Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

The Entertainment at Norwich (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth) · chunk 9 of 15

Garter, Bernard / Goldingham, William · published 1578 · first performed or written 1578 [Aug] (Annals)
entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court
unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 453 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.

The good meaning Maior, and all his brethren, with the rest, have not rested from praying unto the Gods to prosper thy coming hither, and the Gods themselves moved by their unfeigned prayers, are ready in person to bid thee worthily welcome, and I MERCVRIE the God of Merchants and Merchandise, and therefore a favourer of these Citizens, being thought meetest and chosen fittest to signify the same. Gods there be also which cannot come, being tied by the time of the year, as CERES in Harvest, BACCHUS in Wines, POMENA in Orchards. Only HIMINEUS denieth his good will, either in presence, or in person: notwithstanding, DIANA hath so counterchecked him therefore, as he shall ever hereafter be at your commandment. For my part, as I am a rejoicer at your coming, so am I a furtherer of your welcome hither, and for this time I bid you farewell. Fear not oh Queen, thou art beloved so, As Subjects true, will truly thee defend: Fear not my power to overthrow thy woe, I am the God that can each miss amend. Thou dost know, great JUPITER am I, That gave thee first thy happy Sovereignty. I give thee still, as ever thou hast had, A peerless power, unto thy dying day: I give thee rule to overcome the bad, And love, to love thy loving Subjects aye. I give thee here this small and slender wand, To show, thou shalt in quiet rule the Land. IS JUNO rich? no sure she is not so She wants that wealth, that is not wanting here, Thy good gets thee friends, my wealth wins many a foe, My riches rusts, thine shine passing clear. Thou art beloved of Subjects far and nigh, Which is such wealth as money cannot buy. Farewell fair Queen, I cannot give thee aught, Nor take away thy good that is so bound: Thou canst not give, that I so long have sought, Ne can I hold the riches thou hast found. Yet take this gift, though poor I seem to be, That thou thyself shalt never poorer be. WHere force doth fiercely seek to foster wrong, There MARS doth make him make a quick recoil, Nor can endure that he should harbour long, Where naughty wights manure in goodly soil, This is the use that aids the force of War, That MARS doth mend, that force doth seek to mar. And though oh Queen thou be'st a Prince of peace, Yet shalt thou have me fastly sure at need: The storms of strife, and blustering broils to cease, Which foreign foes, or faithless friends may breed. To conquer, kill, to vanquish and subdue, Such feigned folk, as loves to live untrue.
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Metadata, position in the edition, topic in the other seeds
PlayThe Entertainment at Norwich (Royal Entry of Queen Elizabeth)
AuthorGarter, Bernard / Goldingham, William
Publication year (edition)1578
First performance / composition (Annals)1578 [Aug]
First performance (BritDrama)1578 [Aug 16]
Theaterbefore the Court;
Genre (British Drama)entertainment; royal entertainment or entry
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 126 · TCP A01506 · DEEP 104
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 224–260 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 9 of 15 in this edition
Length453 words · 601 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T12 — Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and Mars at 0.817
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
The good meaning Maior, and al his brethren, with the reste, haue not rested from praying vnto the Gods to prosper thy comming hither, and the Gods themselues moued by their vnfained prayers, are ready in person to bid thee worthily welcome, and I MERCVRIE the God of Merchantes and Merchandize, and therefore a fauourer of these Citizens, being thoughte meetest and chosen fittest to signifie the same. Gods there be also which cannot come, being tyed by the tyme of the yeare, as CERES in Haruest, BACCHVS in Wines, POMENA in Orchardes. Onely HIMINEVS denyeth his good wil, eyther in presence, or in person: notwithstanding, DIANA hath so countrechecked him therefore, as he shall euer hereafter be at your commaundement. For my part, as I am a reioycer at your comming, so am I a furtherer of your welcome hither, and for this tyme I bid you farewell. FEare not oh Queene, thou arte beloued so, As Subiectes true, will truely thee defende: Feare not my power to ouerthrow thy wo, I am the God that can eche misse amende. Thou doest know, great IVPITER am I, That gaue thee fyrst thy happy Soueraigntie. I giue thee still, as euer thou haste had, A peerelesse power, vnto thy dying daye: I giue thee rule to ouercome the bad, And loue, to loue thy louing Subiectes aye. I giue thee heere this small and slender wande, To shew, thou shalt in quyet rule the Lande. IS IVNO rich? no sure she is not so She wantes that wealth, that is not wanting heere, Thy good gets thee friendes, my welth wins many a foe, My riches rustes, thyne shyne passing cleere. Thou art beloued of Subiectes farre and nye, Which is such wealth as money cannot bye. Farewell fayre Queene, I cannot giue thee aught, Nor take away thy good that is so bound: Thou canst not giue, that I so long haue sought, Ne can I hold the riches thou hast found. Yet take this gifte, though poore I seeme to be, That thou thy selfe shalt neuer poorer be. VVHere force doth fiercely seeke to foster wrong, There MARS doth make him make a quick recoyle, Nor can indure that he should harbour long, Where naughty wights manure in goodly soyle, This is the vse that aydes the force of Warre, That MARS doth mend, that force doth seeke to marre. And though oh Queene thou beest a Prince of peace, Yet shalt thou haue me fastly sure at neede: The stormes of stryfe, and blustering broyles to cease, Which forraigne foes, or faythlesse friendes may breede. To conquer, kill, to vanquish and subdue, Such fayned folke, as loues to liue vntrue.