Heywood, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1607 [1606-1608] (Annals) tragedy · Queen Anne's Men · Red Bull unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 490 words
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Madam strange news: Prince Sextus by the enemies of Rome Was nobly used and made their General, Twice hath he met his father in the field, And foiled him by the warlike Gabine's aid: But how hath he rewarded that brave Nation, That in his great disgrace supported him? I'll tell you Madam, he since the last battle Sent to his father a close messenger To be received to grace, withal demanding What he should do with those his enemies: Great Tarquin from his son receives this news, Being walking in his Garden, when the messenger Importuned him for answer, the proud king Lops with his wand the heads of poppies off, And says no more, with this uncertain answer The messenger to Sextus back returns. who questions of his father's words, looks, gesture, He tells him what the haughty speechless King Did to the heads of poppies, which bold Sextus Straight apprehends, cuts off the great men's heads, And having lest the Gabines without Governors, Flies to his father, and this day is welcomed For this his traitorous service, by the King With all due solemn honours to the Court. Courtesy strangely requited, this none but the son of Tarquin would ever have enterprised. I like it, I applaud it, this will come to somewhat in the end, when heaven has cast up his account, some of them will be called to a hard reckoning. Leave all to heaven. My Lords, the best plum porridge in all Rome cools for your honours dinner is piping hot upon the table: & if you make not the more haste, you are like to have but cold cheer, the cook hath done his part, & there's not a dish upon the dresser but he has made smoke for you, if you have good stomachs, and come not in while the meat is hot, you'll make hunger and cold meet together. My man's a Rhetorician I can tell you, And this conceit is fluent. Enter Lords, You must be Lucrece guests, and she is scant In nothing: for such princes must not want. My Lord Valerius, I have even a suit to your honour, I ha' not the power to part from you, without a relish, a note, a tone, we must get an air betwixt us. Thy meaning. Nothing but this, Iohn for the king, has been in many ballads, Iohn for the king down dino, Iohn for the king, has eaten many salads Iohn for the king sings heigh ho. Thou wouldst have a song, wouldst thou not? And be everlastingly bound to your honour, I am now forsaking the world and the Devil, and somewhat leaning towards the flesh, if you could but teach me how to choose a wench fit for my stature and complexion, I should rest yours in all good offices. I'll do that for thee, what's thy name? My name sir is Pompie. Well then attend,
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Madam strange newes: Prince Sextus by the enemies of Rome Was nobly vsde and made their Generall, Twice hath he met his father in the field, And foild him by the warlick Gabines aid: But how hath he rewarded that braue Nation, That in his great disgrace supported him? Ile tell you Madam, he since the last battell Sent to his father a close messenger To be receiu'd to grace, withall demanding What he should doe with those his enemies: Great Tarquin from his son receiues this newes, Being walking in his Garden, when the messenger Importunde him for answere, the proud king Lops with his wand the heads of poppies off, And saies no more, with this vncertain answere The messenger to Sextus back returnes. who questions of his fathers words, lookes, gesture, He tels him what the hawty speechles King Did to the heads of poppies, which bold Sextus Straight apprehends, cuts off the great mens heads, And hauing lest the Gabines without Gouernors, Flies to his father, and this day is welcom'd For this his trayterous seruice, by the King With all due solemne honours to the Court. Curtefie strangely requited, this none but the sonne of Tarquin would euer haue enterpris'de. I like it, I applaud it, this will come to somwhat in the end, when heauen has cast vp his account, some of them will be cald to a hard reckoning. Leaue all to heauen. My Lords, the best plumporedge in all Rome cooles for your honors dinner is piping hot vpō the table: & if you make not the more hast, you are like to haue but cold cheare, the cook hath done his part, & ther's not a dish vpō the dresser but he has made smoake for you, if you haue good stomackes, and come not in while the meat is hot, you'le make hunger and cold meet together. My man's a Rhetorician I can tell you, And this conceit is fluent. Enter Lords, You must be Lucrece guests, and she is scant In nothing: for such princes must not want. My Lord Valerius, I haue euen a suit to your honour, I ha not the power to part from you, without a relish, a note, a tone, we must get an are betwixt vs. Thy meaning. Nothing but this, Iohn for the king, has bin in many ballads, Iohn for the king downe din, Iohn for the king, has eaten many sallts Iohn for the king sings hey ho. Thou wouldst haue a song, wouldst thou not? And be euerlastingly bound to your honour, I am now forsaking the world and the Diuill, and somewhat leaning towards the flesh, if you could but teach me how to choose a wench fit for my stature and complection, I should rest yours in all good offices. Ile do that for thee, what's thy name? My name sir is Pompie. Well then attend,