The Magnificent Entertainment Given to King James (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 1 of 5
Dekker, Thomas / Jonson, Ben / Middleton, Thomas / Ruytinck, Simon / Cool, Jacob / Thorius, Raphael · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [Mar 15] (Annals) pageant; civic play; entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 539 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
STay: we conjure you, by that Potent Name, of which each Letter's (now) a triple charm: Stay; and deliver us, of whence you are, And why you bear (alone) th'ostent of War, When all hands else rear Olive boughs and Palm: And Halcyonean days assure all's calm. When every tongue speaks Music: when each Pen (Dulled and dyde black in Gall) is white again, And dipped in Nectar, which by Delphic fire Being heated, melts into an Orphean-quire. When Troy's proud buildings show like Fairie-bowers, And Streets (like Gardens) are perfumed with Flowers: And Windows glazde only with wondering eyes; (In a Kings look such admiration lies!) And when soft handed Peace, so sweetly thrives, That Bees in Soldiers Helmets build their Hives: When loy a-tiptoe stands on Fortune's Wheel, In silken Robes: How dare you shine in Steel? Lady, What are you that so question us? I Am the places Genius, whence now springs A Vine, whose youngest Branch shall produce Kings: This little world of men; this precious Stone, That sets out Europe: this (the glass alone,) Where the neat Sun each Morn himself attires, And gilds it with his repercussive fires. This jewel of the Land; England's right Eye: Altar of Love; and Sphere of Majesty: Green Neptune's Minion, bout whose Virgin-waste, Isis is like a Crystal girdle cast. Of this are we the Genius; here have I, Slept (by the favour of a Deity) Fortie-foure Summers and as many Springs, Not frighted with the threats of foreign Kings. But held up in that gowned State I have, By twice twelve-fathers politic and grave: Who with a sheathed Sword, and silken Law, Do keep (within weak Walls) Millions in awe. I charge you therefore say, for what you come? What are you? Knights at Arms. Saint George. Saint Andrew For Scotland's honour I. For England's I Both sworn into a League of Unity. I Clap my hands for joy, and seat you both Next to my heart: In leaves of purest gold, This most auspicious love shall be enrolled. Be joined to us: And as to earth we bow, So, to those royal feet, bend your steeled brow. In name of all these Senators, (on whom Virtue builds more, than these of antic Rome) Shouting a cheerful welcome: Since no clime, Nor Age that has gone o'er the head of Time, Dide're cast up such joys, nor the like Sum (But here) shall stand in the world, years to come, Dread King, our hearts make good, what words do want, To bid thee boldly enter Troynovant. Rerum certa salus, Terrarum gloria Caesar! Sospite quo, magnos credimus esse Deos: Dilexere prius pueri, juvenesque senelque, At nunc Infantes te quoque Caesar amant. Qvae tot Sceptra tenes forti, Rex maxim, dextra, Provida Mens summi Numinis illa dedit, Aspice ridentem per gaudia Plebis Olympum. Reddentem et plausus ad sua verba suos, Tantus honos paucis, primi post secula mundi Obtigit, et paucis, tantum unus incubuit, Nam Regere imperijs populum faelicibus unum, Arduares, magnis res tamen apta viris. At non unanimes nutu compescere gentes, Non homines pensum, sed labor ille Dei, Ille ideò ingentes qui temperet orbis habenas, Adiungit longas ad tua fraena manus. Et menti de mente sua praelucet, et Artem
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STay: wee coniure you, by that Potent Name, of which each Letter's (now) a triple charme: Stay; and deliuer vs, of whence you are, And why you beare (alone) th'osent of Warre, When all hands else reare Oliue boughs and Palme: And Halcyonean dayes assure all's calme. When euery tongue speakes Musick: when each Pen (Dul'd and dyde blacke in Galle) is white agen, And dipt in Nectar, which by Delphick fire Being heated, melts into an Orphean-quire. When Troyes proud buildings shew like Fairie-bowers, And Streets (like Gardens) are perfum'd with Flowers: And Windowes glazde onely with wondring eyes; (In a Kings looke such admiration lyes!) And when soft handed Peace, so sweetly thriues, That Bees in Souldiers Helmets build their Hiues: When loy a tip-toe stands on Fortunes Wheele, In silken Robes: How dare you shine in Steele? Ladie, What are you that so question vs? I Am the places Genius, whence now springs A Vine, whose yongest Braunch shall produce Kings: This little world of men; this precious Stone, That sets out Europe: this (the glasse alone,) Where the neat Sunne each Morne him selfe attires, And gildes it with his repercussiue fires. This Iewell of the Land; Englands right Eye: Altar of Loue; and Spheare of Maiestie: Greene Neptunes Minion, bou't whose Virgin-waste, Isis is like a Cristall girdle cast. Of this are we the Genius; here haue I, Slept (by the fauour of a Deity) Fortie-foure Summers and as many Springs, Not frighted with the threats of forraine Kings. But held vp in that gowned State I haue, By twice Twelue-Fathers politique and graue: Who with a sheathed Sword, and silken Law, Do keepe (within weake Walles) Millions in awe. I charge you therefore say, for what you come? What are you? Knights at Armes. Saint George. Saint Andrew For Scotlands honour I. For Englands I Both sworne into a League of Vnitie. I Clap my hands for Ioy, and seate you both Next to my heart: In leaues of purest golde, This most auspicious loue shall be enrold. Be ioynde to vs: And as to earth we bowe, So, to those royall feet, bend your steelde brow. In name of all these Senators, (on whom Vertue builds more, then these of Antique Rome) Shouting a cheerefull welcome: Since no clyme, Nor Age that has gon or'e the head of Time, Dide're cast vp such Ioyes, nor the like Summe (But here) shall stand in the world, yeares to come, Dread King, our hearts make good, what words do want, To bid thee boldly enter Troynouant. Rerum certa salus, Terrarum gloria Caesar! Sospite quo, magnos credimus esse Deos: Dilexere priùs pueri, Iuvenesque senelque, At nunc Infantes te quoque Caesar amant. Qvae tot Sceptra tenes forti, Rex maxime, dextra, Prouida Mens summi Numinis illa dedit, Aspice ridentem per gaudia Plebis Olympum. Reddentem et plausus ad sua verba suos, Tantus honos paucis, primi post secula mundi Obtigit, et paucis, tantum vnus incubuit, Nam Regere imperijs populum faelicibus vnum, Arduares, magnis res tamen apta viris. At non vnanimes nutu compescere gentes, Non homines pensum, sed labor ille Dei, Ille ideò ingentes qui temperet orbis habenas, Adiungit longas ad tua fraena manus. Et menti de mente sua praelucet, et Artem▪