The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 2 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
When I forget thee, may my operant parts Each one forget their office: We create thee Next to ourself of power, we but except The name of King, all other dignities We will communicate to thee our friend. May I no longer use these roaylties, Or have the power to enjoy them, then I wholly Devote them to your service. Noble martial, If I survive England's Inheritance, Or ever live to sit on Iacobs Stone, Thy love shall with my Crown be hereditary. And gracious Prince, since Heaven hath been as liberal To grace me with your favour, as my birth Was to endow me richly; all your graces Shall with my great and ample revenues Be ever to your virtues serviceable. We know it. and have been observers long Of thy choice virtues neither could we yet Fasten that love on thee, which came not home With double use and ample recompense. These graces are beyond dimension, They have nor height, nor depth, uncircumscribed, And without bounds. He like abroad armed tree o'ershadows us, and throw his spacious bows, We that grow under cannot see the Sun, Nor taste the cheerful warmth of his bright beams. These branches we must lop by fire or Thunder, Or by his shadowy arms be still kept under. I was borne Eagle-fighted, and to gaze In the sun's forehead; I will brook no cloud To stand betwixt me and his glorious fire, I'll have full light, or none; either soar high, Or else sink low; my ominous Fate is cast, Or to be first, or of all abjects last. You shall renowned Martial feast for us The Ambassadors that come from foreign Lands, To gratulate our famous victories. I shall my Lord, and give them entertainment To England's honour, and to suit the place Of which I bear the name. We doubt it not: We understand Lords, in these tedious wars Some forward spirits have been at great expense To furnish them like noble Gentlemen; And many spent most part of their revenues In honour of their Country, some undone In pursuit of these wars: now if such come For their relief by suit petitionary, Let them have gracious hearing, and supply Or by our service, or our Treasury I have one Kinsman hath spent all his land, And is returned a beggar, and so tattered, As that I can but blush to acknowledge him: But in the Wars he spent it, and for me, Wars shall relieve him. He was a noble Heir, But what these lost, let other Wars repair. Lords all, once more we greet your safe return, With general welcome, we invite you all To feast with us, and joy what we have won, Happiest in these, our martial, and our son. It seems thou hast not been in the Wars my Friend, but art new come up to London.
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When I forget thee, may my operant parts Each one forget their office: We create hee Next to our selfe of power, we but except The name of King, all other dignities We will communicate to thee our friend. May I no longer use these Roy alties, Or have the power to enjoy them, the I wholly Devote them to your service. Noble Martiall, If I survive Englands Inheritance, Or ever live to sit on Iacobs Stone, Thy love shall with my Crowne be hereditary. And gracious Prince, since Heaven hath bin as liberall To grace me with your favour, as my birth Was to endow me richly; all your graces Shall with my great and ample revenues Be ever to your vertues serviceable. We know it. and have beene observers long Of thy choice vertues neither could we yet Fasten that love on thee, which came not home With double use and ample recompence. These graces are beyond dimension, They have nor height, nor depth, uncircumscrib'd, And without bounds. He like abroad arm'd tree O're-shadows us, and throw his spacious bowes, We that grow under cannot see the Sunne, Nor taste the cheerefull warmth of his bright beames. These branches we must loppe by fire or Thunder, Or by his shadowy ames be still kept under. I was borne Eagle-fighted, and to gaze In the Suns fore-head; I will brooke no cloud To stand betwixt me and his glorious fire, I'le have fll light, or none; either foare high, Or else sinke low; my ominous Fate is cat, Or to be first, or of all abjects last. You shall renowned Martiall feast for us The Embassadors that come from forraigne Lands, To gratulate our famous victories. I shall my Lord, and give them intertainment To Englands honour, and to suite the place Of which I beare the name. We doubt it not: We understand Lords, in these tedious warres Some forward spirits have beene at great expence To furnish them like noble Gentlemen; And many spent most part of their revenues In honour of their Countrey, some undone In pursuit of thse warres: now if such come For their reliefe by suite petitionary, Let them have gracious hearing, and supply Or by our service, or our Treasury I have one Kinsman hath spent all his land, And is return'd a begger, and so tatter'd, As that I can but blush to acknowledge him: But in the Warres he spent it, and for me, Warres shall relieve him. He was a noble Heire, But what these lost, let other Warres repaire. Lords all, once more we greete your safe returne, With generall welcome, we invite you all To feast with us, and joy what we have woe, Happiest in these, our Martiall, and our sonne. It soemes thou hast not beene in the Warres my Friend, but art new come up to London.