The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 4 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 · 501 words
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Of Treason? say he crave the combat then, For that's the least he can; which of us two Shall combat him? I know his blows too well, Not I. I should be loath. How do you relish this? His virtue and his bounty won him grace, On that we'll build to ruin all his favours, And work him to disgrace. Pray teach me how? First, praise him to the King, give all his virtues Double their due, add unto every thing, ay, and Hyperbolize in all his deeds: Let his known virtues be the common Theme Of our discourse to stale him, rate his worth, To equalise, if not to exceed the King: This cannot but beget distaste at least. But further. Thus; then fall off from his praise, And question his best deeds, as it may be His noble bounty is but popular grace, And his humility but inward pride: His vulgar suffrage and applause abroad, A way to climb and seat himself aloft, You understand me? Fully; come to horse, And as we ride, our further plots digest, To find what may disturb, what aid us best. Spur to the King, his steed's unshod before, The ways be stony, and he'll spoil his beast: Here take these shoes and hammer, brought of purpose For mine own use. My Lord, have you plucked the shoes off from your own horse, to set them on another's, a thousand to one but you will spoil your own Gelding quite. No matter, do as I command thee sirrah; Hollow him straight, I know he loves that horse, And would not ride him bare for any gold. Your horse is as good as his I am sure, and I think you love him as well. No matter, if he ask thee where thou hadst them, Tell him, thou brought'st them with thee for my use. Away, I'll gallop after, and overtake thee. Put your shoes on another horses' feet, and let your own go barefoot? a jest indeed. The King affects both his good horse and Game, I'll help to further both. You have fetched me up at length, that's to your fortune, Or my misfortune, for I lost a shoe. Martial you ride well furnished to the field, My Lord, so Horsemen should and I am glad My man was so well furnished, and the rather Since we are far from help; my man is cunning, Your Highness to his skill may trust your horse. Thou couldst not have presented me a gift I could have tasted better, for that beast I much esteem: you were outstripped at length. Till I was forced to alight, my horse with yours Kept equal speed. Our Lords? now Gentlemen, How do you like the Chase? 'Twas excellent. Had not my horse been by mischance unshod, My martial here and I had led you still. You were the better horsed. And you the worst, Witness the hugeness of your way behind: Is not my horse yet shod?
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Of Treason? say he crave the combate then, For that's the least he can; which of us two Shall combate him? I know his blowes too well, Not I. I should be loath. How doe you rellish this? His vertue and his bounty wonne him grace, On that wee'le build to ruine all his favours, And worke him to disgrace. Pray teach me how? First, praise him to the King, give all his vertues Double their due, adde unto every thing, Ey, and Hyperb lize in all his deeds: Let his knowne vertues be the common Theame Of our discourse to stale him, rate his worth, To equalize, if not to exceed the King: This cannot but beget distast at least. But further. Thus; then fall off from his praise, And question his best deeds, as it may be His noble bounty is but popular grace, And his humility but inward pride: His vulgar age and applause abroad, A way to climbe and seate himselfe aloft, You understand me? Fully; come to horse, And as we ride, our further plots disgest, To finde what may disturbe, what ayd us best. Spurre to the King, his steed's unshod before, The wayes be stony, and hee'le spoyle his beast: Here take these shooes and hammer, brought of purpose For mine owne use. My Lord, have you pluck'e the shooes off from your owne horse, to set them on anothers a thousand to one but you will spoyle your owne Guelding quite. No matter, doe as I command thee sirrah; Hollow him streight, I know he loves that horse, And would not ride him bare for any gold. Your horse is as good as his I am sure, and I think you love him as well. No matter, if he aske thee where thou hadst them, Tell him, thou broughtst them with thee for my use. Away, I'le gallop after, and over-take thee. Put your shooes on another horses feete, and let your owne goe bare-foot? a jest indeed. The King affects both his good horse and Game, I'le helpe to further both. You have fetcht me up at length, that's to your fortune, Or my misfortune, for I lost a shooe. Martiall you ride well furnisht to the field, My Lord, so Horsemen should and I am glad My man was so well furnisht, and the rather Since we are farre from helpe; my man is cunning, Your Highnee to his skill may trust your horse. Thou couldst not have presented me a gift I could have tasted better, for that beast I much esteeme: you were out-stript at length. Till I was forc't to alight, my horse with yours Kept equall speed. Our Lords? now Gentlemen, How doe you like the Chace? 'Twas excellent. Had not my horse beene by mischance unshod, My Martiall here and I had led you till. You were the better horst. And you the worst, Witnesse the hugenesse of your way behind: Is not my horse yet shod?