The Royal King and the Loyal Subject · chunk 38 of 39
Heywood, Thomas · published 1637 · first performed or written 1602 [1602-1618] (Annals) romance · Unknown T17 Eastern conquest: Persians, Turks and so typicality 0.65 · 508 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T17: tamburlaine, persian, cyrus, king, mahomet, arms, mighty, assyrian, thousand, army.
Shall we my Lord his actions censure freely? And sentence them. A Persian History I read of late, how the great Sophy once Flying a noble Falcon at the Herne, In comes by chance an Eagle sousing by, Which when the Hawk espies, leaves her first game, And boldly ventures on the King of Birds; Long tugged they in the Air, till at the length The Falcon better breathed, seized on the Eagle, And struck it dead: The Barons praised the Bird, And for her courage she was peerless held. The Emperor, after some deliberate thoughts, Made him no less: he caused a Crown of gold To be new framed, and fitted to her head In honour of her courage: Then the Bird With great applause was to the marketplace In tri triumph born, where, when her utmost worth Had been proclaimed, the common Executioner First by the Kings command took off her Crown, And after with a sword struck off her head, As one no better than a noble Traitor Unto the King of Birds. This use we make From this your ancient Persian History, That you a noble and a courteous Peer, Praised for your hospital virtues and high bounty, Shall be first crowned with Laurel to your worth: But since you durst against your Sovereign Oppose yourself, you by your pride misled, Shall as a noble Traitor lose your head. That Sentence we confirm, and it shall stand Irrevocable by our straight command. I am glad my Liege I have a life yet left, In which to show my bounty, even in that I will be liberal, and spend it for you; Take it, 'tis the last jewel that I have, In lieu of which oh grant me but a grave. A Laurel wreath, a scaffold, and a block, ourself will see the Execution done: Only thy life is ours, thy goods are free. My Lord, you are the life of courtesy, And you are kind unto me above measure, To give away what might enrich yourself. Since they are mine, I will bestow them thus: The best of those that were so late but yours, My jewels, ay, by will, restore you back, You shall receive them separate from the rest: To you the king's son, and by marriage mine, On you I will bestow my Armoury, Stables of Horse, and weapons for the wars, I know you love a Soldier: to the Princess, And my two Daughters I give equal portions From my revenue; but if my fair wife Prove, and produce a Male-child, him I make My universal Heir, but if a Female, Her Dower is with the rest proportionable. The next I give, it is my Soul to Heaven, Where my Creator reigns: my words thus end, Body to Earth, my Soul to Heaven ascend. Stay. Hold Executioner forbear. Hear me a Daughter for a Father plead. Oh Father, hear me for my husband's life, Doubly allied, I am his Niece and Wife. Oh Father hear me, for a Father crave.
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Shall we my Lord his actions censure freely? And sentence them. A Persian History I read of late, how the great Sophy once Flying a noble Falcon at the Herne, In comes by chance an Eagle sousing by, Which when the Hawke espyes, leaves her first game, And boldly vnters on the King of Birds; Long tug'd they in the Ayre, till at the length The Falcon better breath'd, seiz'd on the Eagle, And struck it dead: The Barons prais'd the Bird, And for her courage she was peerelesse held. The Emperor, after some deliberate thoughts, Made him no lesse: he caus'd a Crowne of gold To be new fram'd, and fitted to her head In honour of her courage: Then the Bird With great applause was to the market-place In tri mph borne, where, whn her utmost worth Had beene proclaim'd, the common Executioner First b the ings command tooke off her Crowne, And after with a sword strooke off her head, As one no better than a noble Traytor Vnto the King of Birds. his use we make From this your ancient Persian History, That you a noble and a courteous Peere, Prais'd for your hospitall vertues and high bounty, Shall be first crown'd with Lawrell to your worth: But since you durst against your Soveraigne Oppose your selfe, you by your pride misled, Shall as a noble Traytor loose your head. That Sentence we confirme, and it shall stand Irrevocable by our streight command. I am glad my Liege I have a life yet left, In which to shew my bounty, even in that I will be liberall, and spend it for you; Take it, 'tis the last jewell that I have, In liew of which oh grant me but a grave. A Laurell wreath, a scaffold, and a blocke, Our selfe will see the Execution done: Onely thy life is ours, thy goods are free. My Lord, you are the life of courtesie, And you are kinde unto me above measure, To give away what might enrich your selfe. Since they are mine, I will bestow them thus: The best of those that were so late but yours, My jewells, I, by will, restore you backe, You shall receive them separate from the rest: To you the Kings sonne, and by marriage mine, On you I will bestow my Armory, Stables of Horse, and weapons for the warres, I know you love a Souldier: to the Princesse, And my two Daughters I give equall portions From my revenue; but if my faire wife Proove, and produce a Male-child, him I make My universall Heire, but if a Female, Her Dower is with the rest proportionable. The next I give, it is my Soule to Heaven, Where my Creator reignes: my words thus end, Body to Earth, my Soule to Heaven ascend. Stay. Hold Executioner forbeare. Heare me a Daughter for a Father plead. Oh Father, heare me for my Husbands life, Doubly ally'd, I am his Neece and Wife. Oh Father heare me, for a Father crave.