The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 25 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 · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
You are my King, and Husband; The first includes allegiance, the next duty, Both these have power above a Father's name, Though as a daughter I could wish it done, Yet since it stands against your Royal pleasure, I have no suit that way. Thou now hast-thrust thy hand into my bosom, And we are one: Thy beauty, oh thy beauty! Never was King blessed with so fair a wife. I do not blame thy Father to prefer Thee 'fore thy sister both in love and face, Since Europe yields not one of equal grace: Why smiles my love? As knowing one so fair, With whom my pale cheek never durst compare: Had you but seen my Sister, you would say, To her the blushing Coral should give way: For her cheek stains it; Lilies to her brow Must yield their Ivory whiteness, and allow Themselves o'ercome. If e'er you saw the sky When it was clearest, it never could come nigh Her Azure veins in colour; she's much clearer, ay, and her love much to my Father dearer. We by our noble martial made request For the most fair, and her whom he best loved: Durst he delude us? What I speak is true, So will yourself say when she comes in place. Our love to thee shall not overcome that hate We owe thy Father, though thou be'st our Queen. He keeps her as his Treasure, locks her safe Within his arms: he only minded me As one he loved not, but thought merely lost. Thou art lost indeed, for thou hast lost my heart, Nor shalt thou keep it longer: all my love Is swallowed in the spleen I bear thy Father, And in this deep disgrace put on his King, Which we'll revenge. It shall be thus: Chester bear hence this Lady to her Father As one unworthy us, with her that dower The double dower he by his servant sent: Thy tears nor knee shall once prevail with us. As thou art loyal, without further language Depart our presence, we'll not hear thee speak. What shall I further say? Command him on his life to send to Court His other Daughter, and at our first summons, Lest we proclaim him Traitor: this see done On thy Allegiance. Now the goal is ours. None dare to censure or examine this, That we shall hold our friend, or of our blood: Subjects that dare against their Kings contend, Hurl themselves down whilst others hie ascend. I see the King is truly honourable: All my disgraces and disparagements He hath made good to me in this to queen my child, And which more glads me, with such ardency He seems to affect her, and to hold her dear, That nothing's valued, if compared with her. Now Heaven whilst thou this second happiness And bliss wilt lend me, I shall still grow great In my content, opinion, and my fate, In spite of whisperers, and Court-flatterers.
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You are my King, and Husband; The first includes allegeance, the next duty, Both these have power above a Fathers name, Though as a daughter I could wish it done, Yet since it stands against your Royall pleasure, I have no suite that way. Thou now hast-thrust thy hand into my bosome, And we are one: Thy beauty, oh thy beauty! Never was King blest with so faire a wife. I doe not blame thy Father to preferre Thee' fore thy sister both in love and face, Since Europe yeelds not one of equall grace: Why smiles my love? As knowing one so faire, With whom my pale cheeke never durst compare: Had you but seene my Sister, you would say, To her the blushing Corrall should give way: For her cheeke staines it; Lillies to her brow Must yeeld their Ivory whitenesse, and allow Themselves o'recome. If e're you saw the skie When it was clear'st, it never could come nigh Her Azure veines in colour; shee's much clearer, Ey, and her love much to my Father dearer. We by our noble Martiall made request For the most faire, and her whom he best lov'd: Durst he delude us? What I speake is true, So will your selfe say when shee comes in place. Our love to thee shall not or'ecome that hate We owe thy Father, though thou bee'st our Queene. He keeps her as his Treasure, locks her safe Within his armes: he onely minded me As one he lov'd not, but thought meerely lost. Thou art lost indeed, for thou hast lost my heart, Nor shalt thou keepe it longet: all my love Is swallowed in the spleene I beare thy Father, And in this deepe disgrace put on his King, Which wee'le revenge. It shall be thus: Chester beare hence this Lady to her Father As one unworthy us, with her that dower The double dower he by his servant sent: Thy teares nor knee shall once prevaile with us. As thou art loyall, without further language Depart our presence, wee'le not heare thee speake. What shall I further say? Command him on his life to send to Court His tother Daughter, and at our first summons, Lest we proclaime him Traytor: this see done On thy Allegeance. Now the goale is ours. None dare to censure or examine this, That we shall hold our friend, or of our blood: Subjects that dare against their Kings contend, Hurle themselves downe whilst others hie ascend. I see the King is truely honourable: All my disgraces and disparagements He hath made good to me in this to queene my child, And which more glads me, with such ardency He seemes to affect her, and to hold her deare, That nothing's valued, if compar'd with her. Now Heaven whilst thou this second happinesse And blisse wilt lend me, I shall still grow great In my content, opinion, and my fate, In spight of whisperers, and Court-flatterers.