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master_n	abandon_v	court_n	news_n	36	3	11.2291	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A03244	The rape of Lucrece a true Roman tragedie. With the seuerall songes in their apt places, by Valerius, the merrie lord amongst the Roman peeres. Acted by her Majesties Seruants at the Red-Bull, neere Clarken-well. Written by Thomas Heywood.	Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.	1608 (1608)	STC 13360; ESTC S106206	43,477	78

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 eares Great Ioue amend it Horat. VVhither will you my Lord Lucr. No matter where if frō the court I 'le home to Collatine And to my daughter Lucrece home breedes safety Dangers begot in Court a life retierd Must please me now perforce then noble Sceuola And you my deere Horatius farewell both VVhere industrie is scornd le ts welcome sloth Enter Collatine Horat. Nay good Lucretius do not leaue vs thus See here comes Collatine but where 's Valerius How does he tast these times Collat. Not giddily like Brutus passionately Like old Lucretius with his teare swoln eies Not laughing like Nor bluntly like Horatius Cocles here Mutius Sceuola He has vsurpt a stranger garbe of humour Distinct from these in natures euery way Lucret. 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 Horat. Nay can his thought shape ought but melancholy To see these dangerous passages of state How is he tempered noble Collatine Collat. Strangely he is all song hee s 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 Whence should proceed this transmutation Enter Valerius Horat. See where he comes Morrow Valerius Lucret. Morrow my Lord The first Song Valer. When Tarquin first in Court began And was approued King Some men for sodden ioy gan weepe And I for sorrow sing Sceuol. Ha ha how long has my Valerius Put on his straine of mirth or what 's the cause The second Song Valer. Let humor change and spare not Since Tarquins proud I care not His faire words so bewitch my delight That I dote on his sight Now all is gone new desires embraceing And my deserts disgracing Horat. Vpon my life he 's either mad or loue-sicke Oh can Valerius but so late a states-man Of whom the publique weale deseru'd so well Tune out his age in songs and Cansonets Whose voyce should thunder counsell in the eares Of Tarquin and proud Tullia thinke Valerius What that proud woman Tullia is t will put thee Quite out of tune The third Song Valer. Now what is loue I pray thee tell It is the fountaine and the well Where pleasure and repentance dwell It is perhaps the sansing bell That rings all in to heauen or hell And this is loue and this is loue as I heare tell Now what is loue I pray you shew A thing that creepes and cannot goe A prise that passeth to and fro A thing for me a thing for moe And he that proues shall find it so And this is loue and this is sweet friends loue Lucre. Valerius I shall quickly change thy cheere And make thy passionate eyes lament with mine Thinke how that worthy Prince our kinsman King Was butchered in the marble capitoll Shall Seruius Tullius vnregarded die Alone of thee whome all the Romaine Ladies Euen yet with teare-swolne eyes and sorrowful soules Compassionate as well he merited To these lamenting dames what canst thou sing Whose greefe through all the Romaine Temples ring The fourth Song Valer. Lament Ladies lament Lament the Roman land The King is fra thee hent Was doughtie on his hand Wee le gangn ito the Kirke His dead corpes we le embrase And when we sea ha dean We all will cry alasse Fala la lero la Tararara roun tarre c. Harat. This musick mads me I all mirth dispise Lucr. To heare him sing drawes riuers from his eyes Sceuola It pleaseth me for since the Court is harsh And lookes askaunce on souldiers le ts be merry Court Ladies sing drinke dance and euery man Get him a mistris coach it in the Country And tast the sweets of it what thinks Valerius Of Sceuolous last councell The fift Song Valer. Why since we souldiers cannot proue And greefe it is to vs therefore Let euery man get him a loue To trim her vp and fight no more That we may tast of louers blisse Be merry and blith imbrace and kisse That Ladies may say some more of this That Ladies may say some more of this Since Court and Country both grow proud And safety you delight to heare Wee in the Country will vs shroud VVhere liues to please both eye and eare The Nightingale sings Iug Iug Iug The little Lambe leaps after his dug And the prety milke-maids they looke so smug And the prety milke-maids c. Come Sceuola shall we goe and be idle Lucr. I le in to weep Horat. But I my gall to grate Sceuo. I le laugh at time till it will change our Fate Exeunt they Manet Collatine Colat. Thou art not what thou seem'st Lord Sceuola Thy heart mournes in thee though thy visage smile And so doe's thy soule weep Valerius Although thy habit sing for these new humors Are but put on for safety and to arme them Against the pride of Tarquin from whose danger None great in loue in counsell or opinion Can be kept safe this makes me lose my houres At home with Lucrece and abandon court Enter Clowne Clowne Fortune I embrace thee that thou hast assisted me in finding my master the Gods of good Rome keepe my Lord and master out of all bad company Collat. Sirra the newes with you Clow. Would you ha Court newes Campe newes City newes or Country newes or would you know what 's the newes at home Collat. Let me know all the newes Clown The newes at Court is that a small legge and a silke stockin are in fashion for your Lord And the water that god Mercury makes is in request with your Ladie The heauinesse of the kings wine makes many a light head and the emptines of his dishes manie full bellies eating drinking was neuer more in vse you shall find the baddest legs in bootes and the worst faces in maskes They keep their old stomakes still the kings good Cook hath the most wrong for that which was wont to be priuate only to him is now vsurpt among all the other officers for now euery man in his place to the preiudice of the master Cooke makes bold to licke his owne fingers Col. The newes in the Campe Clo. The greatest newes in the camp