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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

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

brother of a Serjeant a rich corne-master of a plentifull yeere or a troublesome Attourney to heare of suits put to compremize Sir I must challenge you you are my kinsman My Grandsir was the first that rais'd the name Of Bonvile to this height but Lord to see That you are growne a Lord and know not me Bonv. Cousin I know you you have bin an unthrift And lavisht what you had had I so done I might have ebb'd like you where I now flow Cap. Yet I can purchase that which all the wealth you have will never winne you Bon. And what 's that I pray Cap. Wit is the word strange to you wit Bon. Whither wilt thou Cap. True Wit will to many ere it come to you Bon. Feed you upon your purchase I 'le keepe mine Cap. Have you the wit to doo 't Cap. I have wit to buy And you to sell which is the greater gaine Cousin I 'le keepe my wealth keep you your brain Cap. The wealth of Mydas choak thee ere th' art old And even the bread thou feed'st on change to gold My Lord you heare how I pray for my Kinred I have a little more charity for my friend with you I have some businesse Aud. I am in haste now Cap. I pray you stay Audl. Not now indeed Cap. Pardon for here 's no way Before you heare me Aud. Prithee be briefe Cap. Your daughter lives I hope Aud. What 's that to thee Cap. Somewhat 't will proove ey and concerning me Before I laid my fortunes on these warres And was in hope to thrive by your consent Nay by your motion our united hearts Were made more firme by contract well you know We were betroth'd Aud. Sir I remember 't not Cap. I doe and thus proceed I was in hope to have rais'd my fortunes high And with them to have pull'd her by degrees Vnto that eminence at which I aime I venter'd for it but instead of wealth I purchast nought but wounds Honour I had And the repute of valour but my Lord These simply of themselves are naked Titles Respectlesse without price and bombast wealth And to the purblind world shew seeming bad Behold in me their shapes they thus goe clad Aud. You said you would be briefe Cap. All that I had I spent upon my Soldiers we tooke no spoile The warres have grated on me ev'n to this That you now see Now my last refuge is To raise my selfe by her Aud. And spend her meanes As thou hast done thine owne vile unthrift no I know no Contract Cap. I have one to shew Aud. No matter think'st thou that I 'le vent my bagges To suite in Sattin him that Jets in ragges Exit Cap. The world 's all of one heart this blaze I can All love the money none esteemes the man These be our friends at Court and fine ones too Are they not pray where be our followers Cock Here noble Captaine Cap. You see how our friends grace us what hopes we have to preferre you Corp. I see sufficient Captaine I will discharge my selfe I meane to seeke else-where for preferment Cap. All leave me if you please but him that stayes If e're I mount I 'le with my fortunes raise Match Captaine I desire your passe I meane to march along with my Corporall Cap. Wilt thou goe too Cock I leave you who I for a little diversity for a wet storme no Sir though your out-sides fall away I 'le cleave as close to you as your linings Cap. Gramercy yet away without reply Corp. Futre for thy base service Cap. Away sfoot how am I falne out of my humour and yet this strangenesse of my nearest friends and alliance deserves a little cotemplating is 't possible that even Lords that have the best educating whose eares are frequent to the most fluent discourse that live in the very braine of the Land the Court that these should be gull'd with shadows and not be able to distinguish a man when they see him thou knowest me yet these doe not Cock Why may not a poore man have as good eyes as another their eares indeed may be larger than mine but I can see as far without spectacles as the best Lord in the land Cap. These superficiall Lords that thinke every thing to be as it appeares they never question a mans wit his discretion his language his inward vertues but as hee seemes he passes Cock I warrant if I should looke like an Asse They would take mee for one too Cap. The next I try is my betroth'd if she acknowledge this hand that hath received hers this heart this face and knowes the person from the garment I shall say Woman there is more vertue in thee than Man Cock There 's no question of that for they say they will hold out better But Sir if we be no better habited I make a question how we shall get in at the Court-gate for I 'le assure you your fashion is not in request at the Court Cap. My vertue is not to be imitated I 'le hold my purpose though I be kept backe and venter lashing in the Porters Lodge Come follow me I will goe see my Mistresse Though guirt with all the Ladies of the court Though ragged Vertue oft may be kept out No grate so strongly kept above the Center But Asses with gold laden free may enter Actus Secundus Scena Secunda Enter the Prince the Princesse the Martiall and the Lady Mary Audley Prince Lord Martiall we are much in debt to you For by your favour we obtain'd the prize In the last Tourney we acknowledge it Mar. I could not love my Soveraigne Gracious Prince Without extent of duty to the sonne Princesse 'T was nobly ply'd on both sides both had honour Yet brother to be modest in your praise You had the best Prince You please to grace me Sister Martiall I heare you are a widdower late How long is 't since your beauteous Countesse dy'd Mar. My Lord you make me now unsoldier-like For get the name of Martiall to become A passionate husband her remembrance drawes Teares from mine eyes shee dy'd some three Moneths since Good Lady shee 's now gone Princesse A kinde Husband I 'le warrant him if e're I chance to bride Heaven grant I finde no worse Prince Have you no children by her Mar. Two sweet Girles Now all my hopes and solace of this earth Whom next the zeale I owe unto my King I prise above the world Prince Why noble Sir Are they not brought up to be train'd at Court To attend our Sister Mar. They are young and tender And e're I teach them fashion I would gladly Traine them in vertue and to arme their youth Against the smooth and amorous baits of Court Princesse As kind a Father as a Husband now If e're I chance to wedde such Heaven grant me Prince Why Heaven may heare your prayer here 's one I warrant that dreames not on a Husband Princesse Yet e're long Shee may