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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
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

And let him not drop his shooe-clouts here 2. Gent. Sfoot dost thou meane we shall goe louzie out of the house 3. Gent. If he will not goe out by faire meanes Send for a Constable 4. Gent. And send him to Bridewell Ordinary whipping cheere is best for him Host. Nay pray sir leave my house you see the Gentlemen will not endure your company Cap. Mine Host thou knewst me in my flourishing prime I was the first brought custome to thine house Most of my meanes I spent here to enrich thee And to set thee up I 've cast downe my selfe Host. I remember sir some such matter but you see the times change Nay will you leave the Gentlemen Cap. The Lease of this house hadst thou not from me Did I not give thee both the Fyne and Rent Host. I must needs say you were bountifull when you had it but in troth sir if you will not be gone J shall be forc't to turne you out by the head and shoulders Cap. And is not all this worth the trusting for an Ordinary Host. Nay if you prate I shall use you somewhat extraordinary Gent. Downe with the Rogue Cap. Since you hate calmes and wil move stormy weather Now Host and guest shall all downe staires together Clown Ah well done Master tickle them noble Captaine Cap. Come Cock I have tooke some of their stomacks away from them before Dinner Enter the Martiall with his two men and his two Daughters Mar. We are at peace now and in threatned death We doe enjoy new life my onely comforts The image of my late deceased wife Now have I time to surfeit on your sight Which Court-imployments have debarr'd me long Oh Fortune thou didst threaten misery And thou hast paid me comfort neede we ought That we should seeke the suffrage of the Court Are we not rich are we not well revenew'd Are not the Countrey-pleasures farre more sweete Than the Court-cares Instead of balling suiters Our eares receive the musicke of the Hound For mounting pride and lofty ambition We in the Ayre behold the Falcons Tower And in that Morall mock those that aspire Oh my good King instead of threat and wrong Thou hast brought me rest which I have wisht so long Isabella Sir we have long beene Orphans in the Countrey Whilst you still followed your affaires at Court We heard we had a Father by our Guardian But scarce till now could we enjoy your sight Katherine Nor let it seeme offencive to your love That we in your retirement should take pride The King in this pursues our greater happinesse And quickens most where he would most destroy Mar. You are mine owne sweet girles in your vertues I place my sole blisse you are all my honours My favours state and offices at Court What are you not Let the King take my lands And my possession and but leave me you He leaves me rich more would I not desire And lesse he cannot grant Enter a servant Serv. One from the King Attends your honour and his urgency Craves quicke dispatch Mar. Ladies withdraw a little I long to know what mischiefe 's now afoot Wee 'le front it be it death ey and march towards it A Chaire admit the Herald let him in We are arm'd 'gainst what can come our breast is true And that 's one Maxim what is forc't is wrong We can both keepe our heart and guide our tongue Enter the servant ushering in Chester Chest. Sir the King greets you and commands you effect His will in this you know the Character Mar. My good Lord Martiall you are welcome hither These Lines I kisse because they came from him Chest. You 'le like the letter better than the style Ha change your face is your blood moov'd to the tyde Or ebbes it to your heart Mar. Thou hast two Daughters He reads Faire by report her whom thou lov'st best Send to the Court it is thy Kings behest Doe this on thy allegeance Chest: Sir your Answer Mar. I pray Sir deale with men in misery Like one that may himself be miserable Insult not too much upon men distrest Play not too much upon my wretchednesse The noble minds still will not when they can Chest. I cannot stay for answer pray be briefe Mar. You are more welcome than your message Sir And yet that 's welcome comming from my King Pray Sir forbeare me 't is the Kings command And you shall know mine answer instantly Receive him nobly Chest. I shall waite your pleasure Mar. Malice revenge displeasure envy hate I had thought that you had onely dwelt at Court And that the Countrey had beene cleere and free But from Kings wraths no place I finde is safe My fairest daughter had the King commanded One of my hands I had sent it willingly But her yet Kings must not be dallied with Somewhat I must resolve to breed of force Treason or to my blood or to my King False Father or false or Subject I must proove Be true to him I serve other I love Somewhat I must my Daughters call them in Enter one ushering the Ladies Leave them and us Ladies I must be blunt the King 's displeas'd And hearing of two children whom I love My patience and my loyalty to try Commands that she whom I love best must dye Isab Dye 'las chat's nothing must nor all men so And doth not Heaven crowne martyr'd innocence I was affraid my Lord the King had sene To have strumpetted the fairest for of your blood An innocent death my Lord is crowne of rest Then let me dye as her whom you love best Kath. If but to dye prove that you love me then Death were most welcome to confirme your love Alas my Sister she hath not the heart To looke upon a rough Tormenters face I am bold and constant and my courage great As token of your love then point out me Mar. Alas my girle for greater ills prepare Death would end yours and somewhat ease my sorrows What I must speake containes Heavens greatest curse Search all the world you can finde nought so ill Isab. Speak 't at once Mar. Her whom I best affect The King intends to strumpet Kath. Blesse me Heaven Mar. Should he Kath. By all my joyes I 'le sooner dye Then suffer it Isab. And so by Heaven will I Mar. Now you are mine indeed who would forgoe One of these jemmes so fine and valued so But passion give me leave the King commands I must obey The fairest he sent for None of my daughters have beene seene at Court Nor hath the ambitious Chester view'd them yet My eldest then shall goe come hither girle I send thee Heaven knowes whether to thy death Or to thine honour though he envie me Yet in himselfe the King is honourable And will not stretch his malice to my child The worst I feare and yet the best I hope I charge thee then even by a fathers name If the King daine to take thee to his bed By name

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