The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 5 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 500 words
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He is my Lord. Then let us mount again. Your horse my Lord, is not in state to ride, He wants two shoes before. Whose doth, the marshal's? Oft such mischance; happen. Were you furnished For us, and for yourself kept no supply? So I may have my Lord to furnish you, I care not how myself want. Apprehension help me, for every circumstance apply Thou hast done me an unwonted courtesy; You spied my loss first. I did my Lord. And then alighted. True. Upon my life 'tis so, To unshoe thine own good steed, and furnish mine, Was't not? upon thy life resolve me true. What I have done my Lord, I did to you. You will exceed me still, and yet my courtesy Shall rank with thine; for this great duty shown, I pay thee thus, both steeds are now thine own. They wager love. The best thing I can do In me is duty; the worst, Grace in you. Th' art ours; come mount, we will return to Court, To order the great Tournament prepared To do our son grace; in which we entreat martial, your aid, because your skill is great. We have visited all our familiars, is it not now time that we revisit our Captain? With all my heart good Corporal, but it had not been amiss, if we had gone to Burchen-lane first to have suited us: and yet it is a credit for a man of the sword to go threadbare, because by his apparel he may be taken to be an old Soldier. Cocke, thy father was a fresh water soldier, thou are not; Thou hast been powdered, witness thy flax & touchbox. But who comes yonder, my Match? I am glad I have met thee. I knew Cock, at one time or other thou wouldst meet with thy Match. What, shall we go to my captain's lodging? Spare that pains, yonder he appears in his colours. Fortun' de la guere; I that have flourished, no colours like me, nay, no Trumpet thou in his highest key, have nothing now but rags to flourish; I that have faced the enemy, have not so much as any facing left me: were my suit but as well pointed as I have seen some, and stood I but in the midst of my followers, I might say I had nothing about me but tag and rag. I am descended nobly; for I am descended so low, that all the clothes of my back are scarce worth a Noble: I was borne to thousands, and yet a thousand to one, they will now scarce acknowledge me where I was borne. Health to our worthy Captain, Thanks my most worthy soldiers; and yet if I should examine your worths, what at the most could all you make? I would not have your Worship to examine our outsides. And for your insides I'll pass my word. Cannot all your worship's credit afford you a new suit?
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He is my Lord. Then let us mount againe. Your horse my Lord, is not in state to ride, He wants two shooes before. Whose doth, the Martials? Oft such mischance; happen. Were you furnisht For us, and for your selfe kept no supply? So I may have my Lord to furnish you, I care not how my selfe want. Apprehension helpe mee, for every circumstance apply Thou hast done me an unwonted courtesie; You spy'd my losse first. I did my Lord. And then alighted. True. Vpon my life 'tis so, To unshooe thine owne good steed, and furnish mine, Was't not? upon thy life resolve me true. What I have done my Lord, I did to you. You will exceed me still, and yet my courtesie Shall ranke with thine; for this great duty showne, I pay thee thus, both steeds are now thine owne. They wager love. The best thing I can doe In me is duty; the worst, Grace in you. Th' art ours; come mount, we wi returne to Court, To order the great Turnament prepar'd To doe our sonne grace; in which we intreat Martiall, your ayde, because your skill is great. We have visited all our familiars, is it not now time that we revisite our Captaine? With all my heart good Corporall, but it had not bin amisse, if we had gone to Burchen-lane first to have suited us: and yet it is a credit for a man of the word to goe thread-bare, because by his apparrell he may be taken to be an old Soldier. Cocke, thy father was a fresh water soldier, thou are not; Thou hast beene powdred, witnesse thy faxe & touch-box. But who comes yonder, my Match? I am glad I have met thee. I knew Cock, at one time or other thou wouldst meete with thy Match. What, shall we goe to my Captains lodging? Spare that paines, yonder he appears in his colours. Fortun' de la guere; I that have flourisht, no colours like me, nay, no Trumpet thou in his highest key, have nothing now but ragges to flourish; I that have fac't the enemy, have not so much as any facing left me: were my suite but as well pointed as I have seene some, and stood I but in the midst of my followers, I might say I had nothing about me but tagge and ragge. I am descended nobly; for I am descended so low, that all the cloaths of my backe are scarce worth a Noble: I was borne to thousands, and yet a thousand to one, they will now scarce acknowledge mee where I was borne. Health to our worthy Captaine, Thanks my most worthy soldiers; and yet if I should examine your worths, what at the most could all you make? I would not have your Worship to examine our outsides. And for your insides I'le passe my word. Cānot all your worships credit afford you a new suit?