The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 27 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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Sir, you were sent to challenge, not to kill; These are not threats, but blows, they wound, they wound. If treason's imputation thou wilt shun, And not incur the forfeit of thy life, Let the Kings will take place. You have my offices, Would you had now my grief; but that alone I must endure: would thou hadst both, or none. Sentence of death when it is mildly spoke, Halt promises life; but when your doom you mix With such rough threats, what is't but twice to kill? You tyrannize Earl Chester. Will you send her? That you shall know anon. Tell me my Queen, How grew this quarrel 'tween the King and thee? By you was never Lady more beloved, Or wife more constant than I was to him: Have you forgot your charge, when I perceived myself so grown, I could no longer hide My greatness, I began to speak the beauties Of my fair Sister, and how much she excelled, And that you sent me thither as a jest, That she was fairest, and you loved her best? Enough; thouart sure with child, and near thy time Nothing more sure. Then that from hence shall grow A salve for all our late indignities: Pray do my humble duty to the King. And thus excuse me, that my daughter's sick, Crazed, and weak, and that her native beauty Is much decayed; and should she travel now, Before recovered, 'twould engage her life To too much danger: when she hath ability And strength to journey, I will send her safe Unto my King; this as I am a subject, And loyal to his Highness. Your excuse Hath ground from love and reason: This your answer I shall return to the King. With all my thanks: That since my daughter doth distaste his bed, He hath sent her back, and home to me her father, His pleasure I withstand not, but return My zeal, and these do not forget I pray. I shall your words have perfect, and repeat them Unto the King. I should disgrace her beauty To send it maimed and waning; but when she Attains her perfectness, then shall appear The brightest star fixed in your Courtly Sphere. The King shall know as much. It is my purpose, All my attempts to this one head to draw, Once more in courtesies to o'ercome the King. Come beauteous Queen, and thy fair Sister cheer, Whom this sad news will both amaze and fear. Sirrah, are all my lands out of mortgage, and my deeds redeemed? I cannot tell that Sir; but we have had whole chestfuls of writings brought home to our house. Why then 'tis done, I am possessed again Of all my Father's ancient revenues. But how came you by all this money to buy these new suits? methinks we are not the men we were.
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Sir, you were sent to challenge, not to kill; These are not threats, but blowes, they wound, they wound. If Treasons imputation thou wilt shun, And not incurre the forfeit of thy life, Let the Kings will take place. You have my offices, Would you had now my griefe; but that alone I must endure: would thou had'st both, or none. Sentence of death when it is mildly spoke, Hale promises life; but when your doome you mixe With such rough threats, what is't but twice to kill? You tyrannize Earle Chester. Will you send her? That you shall know anon. Tell me my Queene, How grew this quarrell 'tweene the King and thee? By you was never Lady more belov'd, Or wife more constant than I was to him: Have you forgot your charge, when I perceiv'd My selfe so growne, I could no longer hide My greatnesse, I began to speake the beauties Of my faire Sister, and how much she excell'd, And that you sent me thither as a jest, That shee was fairest, and you lov'd her best? Enough; th'art sure with child, and neare thy time Nothing more sure. Then that from hence shall grow A salve for all our late indignities: Pray doe my humble duty to the King. And thus excuse me, that my daughter's sicke, Crazd, and weake, and that her native beauty Is much decay'd; and should she travell now, Before recovered, 'tw uld ingage her life To too much danger: when she hath ability And strength to journey, I will send her safe Vnto my King; this as I am a subject, And loyall to his Highnesse. Your excuse Hath ground from love and reason: This your answer I shall returne to the King. With all my thanks: That since my daughter doth distaste his bed, He hath sent her backe, and home to me her father, His pleasure I withstand not, but returne My zeale, and these doe not forget I pray. I shall your words have perfect, and repeate them Vnto the King. I should disgrace her beauty To send it maim'd and wayning; but when she Attaines her perfectnesse, then shall appeare The brightest starre fix't in your Courtly Spheare. The King shall know as much. It is my purpose, All my attempts to this one head to draw, Once more in courtesies to o'recome the King. Come beauteous Queene, and thy faire Sister cheere, Whom this sad newes will both amaze and feare. Sirrah, are all my lands out of morgage, and my deeds redeem'd? I cannot tell that Sir; but wee have had whole chest-fulls of writings brought home to our house. Why then 'tis done, I am possest againe Of all my Fathers ancient revenues. But how came you by all this money to buy these new suits? methinks we are not the men we were.