The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 19 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 · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
They are noble that have nobles; gentle they That appear such. Indeed so worldlings say: But virtuous men prove they are only dear That all their riches can about them bear. Is not Earl Chester Returned yet with an answer from the martial? Not yet my Lord. For such contention we now scorn revenge, we'll try the utmost of his patience now: He would exceed our love, if it appear, He will hold nothing for his King too dear. Earl Chester is returned. Hast brought her Chester? Her whom her father the most fair esteems, He hath sent by me, only with this request, That if his free gift do not like your Highness, You'll send her back untouched to his embrace. I fear we shall not, she appears too fair, So straitly to part with: what is he would Attempt such virgin-modesty to stain By hopes of honour, flatteries, or constraint? How do you like her? your opinions Lords? A beauteous Lady, one that hath no peer In the whole Court. Therefore I hold her precious. A fairer face in Court whoever saw? Her beauty, would become the name of Queen. One of more state or shape where shall we find? Her modesty doth do her beauty grace, Both in her cheek have choosed a sovereign You have passed censure Lady, now you're mine, And by your Father's free gift you are so, To make, or mar; to keep or bestow. It glads me I am present to a King, Whom I have always heard my father term Royal in all things; virtuous, modest, chaste; And to have one free attribute beside, Which even the greatest Emperour need not scome, Honest; to you if you be such my Liege, A virgin's love I prostrate, and a heart That wishes you all goodness with the duty Of a true subject, and a noble father; Then mighty Prince report your subject noble, Since all those virtues you receive in me. Thou hast o'ercome us all; that thou hast termed us, we'll strive to be, and to make good those attributes Thou hast bestowed upon us, rise our Queen, Thy virtue hath took off the threatning edge Of our intended hate: though thou art ours Both by free gift and duty, which we challenge As from a subject; though our power could stretch To thy dishonour, we proclaim thee freed, And in this grace thy father we exceed. The King in this shows honour. PRINCE's still Should be the Lords of their own appetites, And cherish virtue. Have I your applause? Your Highness shows both Royalty and judgement In your fair choice. Are your opinions so? Far be it mighty King we should distaste Where you so well affect. For grace and feature England affords not a more complete Virgin. Were she not the marshal's daughter, I'd term her worthy for my sovereign's Bride. ay that's the grief. This kiss then be the Seal, Thou art our Queen, and now art only mine.
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They are noble that have nobles; gentle they That appeare such. Indeed so worldlings say: But vertuous men proove they are onely deare That all their riches can about them beare. Is not Earle Chester Return'd yet with an answer from the Martiall? Not yet my Lord. For such contention we now scorne revenge, Wee' le try the utmost of his patience now: He would exceed our love, if it appeare, He will hold nothing for his King too deere. Earl Chester is return'd. Hast brought her Chester? Her whom her father the most faire esteemes, He hath sent by me, onely with this request, That if his free gift doe not like your Highnesse, You'le send her backe untoucht to his embrace. I feare we shall not, she appares too faire, So streightly to part with: what is he would Attempt such virgin-modesty to staine By hopes of honour, flatteries, or constraint? How doe you like her? your opinions Lords? A beauteous Lady, one that hath no peere In the whole Court. Therefore I hold her precious. A fairer face in Court who ever saw? Her beaut, would become the name of Queene. One of more state or shape where shall we finde? Her modesty doth doe her beauty grace, Both in her cheeke have chus'd a soveraign ate. You have past censure Lady, now you're mine, And by your Fathers free gift you are so, To make, or marre; to keepe or bestow. It glads me I am present to a King, Whom I have alwayes heard my father tearme Royall in all things; vertuous, modest, chaste; And to have one free attribute besides, Which even the greatest Emperour need not scome, Honest; to you if you be such my Liege, A Virgins love I prostrate, and a heart That wishes you all goodnesse with the duty Of a true subject, and a noble father; Then mighty Prince report your subject noble, Since all those vertues you receive in me. Thou hast o'recome us all; that thou hast tearm'd us, Wee'le strive to be, and to make good those attributes Thou hast bestow'd upon us, rise our Queene, Thy vertue hath tooke off the threatning edge Of our intended hate: though thou art ours Both by free gift and duty, which we challenge As from a subject; though our power could stretch To thy dishonour, we proclaime thee freed, And in this grace thy father we exceed. The King in this shews honour. Princes still Should be the Lords of their owne appetites, And cherish vertue. Have your applause? Your Highnesse shews both Royalty and Iudgment In vour faire choice. Are your opinions so? Farre be it mighty King we should distast Where you so well affect. For grace and feature England affords not a more compleate Virgin. Were she not the Martials daughter, I'd tearme her worthy for my Soveraignes Bride. Ey that's the griefe. This kisse then be the Seale, Thou art our Queene, and now art onely mine.