The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 36 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 · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Lords, you have not seen The King today? it was his custom ever Still to be stirring early with the Sun; But here's his Majesty. Not all your smooth and cunning Oratory Can colour so his pride, but we esteem him A flattering Traitor, one that scorns our love, And in disdain sent back our daughter's Dower: Your judgement Lords? Hath he refused the Princess? No; but her Dower sent back, and insolently; Her whom we gave, he with a gift would buy, A jewel; shall we merchandise our Daughter, As one not able to bestow her nobly, But that our poverty must force us sell her? Your Highness much mispriseth his intent, For he had no such thought. We know his pride, Which his ambition can no longer shadow. Your Highness might do well to call in question His insolence and to arraign him for't. Be you his judges Bonvile, Audley, you: Command him straight on his Allegiance, To make appearance, and to answer us Before our Lords of his contempt and scorn. Shall we command him hither? From his bed, And if convicted, he shall surely pay for't. We shall my Lord. Arraign him on the sudden, ere it proved; Le him not dream upon evasive shifts, But take him unprepared. Shall we command A Bar, and call a jury of his Peers, Whilst Chester, that enjoys the place of martial, Objects such Allegations 'gainst his life, As he hath drawn out of his rude demeanour? It shall be so; a Bar, and instantly We will ourself in person hear him speak, And see what just excuse he can produce For his contempt. My gracious Lord and Father, What he hath done to you, proceeds of honour, Not of disdain, or scorn; he's truly noble: And if a Regal bounty be a sin In any subject, he's only guilty Of that true virtue. Saw your Majesty With what an humble zeal, and prostrate love He did retender your fair Daughter's Dower, You would not his intent thus misreceive. 'Tis humble pride, and mere hypocrisy To blind the King, 'tis but ambitious zeal, And a dissembling cunning to aspire. My Father called in question for his life? Oh let not me a sad spectator be Of such a dismal object. Nor will I, But leave them to their hated cruelty. This is no place for Ladies, we allow Her absence; of the rest let none depart, Till we have searched the cunning of his heart. A Bar, a judgement seat, and jury set? Yet cannot all this daunt our innocence. You have disloyally sought to exceed The King your Sovereign, and his royal deeds To blemish, which your fellow Peers thus construe, That strengthened by th'alliance of the King, And better armed by the people's love, You may prove dangerous. In policy of state to quench the sparks Before they grow to flame, and top your height, Before your spacious branches spread too far, What to this general motion can you say, Before we tax you with particulars?
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Lords, you have not seene The King to day? it was his custome ever Still to be stirring early with the Sunne; But here's his Majesty. Nt all your smooth and cunning Oratory Can colour so his pride, but we esteeme him A flattering Traytor, one that scornes our love, And in disdaine sent backe our Daughters Dower: Your Iudgement Lords? Hath he refus'd the Princesse? No; but her Dower sent back, and insolently; Her whom we gave, he with a gift would buy, A jewell; shall we merchandize our Daughter, As one not able to bestow her nobly, But that our poverty must force us sell her? Your Highnesse much mispriseth his intent, For he had no such thought. We know his pride, Which his ambition can no longer shadow. Your Highnesse might doe well to call in question His insolence and to arraigne him fort. Be you his Iudges Bonvile, Audley, you: Command him straight on his Allegiance, To make appearance, and to answer us Before our Lords of his contempt and scorne. Shall we command him hither? From his bed, And if convicted, he shall surely pay for't. We shall my Lord. Arraigne him on the suddaine, e're it provied; Le him not dreame upon evasive shfts, But take him unprepared. Shall we command A Barre, and call a Iury of his Peeres, Whil'st Chester, that enjoyes the place of Martiall, Objects such Allegations 'gainst his life, As he hath drawne out of his rude demeanor? It shall be so; a Barre, and instantly We will our selfe in person heare him speake, And see what ust excuse he can produce For his contempt. My gracious Lord and Father, What he hath done to you, proceeds of honour, Not of disdaine, or scorne; hee's truely noble: And if a Regall bounty be a sinne In any subject, hee's onely guilty Of that true vertue. Saw your Majesty With what an humble zeale, and prostrate love He did retender your faire Daugthers Dower, You would not his intent thus misreceive. 'Tis humble pride, and meere hypocrisie To blinde the King, 'tis but ambitious zeale, And a dissembling cunning to aspire. My Father call'd in question for his life? Oh let not me a sad spectator be Of such a dismall object. Nor will I, But leave them to their hated cruelty. This is no place for Ladies, we allow Her absence; of the rest let none depart, Till we have search't the cunning of his heart. A Barre, a Iudgement seate, and Iury set? Yet cannot all this daunt our innocence. You have disloyally sought to exceed The King your Soveraigne, and his royall deeds To blemish, which your fellow Peeres thus conster, That strengthen'd by th'alliance of the King, And better armed by the peoples love, You may prove danngerous. In policy of state to quench the sparkes Before they grow to flame, and top your height, Before your spacious branches spread too farre, What to this generall motion can you say, Before we taxe you with particulars?