The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 33 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation typicality 0.81 · 493 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
Your vassal, and your servant, that have striven Only to love you, and your royal favours: Not to requite, for that I never can; But to acknowledge, and in what I may To express my gratitude. Thine is the conquest: But shall I gi't o'er thus? 'tis in my head How I this lost days honour shall regain, A gift as great as rich I have in store, With which to gratify our subjects' love, And of a value unrequitable: Thou hast given me a Grandchild, and a son, A royal infant, and to me most dear, Yet to surpass thee in this emulous strife, I give thee here a daughter and a wife. Now must thou needs confess the conquest won By me thy King, thy Father, and thy son. Your father, son, and subject quite surpassed, Yields himself vanquished and o'ercome at length. You have not my consent yet. Madam, no; The king doth this, his bounty to express. Your love is to yourself, and therefore free, Bestow it where you please. Why then on thee: He that the Father doth so much respect, Should not methinks the daughter's love despise. 'Tis good for Maids take Husbands when they may. Heaven knows how long we may be forced to stay. Now Lords, these Nuptials we will solemnize In all high state, in which we will include Yours noble Bonvile, and with masks and revels Sport out the tedious nights, each hand his Bride Doubly by us from either part allied. Why this is as it should be; now do I smell Courtier already, I feel the Soldier steal out of me by degrees, for Soldier and Courtier can hardly dwell both together in one bosom. I have a kind of fawning humour creeping upon me as soon as I but looked into the Court-gate; and now could I take a bribe, if any would be so foolish to gi't me. Now farewell Gunpowder, I must change thee into Damask-powder; for if I offer but to smell like a soldier, the Courtiers will stop their noses when they pass by me. My cask I must change to a Cap and a Feather, my bandillero to a Scarf to hang my Sword in, and indeed, fashion myself wholly to the humours of the time. My Piece I must alter to a Poynado, and my Pike to a Pickadevant: only this is my comfort, that our provant will be better here in the Court than in the Camp: there we did use to lie hard, and seldom: here I must practise to lie extremely, and often: But whilst I am trifling here, I shall lose the fight of the Solemnity: The Prince is married, and the martial's married, and my Master's married, there will be simple doings at night. Well, I must hence, for I believe, the King, the Queen, and the rest of the Lords will use this place for their revels. Dixi.
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Your vassall, and your servant, that have strove Onely to love you, and your royall favours: Not to requite, for that I never can; But to acknowledge, and in what I may To expresse my gratitude. Thine is the conquest: But shall I gee't o're thus? 'tis in my head How I this lost dayes honour shall regaine, A gift as great as rich I have in store, With which to gratifie our subjects love, And of a value unrequitable: Thou hast given me a Grand-child, and a sonne, A royall inant, and to me most deare, Yet to surpasse thee in this emulous strife, I give thee here a daughter and a wife. Now must thou needs confesse the conquest wonne By me thy King, thy Father, and thy sonne. Your father, sonne, and subject quite surpast, Yeelds himselfe vanquish't and o'recome at length. You have not my consent yet. Madam, no; The king doth this, his bounty to expresse. Your love is to your selfe, and therefore free, Bestow it where you please. Why then on thee: He that the Father doth so much respect, Should not me-thinks the daughters love despise. 'Tis good for Maides take Husbands when they may. Heaven knowes how long we may be forc't to stay. Now Lords, these Nuptialls we will solemnize In all high state, in which we will include Yours noble Bonvile, and with masks and revells Sport out the tedious nights, each hand his Bride Doubly by us from either part ally'd. Why this is as it should be; now doe I smell Courtier already, I feele the Souldier steale out of me by degrees, for Souldier and Courtier can hardly dwell both together in one bosome. I have a kind of fawning humour creeping upon me as soone as I but look't into the Court-gate; and now could I take a bribe, if any would be so foolish to gee't me. Now farewell Gun-powder, I must change thee into Damask-powder; for if I offer but to smell like a souldier, the Courtiers will stop their noses when they passe by me. My aske I must change to a Cap and a Feather, my Bandileero to a Skarfe to hang my Sword in, and indeede, fashion my selfe wholly to the humours of the time. My Peece I must alter to a Poynado, and my Pike to a Pickadevant: onely this is my comfort, that our provant will be better here in the Court than in the Campe: there we did use to lye hard, and seldome: here I must practise to lye extreamely, and often: But whil'st I am trifling here, I shall loose the fight of the Solemnity: The Prince is married, and the Martiall's married, and my Master's married, there will be simple doings at night. Well, I must hence, for I beleeve, the King, the Queene, and the rest of the Lords will use this place for their revells. Dixi.