Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Now are we King, indeed our awe is builded Upon this royal base, and slaughtered body Of a dead King? we by his ruin rise To a Monarchal Throne. We have our longing. My father's death gives me a second life, Match better than the first, my birth was servitude But this new breath of reign is large and free, Welcome my second life of Sovereignty. I have a Daughter, but I hope of mettle, Subject to better temperature: should my Lucrece, Be of this pride, thief hands should sacrifice Her blood unto the Gods that dwell below, The abortive brat should not out live my spleen, But Lucrece is my Daughter, this my Queen. Tear off the crown, that yet empales the Temples Of our usurping Father: quickly Lords, And in the face of his yet bleeding wounds, Let's us receive our honours. The same breath Gives our state life, that was the usurpers death. Here then by heavens hand we invest ourselves: Music, whose loftiest tunes grace Princes crowned, Unto our Noble coronation sound. Whom doth Valerius to our state present? Two valiant Romans, this Horatius Cocles, This Gent. called Mutius Sceuola, Who whilst King Servius wore the Diadem, Up held his sway and Princedom by their loves: But he being fallen, since all the Peers of Rome Applaud King Tarquin in his sovereignty, They with like suffrage greet your coronation. This hand allied unto the Roman Crown, Whom never fear dejected or cast low, Lays his victorious sword at Tarquin's feet, And prostrates with his sword, allegiance. King Seruius life we loved, but he expired Great Tarquin's life, is in our hearts desired. Why? whilst he rules with justice and integrity, Shall with our dreadless hands, our hearts command, Even with the best employment of our lives, Since fortune lifts thee, we submit to fate, ourselves are vassals to the Roman state. Your rooms were empty in our train of friends, Which we rejoice to see so well supplied: Receive our grace, live in our clement favours, In whose submission our young glory grows To his ripe height: fall in our friendly train, And strengthen with your loves our Infant reign. We live for Tarquin. And to thee alone, whilst justice keeps thy Sword & thou thy Throne. Then are you ours, and now conduct us straight, In triumph through the populous streets of Rome, To the king's Palace our majestic seat: Your hearts though freely proffered we entreat. What block is that we tread on? 'tis the body Of your deceased Father Madam, Queen Your shoe is crimsoned with his vital blood. No matter, let his mangled body lie, and with his base confederates strew the streets, That in disgrace, of his usurped pride, We o'er his trunk may in our Chariot ride: For mounted like a Queen, 'twould do me good To wash my Coach-nails in my father's blood.
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Now are we King, indeede our awe is builded Vpon this royall base, and slaughtered body Of a dead King? we by his ruine rise To a Monarchall Throane. We haue our longing. My fathers death giues me a second life, Match better thē the first, my birth was seruitud But this new breath of reigne is large and free, Welcome my second life of Soueraintie. I haue a Daughter, but I hope of mettle, Subiect to better temperature: should my Lucrece, Be of this pride, thefe handes should sacrifice Her blood vnto the Gods that dwell belowe, Theabortiue brat should not out liue my spleene, But Lucrece is my Daughter, this my Queene. Teare off the crowne, that yet empales the Temples Of our vsurping Father: quickly Lords, And in the face of his yet bleeding woundes, Lets vs receiue our honours. The same breath Giues our state life, that was the Vsurpers death. Heere then by heauens hand we inuest our selues: Musique, whose loftiest tunes grace Princes crownde, Vnto our Noble coronation sound. Whome doth Valerius to our state present? Two valiant Romans, this Horatius Cocles, This Gent. cal'd Mutius Sceula, Who whilst King Seruius wore the Diadem, Vp held his sway and Prince-dome by their loues: But he being fane, since all the Peeres of Rome Applaud King Tarquin in his soueraintie, They with like suffrage greet your coronation. This hand alyde vnto the Roman Crowne, Whome neuer feare deiected or cast low, Laies his victorious sword at Tarquins feete, And prostrates with his sword, allegiance. King Seruius life we lou'd, but he expirde Great Tarquins life, is in our hearts desirde. Why? whilst he rules with Iustice and integritie, Shall with our dreadles hands, our hearts commaund, Euen with the best imployment of our liues, Since fortune lifts thee, we submit to fate, Our selues are vassailes to the Roman state. Your roomes were emptie in our traine of friendes, Which we reioyce to see so wel supplyde: Receiue our grace, liue in our clement fauours, In whose submission our young glorie growes To his ripe height: fall in our friendly traine, And strengthen with your loues our Infant raigne. We liue for Tarquin. And to thee alone, whilst Iustice keepes thy Sword & thou thy Throane. Then are you ours, and now conduct vs streight, In triumph through the populous streetes of Rome, To the Kings Pallace our maiesticke seate: Your hearts though freely profferd we entreate. What block is that we treade on? Tis the body Of your deceased Father Madam, Queene Your shoe is crimsend with his vitall bloud. No matter, let his mangled body lye, and with his base confederates strewe the streets, That in disgrace, of his vsurped pride, We ore his truncke may in our Chariot ride: For mounted like a Queene, twould doe me good To wash my Coach-nailes in my fathers blood.