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A03248	The royall king, and the loyall subject As it hath beene acted with great applause by the Queenes Maiesties Servants. Written by Thomas Heywood.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.; Bandello, Matteo, 1485-1561. Novelle. Part 1. Novella 2.	1637 (1637)	STC 13364; ESTC S104074	42,284	78

to the King why should I grow ingag'd Above my power since this my Lords you know The lesse we runne in debt the lesse we owe Give me my thoughts and score you on I pray I wish no more than I have meanes to pay Chest. Shall we my Lord his actions censure freely King And sentence them Aud. 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 venters 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 triumph borne where when her utmost worth Had beene proclaim'd the common Executioner First by the Kings 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 Chest. This 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 King That Sentence we confirme and it shall stand Irrevocable by our streight command Mar. 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 't is the last jewell that I have In liew of which oh grant me but a grave King A Laurell wreath a scaffold and a blocke Our selfe will see the Execution done Onely thy life is ours thy goods are free Mar. 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 Enter the Queene Katherine the Princesse and the other Lady Princesse Stay Queene Hold Kath. Executioner forbeare Queen Heare me a Daughter for a Father plead Princesse Oh Father heare me for my Husbands life Doubly ally'd I am his Neece and Wife Kath. Oh Father heare me for a Father crave Queene Than sentence him oh let me perish rather I pleade for him that 's both my sonne and Father Kath. Oh make your mercy to this prisoner free Queene Father to us Princesse And Husband unto me King Hence with these womanish clamours Prince Vnto these Let me my Liege presume to adde another Behold him kneele that is your sonne and brother Kath. Your Sister and your Daughter great King heare Princesse Your Mother and your Daughter Queene Or like deare Your Queene and Sister Princesse Speake what hath he done Prince Who ever saw a father on a sonne Give sentence or my Royall Lord which rather Addes to your guilt a sonne condemne the father Chest. My Liege command them hence they but disturbe The Traytor in his death King A Traytor 's he That dares so tearme him Chester we meane thee Our best of subjects with our height of grace We wedde thee to us in this strict imbrace Thy vertues bounties envy'd courtesies Thy courage and thy constancy in death Thy love and Loyalty to the end continued More than their clamorous importunities Prevaile with us then as our best and greatest Not to exceed but equall thee in love To end betweene us this Heroick strife Accept what we most precious hold thy Life Mar. Which as your gift I 'le keepe till Heaven Nature Confine it hence and alwayes it expose Vnto your love and service I never lov'd it Bnt since 't was yours and by your gift now mine King I observe in thee The substance of all perfect Loyalty In you save flattery envy hate and pride Nothing or ought to goodnesse that 's ally'd Resigne those places that belong to him Better than so borne noble be unborne Till you your hearts can fashion to your faces We here suspend you from your stiles and places Prince A royall doome King Once more from us receive Thy beauteous Bride as we will hand our Queene The Prince already is possest of his Nay Bonvile as your Bridals were together So follow in your ranke and by the stile Of a Lord Baron you are now no lesse If you dare take our word Our Funerals thus Wee 'le turne to feasting and our blood to wines Of most choice taste prest from the purest Grape Our noble Martiall kinsman and our friend In our two vertues after times shall sing A Loyall Subject and a Royall King The Epilogue to the Reader THat this Play 's old 't is true but now if any Should for that cause despise it we have many Reasons both just and pregnant to maintaine Antiquity and those too not al vaine We know and not long since there was a time Strong lines were not lookt after but if rime O then 't was excellent who but beleeves But Doublets with stuft bellies and bigge sleeves And those Trunke-hose which now the age doth scorn Were all in fashion and with frequence worne And what 's now out of date who is 't can tell But it may come in fashion and sute well With rigour therefore judge not but with reason Since what you read was fitted to that season FINIS

none and therefore can I finde no rest Clin. It growes towards day Chest. That day is night to me Whil'st you Sunne shines I had this even some conference In private with the King in which I urg'd The Martialls discontent withall inferr'd That by his looke the Princesse he despis'd The King chang'd face and could we second this By any new conjecture there were hope To draw him in displeasure Clin. Watch advantage And as you finde the humour of the King Worke it unto the Martialls deepe disgrace But soft the Prince Enter the Prince and Katherine Kath. So early up how did you like your rest Prince I found my most rest in my most unrest A little sleepe serves a new married man The first night of his brydalls I have made you A Woman of a Maide Kath. You were up Both late and early Prince Why you were abroad Before the Sunne was up and the most wise Doe say 't is healthfull still betimes to rise Good day Chest. In one ten thousand Prince 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 Enter Captaine and the King Audley and Bonvile King Not 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 Chest. Hath he refus'd the Princesse King 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 Cap. Your Highnesse much mispriseth his intent For he had no such thought King We know his pride Which his ambition can no longer shadow Chest. Your Highnesse might doe well to call in question His insolence and to arraigne him for t King 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 Prince Shall we command him hither King From his bed And if convicted he shall surely pay for 't Aud. We shall my Lord Chest. Arraigne him on the suddaine e're it proved Le him not dreame upon evasive shiftes But take him unprepared Clin. 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 King It shall be so a Barre and instantly We will our selfe in person heare him speake And see what iust excuse he can produce For his contempt Prince 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 Cap. Saw your Majesty With what an humble zeale and prostrate love He did retender your faire Daughters Dower You would not his intent thus misreceive Chest. 'T is humble pride and meere hypocrisie To blinde the King 't is but ambitious zeale And a dissembling cunning to aspire Kath. My Father call'd in question for his life Oh let not me a sad spectator be Of such a dismall object Prince Nor will I But leave them to their hated cruelty King 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 set out the King and Chester with Clinton and the Prince and Captaine take their seates Audley and Bonvile bring him to the Barre as out of his bed then take their seates Mar. A Barre a Iudgement seate and Iury set Yet cannot all this daunt our innocence Chest. 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 dangerous 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 Mar. With reverence to the State 'fore which I stand That you my Lord of Chester appeare shallow To thinke my actions can disgrace the Kings As if the luster of a petty Starre Should with the Moone compare Alas my deeds Conferr'd with his are like a Candles light To out-shine the mid-dayes glory Can the King The glorious mirrour of all gratitude Condemne that vertue in anothers bosome Which in his owne shines so transparantly Oh pardon me meere vertue is my end Whose pitch the King doth many times transcend Clin. To taxe you more succinctly you have first Abus'd the King in sending to the Court Your daughter lesse faire and the least belov'd Aud. And that includes contempt most barbarous Which you in that unsubject-like exprest Your former emulations we omit As things that may finde tolerable excuse And are indeed not matters capitall But to the best and greatest when the King Out of his bounty and magnificence Vouchsaft to stile thee with the name of sonne Being but a subject with contorted browes And lookes of scorne you tooke his courtesie And in contempt sent back the Princesse dower Chest. Most true a grounded proposition To question you of life Mar. My life my lords It pleases me that the King in person daines To grace my cause with his Majesticke eare You plead for me in this and speake my excuse I have but two in all He sent for one and he receiv'd them both With them a sweete and lovely Prince to boote Who ever lost I am sure the King hath wonne At once a wife a daughter and a sonne Bonv. 'T is true my Lord we all can witnesse it Mar. He that my discontent objects to me With the faire Princesse speakes uncertainly The man judicious such for fooles allowes As have their inward hearts drawne in their browes Is there in all that bench a man so honest That can in this be discontent with me I charge you all those favours I receive From his high Majesty I swallow not With greedy appetite perhaps like you When I am grac't it comes with awe and feare Lest I offend that Prince that holds me deare That for my brow Chest. But for your scornfull sending Of the faire Princesse dower backe to th' King How can you answer that Mar. Why Chester thus I am a man though subject if the meanest Lord or'e his wife why should that priviledge Be onely bard me should I wive an Empresse And take her dowerlesse should we love or hate In that my bounty equalls her estate Witnesse that Iudge above you I esteeme The Princesse dearely and yet married her But as my wife for which I am infinitely Bound