The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 6 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T8 Captains, gallants and cheats · 501 words
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Credit me, no; my revenues were a thousand a year, part of which I lavished amongst gallants, rioted in Taverns, havocked in Ordinaries; and when my estate began to ebb, as my last refuge, I laid all my hopes upon the last wars, but failing there, (as the world imagines) I am returned as you see. The King hath promised supply and relief to all that have spent their estates in his expeditions, but many like myself have been borne to be poor, that scorn to be beggars; as many have been borne to be rich, that can never leave it; the truth is, I am myself as my proceedings will express me further. Will you cashier us Captain, or shall we follow your future fortunes? You shall not leave me; my purpose is to try the humours of all my friends, my Allies, my ancient associates, and see how they will respect me in my supposed poverty: though I lose their acquaintance, I will lose none of my retinue. How say you Gentlemen, will you copart with me in this my dejectedness? As I am Corporal, so will I prove true Squire to thy body. And as I am true Cock, so will I crow at thy service, wait on thee with a comb for thy head, with fire to thy Piece, with water to thy hands, and be cock sure in any employment whatsoever. And as I am true Match, I shall scorn that any of them shall o'ermatch me in duty. Attend me then; if I rise, you shall ascend; if fall, I will lie flat with you. First then I will make some trial of my Friends at the Court, and in good time: here's the King. You have persuaded much, and I begin To censure strangely, of his emulous love. Further my Lord, what can his smoothness mean, His courtesy, and his humility, But as fly baits to catch the people's hearts, And wean them from your love. Doth he not strive In all things to exceed your courtesy, Of purpose to outshine your Royal deeds, And daze I your brightness, that himself may shine? Is he not only popular my Liege? Is not the people's suffrage sole to him, Whilst they neglect your fame, his train doth equal, If not exceed yours, still his Chamber thronged With store of suitors: where the martial lies, There is the Court, all eyes are bent on him, And on his glories; there's no Theme abroad, But how he saved you from the pagan's sword, How his sole hand sways, guides, and guards the Realm. Think but my Lord on his last game at Chess, 'Twas his past odds, but when he saw you moved, With what a sly neglect he lost the mate, Only to make you bound to'him. For all the favours, graces, honours, loves Bestowed upon him from your bounteous hand, His cunning was to think to quit you all, And pay you with a horse-shoe.
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Credit me, no; my revenues were a thousand a yeere, part of which I lavish' amongst gallants, riotted in Tavernes, havockt in Ordinaries; and when my estate began o ebbe, as my last refuge, I laid all my hopes upon the last wars, but failing there, (as the world imagins) I am return'd as you see. The King hath promised supply and reliefe to all that have spent their estates in his expeditions, but many like my selfe have beene borne to be poore, that scorne to be beggars; as many have beene borne to be rich, that can never leave it; the truth is, I am my selfe as my proceedings will expresse me further. Will you cashiere us Captaine, or shall wee follow your future fortunes? You shall not leave me; my purpose is to try the humours of all my friends, my Allies, my ancient associates, and see how they will respect me in my supposed poverty: though I loose their acquaintance, I will loose none of my retinew. How say you Gentlemen, will you copart with me in this my dejectednesse? As I am Corporall, so will I prove true Squire to thy body. And as I am true Cocke, so will I crow at thy service, waite on thee with a combe for thy head, with fire to thy Peece, with water to thy hands, and be cocke sure in any imployment whatsoever. And as I am true Match, I shall scorne that any of them shall o're-match me in duty. Attend me then; if I rise, you shall ascend; if fall, I will lie flat with you. First then I will make some tryall of my Friends at the Court, and in good time: here's the King. You have perswaded much, and I begin To censure strangel, of his emulous love. Further my Lord, what can his smoothnesse meane, His courtesie, and his humility, But as fly baites to catch the peoples hearts, And weane them from your love. Doth he not strive In all things to exceed your courtesie, Of purpose to out-shine your Royall deeds, And daze I your brightnesse, that himselfe may shine? Is he not onely popular my Liege? Is not the peoples suffrage sole to him, Whilst they neglect your fame, his traine doth equall, If not exceed yours, still his Chamber throng'd With store of suitors: where the Martiall lies, There is the Court, all eyes are bent on him, And on his glories; there's no Theame abroad, But how he sav'd you from the Pagans sword, How his sole hand swayes, guides, and guards the Realme. Thinke but my Lord on his last game at Chesse, 'I was his past odds, but when he saw you moov'd, With what a sly neglect he lost the mate, Onely to make you bound to'him. For all the favours, graces, honours, loves Bestow'd upon him from your bounteous hand, His cunning was to thinke to quit you all, And pay you with a horse-shooe.