Dramatis Personae. DRURY-LANE. Men. EDWARD, PRINCE OF WALES, commonly Mr. Kemble. called the BLACK PRINCE Earl of WARWICK Earl of SALISBURY Lord AUDLEY Lord CHANDOS ARNOLD, an Attendant on the Prince of Cardinal PERIGORT, the Pope's Nuncio DAUPHIN Duke of TOURAIN bis Sons Duke of ATHENS, Constable of France Lord RIBEMONT MARIANA, Charney's Daughter, prisoner Miss E. Kemble. in the English Camp LOUISA, ber Attendant Nobles, Officers, Soldiers, and Attendants. SCENE, the English and French Camps, on and near the Plains of Poitiers in France. EDWARD THE BLACK PRINCE. ACT 1. SCENE I. The PRINCE of WALES's Tent. Prince EDWARD discovered seated, WARWICK, SALISBURY, AUDLEY, CHANDOS, and others standing. Prince. My lords, I summon'd ye in haste to council; What's to be done? To tarry longer here, War. Royal sir, It is for marching back, with speed, to Bourdeaux. Our little army, harrass'd with fatigue, And heavy-laden with the spoils of war, Should, like the careful bees, ere storms o'ertake us, Aud. Shameful thought! What, spirit dastards by inglorious flight? And skulk for coward safety. What are numbers? Sal. Audley's thoughts Accord with mine. While Salisbury has breath, His tongue shall hurl defiance at their force. Remember, princely Edward, Cressy's field; Remember every battle we have fought, How much out-counted, yet how greatly victors! Loud were the calls that broke our sleep of peace, And bade us rouze and buckle on our arms; To filch away the fruits of painful conquest, As any in our host. But as success Hath crown'd our arms with ample spoils and glory, I do confess, the wrongs that urg'd us hither And vengeance we have had. Their burning towns And death and desolation our attendants. "Such have their suff'rings been thro' two campaigns, Now homeward let us look; and wisely there Prince. True wisdom, Chandos, dictates to your tongue, And modest, manly eloquence adorns it. Such mighty hosts are rais'd, and now in motion, Th' extensive plains that our retreat must skirt, Aud. And shall we pass ? Go tamely by? And give them cause for vaunting, That Englishmen avoided once a battle? No; never let us merit such a stain; But boldly seek them, dare their double numbers, To skip and wanton at a safer distance. Sal. Give us, my prince, the pleasure but to spring This gaudy flight of prating popinjays, And we'll retire contented. |