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The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 10 of 39

Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals)
romance · Unknown
unassigned nearest T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 497 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.

Why noble Sir, Are they not brought up to be trained at Court, To attend our Sister? They are young and tender, And ere I teach them fashion, I would gladly Train them in virtue, and to arm their youth Against the smooth and amorous baits of Court. As kind a Father as a Husband now: If e'er I chance to wed, such Heaven grant me. Why Heaven may hear your prayer: here's one I warrant that dreams not on a Husband. Yet ere long She may both dream, and speak as much as I. No question but she thinks as much already; And were here voice and her election free, She would not stick to say this man for me. You make the Lady blush. Why to change face, They say in modest Maids are signs of grace: Yet many that like her hold down the head, Will ne'er change colour when they're once in bed. You'll put the Lady out of countenance quite. Not out of heart; for all of her complexion, Show in their face the fire of their affection: And even the modest wives, this know we too, Oft blush to speak what is no shame to do. Lady, the Princess doth but try your spirit, And prove your cheek, yet do not take it ill, he'll one day come will act the husband's part. Here enters one, I hope it be not he. Attend me sirrah into the presence, and if any of the Guard repulse thee, regard him not. I'll march where my Captain leads, were't into the Presence of the great Termagant. My duty to the Prince, Madam your favour, Lord martial, yours. What will the fellow do? Lady, your lip. My Lord, how like you this? she'd blush to speak, that doth not blush to kiss. Well said Mistress. A good bold fellow. You are not ashamed to acknowledge me in this good company: I have brought thee all that the wars have left of me; were I better worth, 'twere all thine; thou canst have no more of the Cat but his skin, I have brought thee home the same eyes that first saw thee, the same tongue that first courted thee, the same hand that first contracted thee, and the same heart that first affected thee: More I have not, less I cannot: nay quickly sweet Wench, and let me know what to trust to. Were you more worth, I could not love you more, Or less, affect you less; you have brought me home All that I love, your self, and you are welcome. I gave no faith to Money, but a Man, And that I cannot lose possessing you: 'Tis not the robe or garment I affect, For who would marry with a suit of clothes? Diamonds, though set Lead, retain their worth, And leaden Knives may have a golden sheath. My love is to the Jewel, not the Case, And you my jewel are.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
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 444–494 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 10 of 39 in this edition
Length497 words · 618 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T16 — Gallantry: ladies, lordships and compliment at 0.895
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)
Why noble Sir, Are they not brought up to be train'd at Court, To attend our Sister? They are young and tender, And e're I teach them fasion, I would gladly Traine them in vertue, and to arme their youth Against the smooth and amoous baits of Court. As kind a Father as a Husband now: If e're I chance to wedde, such Heaven grant me. Why Heaven may heare your prayer: here's one I warrant that dreames not on a Husband. Ye e're long Shee may both dreame, and speake as much as I. No question but she thinks as much already; And were here voyce and her election free, Shee would not sticke to say this man for me. You make the Lady blush. Why to change face, They say in modst Maides are signes of grace: Yet many that like her hold downe the head, Will ne're change colour when they're once in bed. You'le put the Lady out of countenance quite. Not out of heart; for all of her complexion, Shew in their face the fire of their affection: And even the modest wives, this know we too, Oft blush to speake what is no shame to doe. Lady, the Princesse doth but try your spirit, And prove your cheeke, yet doe not take it ll, Hee'le one day come will act the Husbands part. Here enters one, I hope it be not he. Attend me sirrah into the presence, and if any of the Guard repulse thee, regard him not. I'le march where my Captaine leads, wer't into the Presence of the great Termagaunt. My duty to the Prince, Madam your favour, Lord Martiall, yours. What will the fellow doe? Lady, your lip. My Lord, how like you this? Shee'd blush to speake, that doth not blush to kisse. Well said Mistris. A good bold fellow. You are not asham'd to acknowledge me in this good company: I have brought thee all that the warres have left of me; were I better worth, 'twere all thine; thou canst have no more of the Cat but his skinne, I have brought thee home the same eyes that first saw thee, the same tongue that first courted thee, the same hand that first contracted thee, and the same heart that firs affected thee: More I have not, lesse I cannot: nay quickly sweet Wnch, and let mee know what to trust to. Were you more worth, I could not love you more, Or lesse, affect you lesse; you have brought me home All that I love, your sele, and you are welcome. I gave no faith to Money, but a Man, And that I cannot loose possessing you: 'Tis not the robe or garmentl affect, For who would marry with a suite of cloaths? Diamonds, though tin Lead, reteine their worth, And leaden Knives may have a golden sheath. My love is to the Jewell, not the Case, And you my jewell are.