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The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 3 of 39

Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.

Heaven pless thee from all his mercies, and his graces: It was told us in Wales, that you have great pig Organ in Paul's, and pigger by a great deal than our Organ at Rixam, which made me make my travels and my journeys on the pare hoof up to London, to have resolutions and certifications in that business, that when I venture into my Countries and habitations, I may give notice to mine Uncle, Rice ap Davy, ap Morgan, ap Evan, ap Iones, ap Geoffrey. I pray where about stands Paul's Church, can you tell her? Overy easily; stand with thy face that way, and follow thy nose, and thou wilt be there presently. But dost thou hear Briton, take my word, our Organ of Paul's is much bigger and better than yours of Rixam, by as much as Paul's Church is bigger and better than Saint Pancridge. Awe man, you prittle and prattle nothing but leasings and untruths: now will you but ease your posteriors a little, and I will quickly show you your Organ of Paul's. Very good, I like your demonstration well; but dost thou think your Organ of Rixam can compare with ours for all that? Lend me but your ears and your apprehensions, and I will make you easily to acknowledge your errors. But first show me your case in which you carry your two pair of Organs, sure those flops will not hold them: but in the mean time walk with me to the next red lettuce, and I will give thee two cans, and wet thine Organ-pipes well I warrant thee. I will take your courtesies, and if ever I shall meet you in Glamorgan, or Rednockshire, I will make bold to requite some part of your kindnesses. The very noise of that Horn hath frighted my courtesy, but all's one, farewell for this time, and at our next meeting ten to one I will be as good as my word. Say you so man, why then Cad keep you from all his mercies, and good fortunes, and make us all his servants. Come, we will to the chase, be near us martial, I'll try today which of our two good steeds Can speed it best; let the most swift take both. So please your Grace, but I shall surely lose; Yours is the best for proof, though mine for show. That will we try, the wager grows not deep equal the lay, and what we win, we'll keep, Mount, mount. Greater and greater still, no plot, no trick To have him quite removed from the king's Grace, To slander him? The King will lend no ear To any just complaint that's made of him; What can our scandals do then? Challenge him Of Treason then, and that may haply call His Loyalty into suspect and question, Which in the King at least will breed a coldness, If not a deadness of affection.
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PlayThe Royal King and the Loyal Subject
AuthorHeywood, Thomas
Publication year (edition)1637
First performance / composition (Annals)1602 [1602-1618]
First performance (BritDrama)1606 [1605-1618]
Company (BritDrama)Unknown
Genre (British Drama)romance
Play typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 1049 · TCP A03248 · DEEP 869
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 121–148 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 3 of 39 in this edition
Length491 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T41 — Household service: masters, doors and porters at 0.684
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Heaven plesse thee from all his mercies, and his graces: It was told us in Wales, that you have great pigge Organ in Pauls, and pigger by a great deale than our Organ at Rixam, which made me make my travels and my journies on the pare hoofe up to London, to have resolutions and certifications in that pisinesse, that when I venturne into my Countries and habitations, I may give notice to mine Uncle, Rice ap Davy, ap Morgan, ap Evan, ap Iones, ap Geffrey. I pray where apout stands Pauls Church, can you tell her? Overy easily; stand with thy face that way, and follow thy nose, and thou wilt be there presently. But doest thou heare Brittan, take my word, our Organ of Powles is much bigger and better than yours of Rixam, by as much as Powles Church is bigger and better than Saint Pancridge. Awe man, you prittle and prattle nothing but leasings and untruths: now will you but ase your posteriors a little, and I will quickly shew you your Organ of Pauls. Very good, I like your demonstration well; but doest thou thinke your Organ of Rixam can compare with ours for all that? Lend me but your eares and your apprehensions, and I will make you easily to acknowledge your errours. But first shew me your case in which you carry your two paire of Organs, sure those flops wil not hold them: but in the meane time walke with me to the next red Lettice, and I will give thee two Cannes, and wet thine Organ-pipes well I warrant thee. I will take your courtesies, and if ever I shall meet you in Glamorgan, or Rednock-shire, I will make bold to requite some part of your kindnesses. The very noise of that Horne hath frighted my courtesie, but all's one, fare-well for this time, and at our next meeting ten to one I will be as good as my word. Say you so man, why then Cad keepe you from all his mercies, and good fortunes, and make us all his servants. Come, we will to the cace, be neare us Martiall, I'le try to day which of our two good steeds Can speed it best; let the most swift take both. So please your Grace, but I shall surely loose; Yours is the best for proofe, though mine for show. That will we try, the wager growes not deepe Equals the lay, and what we winne, wee'le keepe, Mount, mount. Greater and greater still, no plot, no tricke To have him quite remov'd from the Kings Grace, To slander him? The King will lend no eare To any just complaint that's made of him; What can our andals doe then? Challenge him Of Treason then, and that may haply call His Loyalty into suspect and question, Which on the King at will breed a coldnesse, If not a deadnesse of affection.