| Original text | Modern text | Key line |
| I say my Lord, clayme Edward what he can, | I say, my Lord, claim Edward what he can, | E3 III.i.107 |
| And bring he nere so playne a pedegree, | And bring he ne'er so plain a pedigree, | E3 III.i.108 |
| Tis you are in possession of the Crowne, | 'Tis you are in the possession of the crown, | E3 III.i.109 |
| And thats the surest poynt of all the Law: | And that's the surest point of all the law; | E3 III.i.110 |
| But were it not, yet ere he should preuaile, | But were it not, yet ere he should prevail, | E3 III.i.111 |
| Ile make a Conduit of my dearest blood, | I'll make a conduit of my dearest blood, | E3 III.i.112 |
| Or chase those stragling vpstarts home againe, | Or chase those straggling upstarts home again. | E3 III.i.113 |
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| O Father how this eckoing Cannon shot. Shot. | O father, how this echoing cannon shot, | E3 III.i.123 |
| Like sweete hermonie disgests my cates. | Like sweet harmony, disgests my cates! | E3 III.i.124 |
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| Father range your battailes, prate no more, | Father, range your battles, prate no more. | E3 III.iii.137 |
| These English faine would spend the time in wodrs, | These English fain would spend the time in words, | E3 III.iii.138 |
| That night approching, they might escape vnfought. | That, night approaching, they might escape unfought. | E3 III.iii.139 |
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| All Fra. | ALL FRENCHMEN | |
| Viue le Roy, God saue King Iohn of France. | Vive le roi! God save King John of France! | E3 III.iii.165 |
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| A flight, a flight. | A flight, a flight! | E3 IV.v.22 |
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| A flight. | A flight! | E3 IV.v.24 |
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| A flight of vgly rauens | A flight of ugly ravens | E3 IV.v.28.2 |
| Do croke and houer ore our souldiers heads | Do croak and hover o'er our soldiers' heads, | E3 IV.v.29 |
| And keepe in triangles and cornerd squares, | And keep in triangles and cornered squares, | E3 IV.v.30 |
| Right as our forces are imbatteled, | Right as our forces are embattled. | E3 IV.v.31 |
| With their approach there came this sodain fog, | With their approach there came this sudden fog, | E3 IV.v.32 |
| Which now hath hid the airie flower of heauen, | Which now hath hid the airy floor of heaven | E3 IV.v.33 |
| And made at noone a night vnnaturall, | And made at noon a night unnatural | E3 IV.v.34 |
| Vpon the quaking and dismaied world, | Upon the quaking and dismayed world. | E3 IV.v.35 |
| In briefe, our souldiers haue let fall their armes, | In brief, our soldiers have let fall their arms | E3 IV.v.36 |
| and stand like metamorphosd images, | And stand like metamorphosed images, | E3 IV.v.37 |
| Bloudlesse and pale, one gazing on another. | Bloodless and pale, one gazing on another. | E3 IV.v.38 |
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| Plucke out your eies, and see not this daies shame, | Pluck out your eyes and see not this day's shame! | E3 IV.vi.34 |
| An arme hath beate an armie, one poore Dauid | An arm hath beat an army; one poor David | E3 IV.vi.35 |
| Hath with a stone foild twentie stout Goliahs, | Hath with a stone foiled twenty stout Goliaths; | E3 IV.vi.36 |
| Some twentie naked staruelings with small flints, | Some twenty naked starvelings with small flints | E3 IV.vi.37 |
| Hath driuen backe a puisant host of men, | Hath driven back a puissant host of men | E3 IV.vi.38 |
| Araid and fenst in al accomplements, | Arrayed and fenced in all accomplements. | E3 IV.vi.39 |
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| No hope but death to burie vp our shame, | No hope but death, to bury up our shame. | E3 IV.vi.47 |