The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 9 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 519 words
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I leave you? who I? for a little diversity, for a wet storm? no Sir, though your outsides fall away, I'll cleave as close to you as your linings. Gramercy yet, away without reply? foutre for thy base service. Away, 'sfoot how am I fall'n out of my humour? and yet this strangeness of my nearest friends and alliance deserves a little cotemplating; is't possible, that even Lords, that have the best educating, whose ears are frequent to the most fluent discourse, that live in the very brain of the Land, the Court, that these should be gulled with shadows, and not be able to distinguish a man when they see him; thou knowest me, yet these do not. Why may not a poor man have as good eyes as another? their ears indeed may be larger than mine, but I can see as far without spectacles as the best Lord in the land. These superficial Lords that think every thing to be as it appears, they never question a man's wit, his discretion, his language, his inward virtues, but as he seems, he passes. I warrant if I should look like an Ass, They would take me for one too. The next I try is my betrothed, if she acknowledge this hand that hath received hers, this heart, this face, and knows the person from the garment, I shall say, Woman, there is more virtue in thee than Man. There's no question of that; for they say, they will hold out better: But Sir, if we be no better habited, I make a question how we shall get in at the Court-gate; for I'll assure you your fashion is not in request at the Court. My virtue is not to be imitated; I'll hold my purpose though I be kept back, and venture lashing in the porter's Lodge. Come, follow me, I will go see my Mistress, Though girt with all the Ladies of the court: Though ragged Virtue oft may be kept out, No grate so strongly kept above the Centre, But Asses with gold laden, free may enter. Lord martial, we are much in debt to you, For by your favour we obtained the prize In the last Tourney: we acknowledge it. I could not love my Sovereign Gracious Prince, Without extent of duty to the son. 'Twas nobly plied on both sides, both had honour; Yet brother to be modest in your praise, You had the best. You please to grace me Sister. Martial, I hear you are a widower late: How long is't since your beauteous Countess died? My Lord, you make me now unsoldier-like For get the name of martial, to become A passionate husband; her remembrance draws Tears from mine eyes: she died some three Months since, Good Lady she's now gone. A kind Husband I'll warrant him: if e'er I chance to bride, Heaven grant I find no worse. Have you no children by her? Two sweet Girls, Now all my hopes and solace of this earth, Whom next the zeal I owe unto my King, I prize above the world.
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I leave you? who I? for a little diversity, for a wet storme? no Sir, though your out-sides fallaway, I'le cleave as close to you as your linings. Gramercy yet, away without reply? Futre for thy base service. Away, sfoot how am I falne out of my humour? and yet this strangenesse of my nearest friends and alliance deserves a little cotemplating; is't possible, that even Lords, that have the best educating, whose eares are frequent to the most fluent discourse, that live in the very braine of the Land, the Court, that these should be gull'd with shadows, and not be able to distinguish a man when they see him; thou knowest me, yet these doe not. Why may not a poore man have as good eyes as another? their eares indeed may be larger than mine, but I can see as far without spectacles as the best Lord in the land. These superficiall Lords that thinke every thing to be as it appeares, they never question a mans wit, his discretion, his language, his inward vertues, but as hee seemes, he passes. I warrant if I should looke like an Asse, They would take mee for one too. The next I try is my betroth'd, if she acknowledge this hand that hath received hers, this heart, this face, and knowes the person from the garment, I shall say, Woman, there is more vertue in thee than Man. There's no question of that; for they say, they will hold out better: But Sir, if we be no better habited, I make a question how we shall get in at the Court-gate; for I'le assure you your fashion is not in request at the Court. My vertue is not to be imitated; I'le hold my purpose though I be kept backe, and venter lashing in the Porters Lodge. Come, follow me, I will goe see my Mistresse, Though guirt with all the Ladies of the court: Though ragged Vertue oft may be kept out, No grate so strongly kept above the Center, But Asses with gold laden, free may ener. Lord Martiall, we are much in debt to you, For by your favour we obtain'd the prize In the last Tourney: we acknowledge it. I could not love my Soveraigne Gracious Prince, Without extent of duty to the sonne. 'Twas nobly ply'd on both sides, both had honour; Yet brother to be modest in your praise, You had the best. You please to grace me Sister. Martiall, I heare you are a widdower late: How long is't since your beateous Countesse dy'd? My Lord, you make me now unsoldier-like For get the name of Martiall, to become A passionate husband; her remembrance drawes Teares from mine eyes: shee dy'd some three Moneths since, Good Lady shee's now gone. A kinde Husband I'le warrant him: if e're I chance to bride, Heaven grant I finde no worse. Have you no children by her? Two sweet Girles, Now all my hopes and solace of this earth, Whom next the zeale I owe unto my King, I prie above the world.