The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 13 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 · 499 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Cannot all this stir his impatience up? I'll search his breast but I will find his gall: Command him give his Staff of Council up, We will bestow it elsewhere where we please. The King would have you to forbear the Council, And to give up your Staff. I shall turn man, Kings cannot force to bear more than we can. Sir, are you moved? Those that are wronged may speak: My Lord, I let you know my innocence, And that my true and unstained Loyalty Deserves not this disgrace: none ever bore Like eminence with me that hath discharged it With better zeal and conscience: for my service Let my wounds witness, I have some to show; That had I not my body interposed, Had been your scars: all my deserved honours You have bestowed upon my enemies, ay such as have whole skins,— And never bled but for their ease and health. You might with as much justice take my life As seize my honours: howsoe'er my Lord Give me free leave to speak but as I find, I ever have been true, you now unkind. Will you contest? What have you Sir that is not held from us? Or what can your own virtue purchase you Without our grace? Are not your fortunes, favours, And your revenues ours? where should they end But where they first began? have we not power To give our own? or must we ask your counsel, To grace where you appoint? need we a Guardian, Or aim you at the place? Oh my dread King, It sorrows me that you misprise my love, And with more freedom I could part with life Than with your Grace: my offices alas, They were my troubles, but to want your favours, That only thus afflicts my loyal thoughts, And makes me bold to term your Grace unkind. Sir, we command you to abandon Court, And take it as a favour that we now Not question of your life; without reply Leave us. I'll leave the Court as I would leave my burden, But from your Highness in this kind to part, Is as my body should foretake my heart. Shall we not be ourself, or shall we brook Competitors in reign? act what we do By other men's appointment? he being gone, We are unrivalled; we'll be sole, or none. The martial's gone in discontent my Liege. Pleased, or not pleased, if we be England's King, And mightiest in the Sphere in which we move, we'll shine alone, this Phaeton cast down, we'll state us now midst of our best affected: Our new created martial first lead on, Whose Loyalty we now must build upon. Sir, now attend me, I'll to the Ordinary, And see if any of my ancient friends will take note of me. Where's the good man? within? There's none dwells here; you may speak with the Master of the house if you will. Captain, Captain, I have descried an Host.
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Cannot all this stirre his impatience up? I'le search his breast but I will finde his gaule: Command him give his Staffe of Councell up, We will bestow it elsewhere where we please. The King would have you to forbeare the Councel, And to give up your Staffe. I shall turne man, Kings cannot force to beare more than we can. Sir, are you moov'd? Those that are wronged may speake: My Lord, I let you know my innocence, And that my true and unstain'd Loyalty Deserves not this disgrace: none ever bore Like eminence with me that hath discharg'd it With better zeale and conscience: for my service Let my wounds witnese, I have some to shew; That had I not my body interpos'd, Had beene your skarres: all my deserved honours You have bestow'd upon my enemies, Ey such as have whole skinnes,— And never bled but for their ease and health. You might with as much lustice take my life As seaze my honours: howsoe're my Lord Give me free leave to speake but as I finde, I ever have beene true, you now unkind. Will you contest? What have you Sir that is not held from us? Or what can your owne vertue purchase you Without our grace? Are not your fortunes, favours, And your revenewes ours? where should they end But where they first began? have we not power To give our owne? or must we aske your counsell, To grace where you appoint? neede we a Guardian, Or ame you at the place? Oh my dread King, It sorrows me that you misprize my love, And with more freedome I could part with life Than with your Grace: my offices alas, They were my troubles, but to want your favours, That onely thus afflicts my loyall thoughts, And makes me bold to tearme your Grace unkind. Sir, we command you to abandon Court, And take it as a favour that we now Not question of your life; without reply Leave us. I'le leave the Court as I would leave my burden, But from your Highnesse in this kind to part, Is as my body should fortake my heart. Shall we not be ourselfe, or shall we brooke Competitors in reigne? act what we doe By other mens appointment? he being gone, We are unrival'd; wee'le be sole, or none. The Martiall's gone in discontent my Liege. Pleas'd, or not pleas'd, if we be Englands King, And mightiest in the Spheare in which we moove, Wee'le shine alone, this Phaeton cast downe, Wee'le state us now midst of our best affected: Our new created Martiall first lead on, Whose Loyalty we now must build upon. Sir, now attend me, I'le to the Ordinary, And see if any of my ancient friends will take note of me. Where's the good man? within? There's none dwels here; you may speak with the Master of the house if you will. Captaine, Captaine, I have descri'd an Host.