The royall king, and the loyall subject As it hath beene acted with great applause by the Queenes Maiesties Servants. Written by Thomas Heywood.
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- The royall king, and the loyall subject As it hath beene acted with great applause by the Queenes Maiesties Servants. Written by Thomas Heywood.
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- Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641.
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- London :: Printed by Nich. and Iohn Okes for Iames Becket, and are to be sold at his shop at the inner Temple neare the Gate,
- 1637.
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Here enters one, I hope it be not he.
Attend me sirrah into the presence, and if any of the Guard repulse thee, regard him not.
I'le march where my Captaine leads, wer't into the Presence of the great Termagaunt.
My duty to the Prince, Madam your favour, Lord Martiall, yours.
What will the fellow doe?
Lady, your lip.
Well said Mistris.
A good bold fellow.
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You are not asham'd to acknowledge me in this good company: I have brought thee all that the warres have left of me; were I better worth, 'twere all thine; thou canst have no more of the Cat but his skinne, I have brought thee home the same eyes that first saw thee, the same tongue that first courted thee, the same hand that first contracted thee, and the same heart that firs•• affected thee: More I have not, lesse I cannot: nay quickly sweet W••nch, and let mee know what to trust to.
Why god amerey Wench: come sirrah.
Here's a short horse soone curryed.
Is this your sweet-heart? I had need wish you much joy, for I see but a little towards: Where did you take him up by the hye-way, or did you not fall in love with him hanging on a Gibbet?
What is he for Heavens sake? can no man give him his true character?
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Come, wee'le goe see the King.
I shall attend your Grace.
And in faith Lady can you be in love with this ragge of honour?
But say your Father now, as many Fathers are, proove a true worldling, and rather than bestow thee on one dejected, dis-inherite thee? how then?
By my faith good counsell; if I live long enough, It may be I may have the grace to follow it.
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Note you that?
Now it begins.
With pardon, can your Highnesse that remember, And so forget me?
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Oh my Lord you are welcome, wee have not had your company amongst us long.
I have not seene a man hath borne his disgrace with more patience; especially to be forc't with his owne hand to deliver up his honours to his enemy.
It would have troubl'd me, I should not brooke it.
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This Lord is of an unwonted constancy, He entertaines his disgraces as merrily as a man dyes that is tickled to death.
The King would have you to forbeare the Councel, And to give up your Staffe.
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The Martiall's gone in discontent my Liege.
There's none dwels here; you may speak with the
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Master of the house if you will.
Captaine, Captaine, I have descri'd an Host.
An Host? where? which way march they?
Mine Host of the house, see where he marches.
Here take my cloake, what is't not Dinner-time? Are there no gallants come yet?
Why Sir, doe you meane to dine here to day?
Here doe I meane to cranch, to munch, to eate, To feed, and be fat my fine Cullapolis.
You must pardon me Sir, my house intertaines none but Gentlemen; if you will stand at gate, when Dinner's done, I'le helpe you to some fragments.
Sirrah, if your house be free for Gentlemen, it is fit for me; thou seest I keepe my man, I've Crownes to spend with him that's bravest here: I'le keepe my roome in spight of Silkes and Sattins.
I would I were well rid of this ragge-muffin.
How goes the day?
It cannot yet be old, because I see no more gallants come.
Mine Host, what's here?
A Tatterdemalean, that stayes to sit at the Ordinary to day.
Doest know him?
I did when he was flush, and had the Crownes; but since he grew poore, he is worne quite out of my remem∣brance. He is a decay'd Captaine, and his name is Bonvile.
I would he would leave this place, and ranke him∣selfe with his companions.
Morrow Gentlemen.
The morning's past, ••tis mid-day at the least.
What is the roome so empty?
What Tatter's that that walkes there?
If he will not leave the roome, kicke him downe staires.
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Mine Host, prithee put this fellow out of the room, And let him not drop his shooe-clouts here.
Sfoot dost thou meane we shall goe louzie out of the house?
If he will not goe out by faire meanes, Send for a Constable.
And send him to Bridewell Ordinary; whipping cheere is best for him.
Nay pray sir leave my house, you see the Gentlemen will not endure your company.
I remember sir some such matter, but you see the times change. Nay, will you leave the Gentlemen?
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.
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Come Cock I have tooke some of their stomacks away from them before Dinner.