The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 32 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 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
On my knee One boon I have to beg. Speak, let me know Thy utmost suit. My noble Master stays Not far from Court, and durst he be so ambitious As but to appear before you, and present you With a rich gift exceeding all have passed, The only perfect token of his zeal, He would himself perpetually hold vanquished In all degrees of love and courtesy. For our queen's love, and our fair daughter's sake, We do not much care if we grant him that. Admit him, and his presence urge with speed; Well may he imitate, but not exceed. I fear our fall: if once the martial rise, Down, down must we. Therefore devise some plot His favour to prevent. Leave it to me. Lords, we are proud of this our unity, Double Alliance, of our sons fair choice, Since 'tis applauded by your general voice; The rather since so matchless is our Grace, That force perforce our subject must give place. Not to contend, but to express a duty Of zeal and homage I present your grace With a rich jewel, which can only value These royal honours to my daughter's done. Value our bounty? shouldst thou sell thyself Even to thy skin, thou couldst not rate it truly. My Liege, I cannot, but in lieu and part, Though not in satisfaction, I make bold To tender you this Present. What's the project? Here's cost and art, and amply both expressed, I have not viewed the like. 'Tis wondrous rare, I have not seen a Model richlier framed. Or for the quantity better contrived: This Lord in all his actions is still noble, Exceeding all requital. 'Tis a brave outside. This that you see my Lord is nothing yet; More than its worth it hath commended been: This is the case, the jewel lies within, Pleaseth your Grace t'unveil it. Yes, I will: But ere I open it my Lord, I doubt The wealth within not equals that without. What have we here? A jewel I should rate, Were it mine own, above your Crown and Sceptre, A child? A Prince, one of your royal blood: Behold him King, my grandchild, and thy son, Truly descended from thy Queen and thee, The Image of thyself. How can this be? My royal Liege and Husband, view him well, If your own favour you can call to mind, Behold it in this Infant, limned toth' life; he's yours and mine, no kindred can be nearer. To this rich jewel I hold nothing equal, I know thee virtuous, and thy father loyal; But should I doubt both, yet this royal Infant Hath such affection in my heart impressed, That it assures him mine: my noble subject, Thou hast at length o'ercome me, and I now Shall ever, ever hold me vanquished. Hadst thou sought Earth or Sea, and from them both Extracted that which was most precious held, Thou nothing couldst have found to equal this, This, the mixed Image of my Queen and me; Here then shall all my emulation end, o'ercome by thee our subject, and our friend.
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On my knee One boone I have to begge. Speake, let me know Thy utmost suite. My noble Master stayes Not farre from Court, and durst he be so ambitious As but to appeare before you, and present you With a rich gift exceeding all have past, The onely perfect token of his zeale, He would himselfe perpetually hold vanquish't In all degrees of love and courtesie. For our Queenes love, and our faire daughters sake, We doe not much care if we grant him that. Admit him, and his presence urge with speed; Well may he imitate, but not exceed. I feare our fall: if once the Martiall rise, Downe, downe must we. Therefore devise some plot His favour to prevent. Leave it to me. Lords, we are proud of this our unity, Double Alliance, of our sonnes faire choice, Since 'tis applauded by your generall voyce; The rather since so matchlesse is our Grace, That force perforce our subject must give place. Not to contend, but to expresse a duty Of zeale and homage I present your grace With a rich jewell, which can onely value These royall honours to my Daughters done. Value our bounty? shouldst thou sell thy selfe Even to thy skin, thou couldst not rate it truely. My Liege, I cannot, but in liew and part, Though not in satisfaction, I make bold To tender you this Present. What's the project? Here's cost and art, and amply both exprest, I have not view'd the like. 'Tis wondrous rare, I have not seene a Modell richlier fram'd. Or for the quantity better contriv'd: This Lord in all his actions is still noble, Exceeding all requitall. 'Tis a brave out-side. This that you see my Lord is nothing yet; More than its worth it hath commended bin: This is the case, the jewell lyes within, Pleaseth your Grace t'unvaile it. Yes, I will: But e're I open it my Lord, I doubt The wealth within not equalls that without. VVhat have we here? A jewell I should rate, Were it mine owne, above your Crowne and Scepter, A child? A Prince, one of your royall blood: Behold him King, my grand-child, and thy sonne, Truely descended from thy Queene and thee, The Image of thy selfe. How can this be? My royall Liege and Husband, view him well, If your owne favour you can call to minde, Behold it in this Infant, limn'd to'th life; Hee's yours and mine, no kinred can be nearer. To this rich jewell I hold nothing equall, I know thee vertuous, and thy father loyall; But should I doubt both, yet this royall Infant Hath such affection in my heart imprest, That it assures him mine: my noble subject, Thou hast at length o'recome me, and I now Shall ever, ever hold me vanquished. Had'st thou sought Earth or Sea, and from them both Extracted that which was most precious held, Thou nothing could'st have found to equall this, This, the mixt Image of my Queene and me; Here then shall all my emulation end, O recome by thee our subject, and our friend.