The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 35 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 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
'Tis well they brought me, trust me my dear Lord, I should have scarce had face to have come myself; But yet their boldness mixed with mine together, Makes me to venture I yet scarce know whither. 'Tis to our Nuptial bed. ay so they say, But unto me it is a patch unknown; Yet that which cheers me, I shall do no more Than those, and such as I, have done before. Sure 'tis a thing that must, though without skill, Even when you please, I am ready for your will. With her the King hath sent this princely dower, In which his love and bounty he commends. You are noble Sir, and honour waits on you To crown your future fortunes: for that Casket, Her beauty and her birth are dower sufficient For me a subject. I cannot think so much good to my King As I am owing for her single self: Then with all duty pray return that sum. Her dower is in herself, and that I'll keep Which in these loyal all arms this night shall sleep: That is the Kings, with that this jewel too, I think her cheap bought at that easy rate; My second duty in that gift commend, Were I worth more, more I have will to send. An Emperor cannot show more Royalty Than this brave Peer, he's all magnificent: I shall with the best eloquence I have, Make known your thoughts. To all at once good night: Save this my beauteous Bride, no wealth I prize, That hath my heart took captive in her eyes. Lights for the Queen and Ladies, night grows old, I count my Virtue treasure, not my Gold. What not at rest my Lord? Why who can sleep That hath a labouring brain, and sees from far So many storms and tempests threaten him? It is not in my element to do't. Find you no project yet how to remove him? None, none, and therefore can I find no rest. It grows towards day. That day is night to me, Whilst you Sun shines: I had this even some conference In private with the King, in which I urged The marshal's discontent, withal inferred, That by his look the Princess he despised: The King changed face: and could we second this By any new conjecture, there were hope. To draw him in displeasure. Watch advantage, And as you find the humour of the King, Work it unto the marshal's deep disgrace: But soft the Prince. So early up, how did you like your rest? I found my most rest in my most unrest; A little sleep serves a new married man: The first night of his bridals I have made you A Woman of a Maid. You were up Both late and early. Why you were abroad Before the Sun was up, and the most wise Do say 'tis healthful still betimes to rise. Good day. In one, ten thousand.
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'Tis well they brought me, trust me my deare Lord, I should have scarce had face to have come my selfe; But yet their boldnesse mixt with mine together, Makes me to venter I yet scarce know whither. 'Tis to our Nuptiall bed. Ey so they say, But unto me it is a pach unknowne; Yet that which cheeres me, I shall doe no more Than those, and such as I, have done before. Sure 'tis a thing that must, though without skill, Even when you please, I am ready for your will. With her the King hath sent this princely dower, In which his love and bounty hee commends. You are noble Sir, and honour waites on you To crowne your future fortunes: for that Casket, Her beauty and her birth are dower sufficient For me a subject. I cannot thinke so much good to my King As I am owing for her single selfe: Then with all dty pray returne that summe. Her dower is in her selfe, and that l'le keepe Which in these lo all armes this night shall sleepe: That is the Kings, with that this jewell too, I thinke her cheape bought at that easie rate; My second duty in that gifommend, Were I worth more, more I have will to send. An Emperor cannot shew more Royalty Than this brave Peere, hee's all magnificent: I shall with the best eloquence I have, Make knowne your thoughts. To all at once good night: Save this my beauteous Bride, no wealth I prize, That hath my heart tooke captive in her eyes. Lights for the Queene and Ladies, night growes old, I count my Vertue treasure, not my Gold. What not at rest my Lord? Why who can sleepe That hath a labouring braine, and sees from farre So many stormes and tempests threaten him? It is not in my element to doo't. Finde you no project yet how to remove him? None, none, and therefore can I finde no rest. It growes towards day. That day is night to me, Whil'st you Sunne shines: I had this even some conference In private with the King, in which I urg'd The Martialls discontent, withall inferr'd, That by his looke the Princesse he despis'd: The King chang'd face: and could we second this By any new conjecture, there were hope. To draw him in displeasure. Watch advantage, And as you finde the humour of the King, Worke it unto the Martialls deepe disgrace: But soft the Prince. So early up, how did you like your rest? I found my most rest in my most unrest; A little sleepe serves a new married man: The first night of his brydalls I have made you A Woman of a Maide. You were up Both late and early. Why you were abroad Before the Sunne was up, and the most wise Doe say 'tis healthfull still betimes to rise. Good day. In one, ten thousand.