The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 15 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 · 473 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
I remember sir some such matter, but you see the times change. Nay, will you leave the Gentlemen? The Lease of this house hadst thou not from me? Did I not give thee both the fine and Rent? I must needs say you were bountiful when you had it, but in troth sir, if you will not be gone, I shall be forced to turn you out by the head and shoulders. And is not all this worth the trusting for an Ordinary? Nay if you prate, I shall use you somewhat extraordinary. Down with the Rogue. Since you hate calms, and will move stormy weather, Now Host and guest shall all down stairs together. Ah well done Master, tickle them noble Captain. Come Cock I have took some of their stomachs away from them before Dinner. We are at peace now, and in threatened death We do enjoy new life: my only comforts, The image of my late deceased wife, Now have I time to surfeit on your sight, Which Court-employments have debarred me long. Oh Fortune, thou didst threaten misery, And thou hast paid me comfort; need we ought That we should seek the suffrage of the Court? Are we not rich? are we not well revenued? Are not the Country-pleasures far more sweet Than the Court-cares? Instead of balling suiters Our ears receive the music of the Hound; For mounting pride and lofty ambition, We in the Air behold the falcon's Tower, And in that Moral mock those that aspire. Oh my good King, instead of threat and wrong, Thou hast brought me rest which I have wished so long. Sir we have long been Orphans in the Country, Whilst you still followed your affairs at Court; We heard we had a Father by our Guardian, But scarce till now could we enjoy your sight. Nor let it seem offensive to your love, That we in your retirement should take pride, The King in this pursues our greater happiness, And quickens most where he would most destroy. You are mine own sweet girls & in your virtues I place my sole bliss; you are all my honours, My favours, state, and offices at Court: What are you not? Let the King take my lands, And my possession, and but leave me you, He leaves me rich; more would I not desire, And less he cannot grant. One from the King Attends your honour, and his urgency Craves quick dispatch. Ladies withdraw a little, I long to know what mischief's now afoot; we'll front it be it death, ay and march towards it. A Chair, admit the Herald, let him in; We are armed 'gainst what can come, our breast is true, And that's one Maxim, what is forced is wrong, We can both keep our heart and guide our tongue.
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I remember sir some such matter, but you see the times change. Nay, will you leave the Gentlemen? The Lease of this house hadst thou not from me? Did I not give thee both the Fyne and Rent? I must needs say you were bountifull when you had it, but in troth sir, if you will not be gone, J shall be forc't to turne you out by the head and shoulders. And is not all this worth the trusting for an Ordinary? Nay if you prate, I shall use you somewhat extraordinary. Downe with the Rogue. Since you hate calmes, and wil move stormy weather, Now Host and guest shall all downe staires together. Ah well done Master, tickle them noble Captaine. Come Cock I have tooke some of their stomacks away from them before Dinner. We are at peace now, and in threatned death We doe enjoy new life: my onely comforts, The image of my late deceased wife, Now have I time to surfeit on your sight, Which Court-imployments have debarr'd me long. Oh Fortune, thou didst threaten misery, And thou hast paid me comfort; neede we ought That we should seeke the suffrage of the Court? Are we not rich? are we not wll revenew'd? Are not the Countrey-pleasures farre more sweete Than the Court-cares? Instead of balling suiters Our eares receive the musicke of the Hound; For mounting pride and lofty ambition, We in the Ayre behold the Falcons Tower, And in that Morall mock those that aspire. Oh my good King, instead of threat and wrong, Thou hast brought me rest which I have wisht so long. Sir we have long beene Orphans in the Countrey, Whilst you still followed your affaires at Court; We heard we had a Father by our Guardian, But scarce till now could we enjoy your sight. Nor let it seeme offencive to your love, That we in your retirement should take pride, The King in this pursues our greater happinesse, And quickens most where he would most destroy. You are mine owne sweet girles '& in your vertues I place my sole blisse; you are all my honours, My favours, state, and offices at Court: What are you not? Let the King take my lands, And my possession, and but leave me you, He leaves me rich; more would I not desire, And lesse he cannot grant. One from the King Attends your honour, and his urgency Craves quicke dispatch. Ladies withdraw a little, I long to know what mischiefe's now afoot; Wee'le front it be it death, ey and march towards it. A Chaire, admit the Herald, let him in; We are arm'd' gainst what can come, our breast is true, And that's one Maxim, what is forc't is wrong, We can both keepe our heart and guide our tongue.