THE ROYALL KING AND The Loyall Subject As it hath beene Acted with great Applause by the Queenes Maiesties Servants Aut prodesse solent aut delectare Written by Thomas Heywood LONDON Printed by Nich and Iohn Okes for Iames Becket and are to be fold at his shop at the inner Temple neare the Gate 1637 The Prologue to the Stage To give content to this most curious Age The gods themselves we' have brought downe to the Stage And figur'd them in Planets made even Hell Deliver up the Furies by no spell Saving the Muses rapture further we Have traffickt by their helpe no History We have left unrifled our Pens have beene dipt As well in opening each hid Manuscript As Tracts more vulgar whether read or sung In our domesticke or more forraigne tongue Of Faiery Elves Nymphs of the Sea and Land The Lawnes and Groves no number can be scan'd Which we have not given feet to nay 't is knowne That when our Chronicles have barren growne Of Story we have all Invention stretcht Div'd low as to the Center and then reacht Unto the Primum mobile above Nor scapt things intermediate for your love These have beene Acted often all have past Censure of which some live and some are cast For this in agitation stay the end Though nothing please yet nothing can offend Dramatis Personae THe King of England The Prince of England The Lord Martiall Captaine Bonvile The Earle of Chester Corporall Cocke The Lord Lacy Lansprisado Match The Lord Clinton The Clowne The Lord Audley A Welch-man The Lord Bonvile An Host of the ordinary The Princesse Foure young Gallants at the ordinary Isabella the Martials eldest Daughter A Servant Margaret the Martials younger Daughter A Bawd The Lady Mary Audley Two Courtezans Two Gentlemen in a Brothel-house Attendants c. The Royall King AND The Loyall Subiect Actus primus Scena prima Enter the King of England the Lord Lacy Clinton Chester and the Martiall Audley and Bonvile King THus from the holy Warres are we return'd To slumber in the Summer of soft peace Since those proud enemies that late blaspheamd And spit their furies in the face of Heaven Are now laid low in dust Chester Dread Soveraigne The Heavens have shew'd their bounty unto us In guarding your most deare and sacred life From opposite hatred and that imminent perill To which you were ingag'd Clinton When in one battaile you were twice unhorst Guirt with the opposite rankes of Infidels That had not timely rescue come from Heaven Mortall assistance had beene us'd in vaine King Ey now you load me with a surplusadge Of comprlesse debets this thrice valiant Lord My noble Martiall twice that perillous day Did he bestride me and beneath his Targe Me thought that instant did I lie as safe As in my best and strongest Cittadell The whilst his bright Sword like the Bolt of Iove Pierc't the steele-crests of barbarous Infidels And flatted them with earth although my Subject Yet in this one thing thou hast prov'd my Lord For when my life was forfeit to the Warres Thou by thy valour didst redeeme it freely And gav'st it me whilst thou ingag'st thy life For which if ever by like chance of Warre Lawes forfeiture or our prerogative Thy life come in like danger here we sweare By our earths honours and our hopes divine As thou for us wee 'le ours ingage for thine Mart. You give my Lord to Duty Attributes Too high for her submisse humility I am your vassall and ten thousand lives Of equall ranke with mine subjects and servants Be over-rated if compar'd with yours King When I forget thee may my operant parts Each one forget their office We create thee Next to our selfe of power we but except The name of King all other dignities We will communicate to thee our friend Mart. May I no longer use these Royalties Or have the power to enjoy them then I wholly Devote them to your service Prince Noble Martiall If I survive Englands Inheritance Or ever live to sit on Iacobs Stone Thy love shall with my Crowne be hereditary Mart. And gracious Prince since Heaven hath bin as liberall To grace me with your favour as my birth Was to endow me richly all your graces Shall with my great and ample revenues Be ever to your vertues serviceable King We know it and have beene observers long Of thy choice vertues neither could we yet Fasten that love on thee which came not home With double use and ample recompence Clint. These graces are beyond dimension They have nor height nor depth uncircumscrib'd And without bounds He like abroad arm'd tree O're-shadows us and throw his spacious bowes We that grow under cannot see the Sunne Nor taste the cheerefull warmth of his bright beames These branches we must loppe by fire or Thunder Or by his shadowy armes be still kept under Chest. I was borne Eagle-fighted and to gaze In the Suns fore-head I will brooke no cloud To stand betwixt me and his glorious fire I 'le have full light or none either soare high Or else sinke low my ominous Fate is cast Or to be first or of all abjects last King You shall renowned Martiall feast for us The Embassadors that come from forraigne Lands To gratulate our famous victories Mar. I shall my Lord and give them intertainment To Englands honour and to suite the place Of which I beare the name King We doubt it not We understand Lords in these tedious warres Some forward spirits have beene at great expence To furnish them like noble Gentlemen And many spent most part of their revenues In honour of their Countrey some undone In pursuit of these warres now if such come For their reliefe by suite petitionary Let them have gracious hearing and supply Or by our service or our Treasury Audley I have one Kinsman hath spent all his land And is return'd a begger and so tatter'd As that I can but blush to acknowledge him But in the Warres he spent it and for me Warres shall relieve him He was a noble Heire But what these lost let other Warres repaire King Lords all once more we greete your safe returne With generall welcome we invite you all To feast with us and joy what we have wonne Happiest in these our Martiall and our sonne Exit Enter the Clowne and a Welch-man Clowne It seemes thou hast not beene in the Warres my Friend but art new come up to London Welch Heaven plesse thee from all his mercies and his graces It was told us in Wales that you have great pigge Organ in Pauls and pigger by a great deale than our Organ at Rixam which made me make my travels and my journies on the pare hoofe up to London to have resolutions and certifications in that pisinesse that when I venture into my Countries and habitations I may give notice to mine Uncle Rice ap Davy ap Morgan ap Evan ap Iones ap Geffrey I pray where apout stands Pauls Church can you
low King Attend us Chester wait upon our Cup It is an honour due to you this day Chest. I shall my Lord Clin. Oh my Lord you are welcome wee have not had your company amongst us long Mar. You ever had my heart though the Kings service Commanded still my person I am eas'd Of a great burden so the King rest pleas'd Aud. 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 Bonv. It would have troubl'd me I should not brooke it King Command you fellow give his golden Key To the Lord Clinton henceforth we debarre him Accesse unto our Chamber see it done Chest. The King commands you to give up your Key Vnto that Lord that neares you henceforth Sir You to his person are deny'd accesse But when the King commands Mar. Say to my Liege The proudest foe he hath were he an Emperor Should not have forc't the least of these from me But I acknowledge these and all I have To be sole his my life too which as willingly To please him I will send I thanke his Highnesse That sees so into my debility That he hath care to ease me of these loads That have opprest me long so Sir 't is done Come Lords now let 's be merry and drinke round After great tempests we a calme have found Aud. This Lord is of an unwonted constancy He entertaines his disgraces as merrily as a man dyes that is tickled to death King Cannot all this stirre his impatience up I 'le search his breast but I will finde his gaule Command him give his Staffe of Councell up We will bestow it elsewhere where we please Chest. The King would have you to forbeare the Councel And to give up your Staffe Mar. I shall turne man Kings cannot force to beare more than we can Chest. Sir are you moov'd Mar. Those that are wronged may speake My Lord I let you know my innocence And that my true and unstain'd Loyalty Deserves not this disgrace none ever bore Like eminence with me that hath discharg'd it With better zeale and conscience for my service Let my wounds witnesse I have some to shew That had I not my body interpos'd Had beene your skarres all my deserved honours You have bestow'd upon my enemies Ey such as have whole skinnes And never bled but for their ease and health You might with as much lustice take my life As seaze my honours howsoe're my Lord Give me free leave to speake but as I finde I ever have beene true you now unkind King Will you contest What have you Sir that is not held from us Or what can your owne vertue purchase you Without our grace Are not your fortunes favours And your revenewes ours where should they end But where they first began have we not power To give our owne or must we aske your counsell To grace where you appoint neede we a Guardian Or aime you at the place Mar. Oh my dread King It sorrows me that you misprize my love And with more freedome I could part with life Than with your Grace my offices alas They were my troubles but to want your favours That onely thus afflicts my loyall thoughts And makes me bold to tearme your Grace unkind King Sir we command you to abandon Court And take it as a favour that we now Not question of your life without reply Leave us Mar. I 'le leave the Court as I would leave my burden But from your Highnesse in this kind to part Is as my body should fortake my heart Exit King Shall we not be ourselfe or shall we brooke Competitors in reigne act what we doe By other mens appointment he being gone We are unrival'd wee 'le be sole or none Prince The Martiall 's gone in discontent my Liege King Pleas'd or not pleas'd if we be Englands King And mightiest in the Spheare in which we moove Wee 'le shine alone this Phaeton cast downe Wee 'le state us now midst of our best affected Our new created Martiall first lead on Whose Loyalty we now must build upon Exit Enter Captaine and Clowne Cap. Sir now attend me I 'le to the Ordinary And see if any of my ancient friends will take note of me Where 's the good man within Clown There 's none dwels here you may speak with the Master of the house if you will Enter the Host Crown Captaine Captaine I have descri'd an Host Cap. An Host where which way march they Clown Mine Host of the house see where he marches Cap. Here take my cloake what is 't not Dinner-time Are there no gallants come yet Host. Why Sir doe you meane to dine here to day Cap. Here doe I meane to cranch to munch to eate To feed and be fat my fine Cullapolis Host. 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 Cap. 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 Host. I would I were well rid of this ragge-muffin Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. How goes the day 2. Gent. It cannot yet be old because I see no more gallants come 1. Gent. Mine Host what 's here Host. A Tatterdemalean that stayes to sit at the Ordinary to day 2. Gent. Doest know him Host. I did when he was flush and had the Crownes but since he grew poore he is worne quite out of my remembrance He is a decay'd Captaine and his name is Bonvile 1. Gent. I would he would leave this place and ranke himselfe with his companions Enter two more 2. Gent. Morrow Gentlemen 3. Gent. The morning 's past 't is mid-day at the least 4. Gent. What is the roome so empty Host. And please your Worships Here 's more by one than it can well receive 3. Gent. What Tatter 's that that walkes there 4. Gent. If he will not leave the roome kicke him downe staires Cap. There 's ne're a silken outside in this company That dares present a foot to doe that office I 'le tosse that heele a yard above his head That offers but a spurne 1. Gent. Can we not be private Cap. I am a man like you perhaps well bred Nor want I coyne for harke my pockets chinke I keepe my man to attend me more perhaps Than some can doe that goe in costlier Silke Are you so fearefull of a ragged suite They were first paid for e're they were put on A man may question whether yours were so Who kicks first ha come have you minde to game I 'le cast or set at thus much will you card A rest for this no then let 's to dinner Come serve in meate 1. Gent. Mine Host prithee put this fellow out of the room
Which even the greatest Emperour need not scorne Honest to you if you be such my Liege A Virgins love I prostrate and a heart That wishes you all goodnesse with the duty Of a true subject and a noble father Then mighty Prince report your subject noble Since all those vertues you receive in me King Thou hast o'recome us all that thou hast tearm'd us Wee 'le strive to be and to make good those attributes Thou hast bestow'd upon us rise our Queene Thy vertue hath tooke off the threatning edge Of our intended hate though thou art ours Both by free gift and duty which we challenge As from a subject though our power could stretch To thy dishonour we proclaime thee freed And in this grace thy father we exceed Prince The King in this shews honour Princes still Should be the Lords of their owne appetites And cherish vertue King Have I your applause Bon. Your Highnesse shews both Royalty and Iudgment In your faire choice King Are your opinions so Aud. Farre be it mighty King we should distast Where you so well affect Princesse For grace and feature England affords not a more compleate Virgin Clin. Were she not the Martials daughter I 'd tearme her worthy for my Soveraignes Bride Chest. Ey that 's the griefe King This kisse then be the Seale Thou art our Queene and now art onely mine Isab. May I become your vassall and your Hand-maid Titles but equall to my humble birth But since your Grace a higher title daines Envy must needs obey where power compells Give expeditious order for the Rites Of these our present Nuptials which shall be Done with all State and due solemnity And Martiall in this businesse thou shall finde Thy selfe defective and not us unkind Enter servant Serv. Health to your Highnesse King Whence Ser. From my sad Master Your Martiall once now your dejected vassall And thus he bid me say If the King daine To grace my daughter with the stile of Queene To give you then this Casket which containes A double dower halfe of this mighty summe He out of his revenewes had afforded Had she bin match but to a Barons bed But since your Highnesse daines her for your Bride And his Alliance scornes not to disdaine He saith a double dower is due to you King He strives to exceed us still this emulation Begets our hate and questions him of life This Dower we take his Daughter entertaine But him we never shall receive to grace Beare not from us so much as love or thankes We onely strive in all our actions To be held peerelesse for our courtesie And Royall bounty which appeares the worse Since he a Subject would precede his Prince And did we not his Daughter dearely love Wee 'd send her backe with scorne and base neglect But her we love though him in heart despise Pay him that thanks for all his courtesies Serv. In this imployment I will strive to doe Th' office of a subject and of servant too King Since to that emulous Lord we have sent our hate Come to our Nuptials let 's passe on in state Exit Enter Captaine and Clowne Cap. The humours of Court Citty Campe and Country I have trac't and in them can finde no man but money all subscribe to this Motto Malo pecuniam viro Oh poverty thou are esteem'd a sinne worse than whoredome gluttony extortion or usury And earthy gold thou art preferr'd 'fore Heaven Let but a poore man in a thred-bare suite Or ragged as I am appeare at Court The fine-nos'd Courtiers will not sent him no They shunne the way as if they met the Pest Or if he have a suite it strikes them deafe They cannot heare of that side Clown Come to the Citty the Habberdasher will sooner call us block heads than blocke us come to the Sempsters unlesse we will give them money we cannot enter into their bands though we have the Law of our sides yet wee may walke through Burchin-lane and be non-suited come bare-foot to a Shooe-maker though he be a Constable he will not put us into his Stocks though the Girdler be my brother yet he will not let his leather imbrace me come to the Glover his gloves are either so little that I cannot plucke them on or so great that I cannot compasse And for the Campe there 's honour cut out of the whole peece but not a ragge of money Cap. The Contrey hath alliance with the rest my purpose is now I have so thorowly made proofe of the humours of men I will next assay the dispositions of women not of the choicest but of those whom wee call good wenches Clowne Pray Master if you goe to a house of good fellowship give me something to spend upon my Cockatrice if I have nothing about me I shall never get in Cap. Ther 's for you sirrah doth not the world wonder I should be so flush of money and so bare in cloaths the reason of this I shall give account for hereafter But to our purpose here they say dwels my Lady Bawdy-face here will we knock Enter Bawd Bawd Who 's there what would you have ha Cap. Sweet Lady we would enter nay by your leave Bawd Enter where here be no breaches for you to enter truely Cap. And yet we are souldiers and have venter'd upon as hot service as this place affords any Bawd Away you base companions we have no breaches for such tatter'd breeches we have no patches to suite with your ragges Cap. Nay pray give way Bawd Away you rogues doe you come to shake your ragges here doe you thinke we can vent our ware without money you rascals get you from my doore you beggerly companions or I 'le wash you hence with hot scalding water Clown Nay I warrant her wenches can afford her that at all times Bawd Doe I keepe house to entertaine Tatterdemaleans with a Poxe you will be gone Cap. We must forbeare the gallants are out of patience stand aside Enter two Gentlemen 1. Gent. I would faine goe in but I have spent all my mony 2. Gent. No matter they shall not know so much till we get in and then let me alone I 'le not out till I be fir'd out 1. Gent. Then let 's set a good face of the matter By your leave Lady Bawd You 're welcome Gentlemen 1. Gent. What fellows be yon Bawd Two poore souldiers that came for an almes and please you that stay for some reversions there 's none such come into my house I warrant you 2. Gent. Save you sweet Lady Bawd Where be those kitchinstuffes here shall we have no attendants shew these Gentlemen into a close roome with a standing bed in 't and a truckle too you are welcome Gentlemen Cap. 'T is generall thorow the world each state esteemes A man not what he is but what he seemes The purest flesh rag'd can no entrance have But It'ch and all disease if it come brave Wide open stand the gates of lust and