The Coronation Triumph (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 2 of 4
Jonson, Ben · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [Mar 15] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 509 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
(Glad, that this day so long denied, is viewed) I tender thee the heartiest welcome, yet That ever King had to his c empire's seat: Never came man, more longed for, more desired: And being come, more reverenced, loved, admired: Hear, and record it: In a Prince it is No little virtue, to know who are his. With like devotions, do I stoop t'embrace This springing glory of thy d Godlike race; His country's Wonder, Hope, Love, Ioy and Pride: How well doth he become the royal side Of this erected, and broad spreading Tree, Under whose shade, may Britain ever be. And from this branch, may thousand branches more Shoot o'er the Main, and knit with every shore In bonds of Marriage, Kindred, and Increase; And style this Land, the a Navel of their peace. This is your servants wish, your cities vow, Which still shall propagate itself, with you; And free from spurs of Hope, that slow minds move: He seeks no hire, that owes his life to Love. And here she comes that is no less a part In this days greatness, then in my glad heart. Glory of Queens, and b Glory of your Name, Whose Graces do as far outspeak your Fame, As Fame doth silence, when her Trumpet rings You c Daughter, Sister, Wife of several Kings: Besides Alliance, and the style of Mother, In which one Title you drown all your other. Instance, be d that fair shoot, is gone before Your eldest joy, and top of all your store, With those, whose sight to us is yet denied, But not our zeal to them, or ought beside This City can to you: For whose estate She hopes you will be still good Advocate To her best Lord. So, whilst you mortal are, No taste of sour mortality once dare Approach your house; nor Fortune greet your Grace But coming on, and with a forward face. STay, what art thou, that in this strange attire, darest kindle stranger, and unhallowed fire Upon this Altar? Rather what art thou That darest so rudely interrupt my vow? My habit speaks my name. A flamen? Yes, And a Martialis called. I so did guess By my short view, but whence didst thou ascend Hither? or how? or to what mystic end? The noise, and present tumult of this Day, roused me from sleep, and silence, where I lay Obscured from light; which when I waked to see, I wondering thought what this great pomp might be. When (looking in my Calendar) I found The b Ides of Marche were entered, and I bound With these, to celebrate the Genial feast Of c ANNA styled PERENNA, d MARS his guest; Who, in this month of his, is yearly called To banquet at his Altars; and installed; A Goddess with him, since she fills the Year, And f knits the oblique scarf that girts the sphere. Whilst four faced JANUS turns his g vernal look Upon their meeting hours, as if he took. High pride and pleasure.
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(Glad, that this day so long deny'd, is viewd) I tender thee the heartiest welcome, yet That euer King had to his Empires seate: Neuer came man, more long'd for, more desir'd: And being come, more reuerenc'd, lou'd, admir'd: Heare, and record it: In a Prince it is No little vertue, to know who are his. With like deuotions, doe I stoope t'embrace This springing glory of thy Godlike race; His Countries Wonder, Hope, Loue, Ioy and Pride: How well dooth he become the royall side Of this erected, and broade spreading Tree, Vnder whose shade, may Brittane euer be. And from this branch, may thousand branches more Shoote or'e the Maine, and knit with euery shore In onds of Marriage, Kinred, and Increase; And stile this Land, the Nauill of their peace. This is your Seruants wish, your Citties vow, Which still shall propagate it selfe, with you; And free from spurres of Hope, that slow mindes moue: He seekes no hire, that owes his life to Loue. And heere she comes that is no lesse a part In this dayes greatnesse, then in my glad heart. Glory of Queenes, and Glory of your Name, Whose Graces doe as farre out-speake your Fame, As Fame doth silence, when her Trumpet rings You Daughter, Sister, Wife of seuerall Kings: Besides Alliance, and the stile of Mother, In which one Title you drowne all your other. Instance, be that faire shoote, is gone before Your eldest Ioy, and top of all your store, With those, whose sight to vs is yet deni'd, But not our zeale to them, or ought beside This Citty can to you: For whose estate Shee hopes you will be still good Aduocate To her best Lord. So, whilst you mortall are, No taste of sower mortalitie once dare Approach your house; nor Fortune greete your Grace But comming on, and with a forward face. STay, what art thou, that in this strange attire, Darst kindle stranger, and vnhallowed fire Vpon this Altar? Rather what art thou That darst so rudely interrupt my vowe? My habit speakes my name. A Flamin? Yes, And Martialis calld. I so did gesse By my short view, but whence didst thou ascend Hither? or how? or to what mistick end? The noise, and present tumult of this Day, Rowsd me from sleepe, and silence, where I lay Obscur'd from light; which when I wakt to see, I wondring thought what this great pompe might be. When (looking in my Kalender) I found The Ides of Marche were entred, and I bound With these, to celebrate the Geniall feast Of ANNA stil'd PERENNA, MARS his guest; Who, in this Moneth of his, is yearly call'd To banquet at his Altars; and in stald; A Goddesse with him, since shee filles the Yeare, And knits the oblique scarfe that girts the spheare. Whilest foure fac't IANVS turnes his vernall looke Vpon their meeting howers, as if he tooke. High pride and pleasure.