Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an typicality 0.79 · 485 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
We are one heart, our thoughts & our desires are suitable. Since he was King he bears him like a God, His wife like Pallas or the wife of Jove, Will not be parleyed without sacrifice, And homage sole due to the deities. What hast with good Lucretius, Hast small speed, I had an earnest suit unto the King, About some business that concerns the weal Of Rome and us, 'twi'l not be listened to, He has took upon him such ambitious state, That he abandons conference with his peers, Or if he chance to hear our tongues so much, As but to hear their summons he despises, The intent of all our speeches, our advises, And counsel: thinking his own judgement only, To be approved in matters military, And in affairs domestic we are but shouts, And fellows of no parts, viols unstrung, Our notes to harsh to strike in princes' ears, Great Ioue amend it, Whither will you my Lord? No matter where if from the court, I'll home to Collatine, And to my daughter Lucrece; home breeds safety, Dangers begot in Court, a life retired Must please me now perforce: then noble Sceuola, And you my dear Horatius, farewell both, Where industry is scorned let's welcome sloth. Nay good Lucretius do not leave us thus, See here comes Collatine, but where's Valerius How does he taste these times. Not giddily like Brutus, passionately Like old Lucretius with his tear swollen eyes, Not laughing like Nor bluntly like Horatius Cocles here, He has usurped a stranger garb of humour, Distinct from these in natures every way. How is he relished can his eyes forbear, In this strange state to shed a passionate tear, Can he forbear to laugh with Scevola, At that which passionate weeping cannot mend. Nay can his thought shape ought but melancholy To see these dangerous passages of state, How is he tempered noble Collatine? Strangely, he is all song, he's ditty all, Note that, Valerius hath given up the Court And weaned himself from the king's consistory In which his sweet harmonious tongue grew harsh, Whether it be that he is discontent Yet would not so appear before the king Or whether in applause of these new Edicts. Which so distaste the people, or what cause, I know not but now he's all musical. Unto the counsel chamber he goes singing, And whilst the king his wilful edicts makes, In which nonce tongue is powerful save the kings. he's in a corner, relishing strange airs. Conclusively he's from a toward hopeful gentleman trans-shaped to a mere balleter, none knowing this transitation. See where he comes. Morrow Valerius. Morrow my Lord, When Tarquin first in Court began, And was approved King: Some men for sodden joy 'gan weep, And I for sorrow sing. Ha, ha, how long has my Valerius Put on his strain of mirth, or what's the cause?
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We are one harte, our thoughts & our desires are sutable. Since he was King he beares him like a God, His wife like Pallas or the wife of oue, Will not be parlied without sacrifice, And homage sole due to the deities. What hast with good Lucretius, Hast small speede, I had an earnest sute vnto the King, About some busines that concernes the weale Of Rome and vs, twi' not be listned to, He has took evppon him such ambiticus state, That he abandons conference with his Piers, Or if he chance to heare our tongus so much, As but to heare their summons he despises, The intent of all our speeches, our aduises, And counsell: thinking his owne iudgement only, To be aprooued in matters military, And in affaires domesticke we are but shouts, And fellowes of no partes, viols vnstrung, Our notes to harsh to strike in princes ares, Great Ioue amend it, VVhither will you my Lord? No matter where if frō the court, I'le home to Collatin, And to my daughter Lucrce; home breedes safety, Dangers begot in Court, a life retierd Must please me now perforce: then noble Scela, And you my deere Horatius, farewell both, VVhere industrie is scornd lets welcome sloth. Nay good Lucretius do not leaue vs thus, See here comes Collatine, but wheres Valerius How does he tast these times. Not giddily like Brutus, passionately Like old Lucretius with his teare swoln eies, Not laughing like Nor bluntly like Horatius Cocles here, He has vsurpt a stranger garbe of humour, Distinct from these in natures euery way. How is he relisht can his eies forbeare, In this strange state to shed a passionate teare, Can he forbeare to laugh with Sceuola, At that which passionate weeping cannot mend. Nay can his thought shape ought but melancholy To see these dangerous passages of state, How is he tempered noble Collatine? Strangely, he is all song, hees ditty all, Note that, Valerius hath giuen vp the Court And weand himselfe from the kings consistory In which his sweet harmonious tongue grew harsh, VVhether it be that he is discontent Yet would not so appeare before the king Or whether in applause of these new Edicts. VVhich so distast the people, or what cause, I know not but now hee's all musicall. Vnto the counsell chamber he goes singing, And whilest the king his wilfull edicts makes, In which nones tongue is powerfull saue the kings. Hee's in a corner, relishing strange aires. Conclusiuely he's frō a toward hopefull gentleman Transeshapt to a meere balleter, none knowing this transitation. See where he comes. Morrow Valerius. Morrow my Lord, When Tarquin first in Court began, And was approued King: Some men for sodden ioy gan weepe, And I for sorrow sing. Ha, ha, how long has my Valerius Put on his straine of mirth, or whats the cause?