The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 17 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Now you are mine indeed, who would forgo One of these gems so fine, and valued so? But passion give me leave, the King commands, I must obey. The fairest he sent for; None of my daughters have been seen at Court, Nor hath the ambitious Chester viewed them yet: My eldest then shall go, come hither girl; I send thee, (Heaven knows) whether to thy death Or to thine honour; though he envy me, Yet in himself the King is honourable, And will not stretch his malice to my child. The worst I fear, and yet the best I hope. I charge thee then even by a father's name, If the King deign to take thee to his bed By name of Queen, if thou perceivest thyself To be with child, conceal it even from him; Next, when thou find'st him affable and free, Find out some talk about thy Sister here, As thus; thy Father sent thee but in jest, Thy Sister's fairest, and I love her best. It may incense the King. What I intend Is to myself, inquire no further of it. I shall perform your will, and thus resolved To be a Martyr e'er a Concubine. But if the King afford me further favour, In my close bosom your last words I'll place. Sister and Sister part, be you not seen, Bid her farewell, a Martyr or a Queen. They cannot speak for tears, alas for woe, That force should part Sister and Sister thus, And that the Child and Father of one heart, Commands and powerful threats should thus divide. But Chester stays, within there? My Lord? Have you received Earl Chester honourably? The noblest welcome that the house could yield He hath had my Lord, nothing was held too dear: He much extols your bounty. Usher him in, we are now ready for him. I shall my Lord. Sir, I have stayed your leisure, now your Answer? That I obey, the fairest of my girls I send the King. I easily can believe That this the fairest is, her like in Court Lives not; she is a Present for a King. Say to the King I give her but conditionally, That if he like not this fairest of the two, Unstained he will his gift send back again. I shall, come Lady. My Lord, I do not load you with commends And duties which I could do to the King: I know your love your memory may fail you, And you them all may scatter by the way. Do thou a Father's duty thus in tears, And send me how thou speedest to free these fears. Came you from him? Yes if it please your Maidenship; my Master sends you word he is the old man, and his suit is the old suit still, and his clothes the old clothes: He scorns to be a changeling, or a shifter; he fears nothing but this, that he shall fall into the Lord your father's hands for want of reparations.
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Now you are mine indeed, who would forgoe One of these jemmes so fine, and valued so? But passion give me leave, the King commands, I must obey. The fairest he sent for; None of my daughters have beene seene at Court, Nor hath the ambitious Chester view'd them yet: My eldest then shall goe, come hither girle; I send thee, (Heaven knowes) whether to thy death Or to thine honour; though he envie me, Yet in himselfe the King is honourable, And will not stretch his malice to my child. The worst I feare, and yet the best I hope. I charge thee then even by a fathers name, If the King daine to take thee to his bed By name of Queene, if thou perceiv'st thy selfe To be with child, conceale it even from him; Next, when thou find'st him affable and free, Finde out some talke about thy Sister here, As thus; thy Father sent thee but in jest, Thy Sister's fairest, and I love her best. It may incense the King. What I intend Is to my selfe, inquire no further of it. I shal performe your will, and thus resolv'd To be a Martyr e're a Concubine. But if the King afford me further favour, In my close bosome your last words I'le place. Sister and Sister part, be you not seene, Bid her farewell, a Martyr or a Queene. They cannot speake for teares, alas for woe, That force should part Sister and Sister thus, And that the Child and Father of one heart, Comands and powerfull threats should thus divide. But Chester stayes, within there? My Lord? Have you receiv'd Earle Chester honourably? The noblest welcome that the house could yeeld He hath had my Lord, nothing was held too deere: He much extolls your bounty. Vsher hmin, we are now ready for him. I shall my Lord. Sir, I have sta'd your leasure, now your Answer? That I obey, the fairest of my girles I send the King. I easily can beleeve That this the fairest is, her like in Court Lives not; she is a Present for a King. Say to the King I give her but conditionally, That if he like not this fairest of the two, Vnstain'd he wil his gift send backe againe. I shall, come Lady. My Lord, I doe not load you with commends And duties which I could doe to the King: I know your love your memory may faile you, And you them all may scatter by the way. Doe thou a Fathers duty thus in teares, And send me how thou speed'st to free these feares. Came you from him? Yes if it please your Maidenship; my Master sends you word he is the old man, and his suite is the old suite still, and his cloaths the old cloaths: He scornes to be a change ling, or a shifter; he feares nothing but this, that hee shall fall into the Lord your fathers hands for want of reparations.