The Magnificent Entertainment Given to King James (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 2 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 T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.78 · 533 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Regnandi, regnum qui dedit illa, docet. Crescentes varijs Cumulat virtutibus annos, Quas inter pietas, culmina summa tenet. Hac proavos reddis patriae, qui barbara Gentis Flexêre inducto Namine, corda ferae. Hac animos tractas rigidos, subigisque rebels, Et leave persuades quod trahis ipse jugum, Illi fida comes terram indignata profanam, Aut nunc te tanto Regereversa Themis. Assidat et robusta soror, ingentibus ausis Pro populo carum tradere prompta caput. Quin et Regis amor, musae et dilectus Apollo, Regali gaudent subdere plectra manu. Aurea et ubertas solerti nata labour, Exhibet aggestas Ruris et vrbis opes. Sunt haec dona Poli, certa quae prodita fama Miratum vt veniat, venit uterque polus, Venimus et Belgae, patrijs Gens exul ab oris Quosfovit tenero matter Eliza sinu. Matri sacratum, Patri duplicamus amorem, Poscimus et simili posse fauore frui. Sic Deum Panthaeci tibi proferat alitis aewm, Sceptra per junumeros qui tibi tradit Auos, Sic Regina tua pars altera, et altera proles, Spes populi longum det, capiatque decus. Turn into Ice mine eyeballs, whilst the sound Flying through this brazen trump, may back rebound To stop Fame's hundred tongues, leaving them mute, As in an untouched Bell, or stringless Lute, For virtues Fount, which late ran deep and clear, Dry, and melts all her body to a tear. You Graces! and you hours that each day run On the quick errands of the golden Sun, O say! to virtues Fount what has befell, That thus her veins shrink up. We cannot tell. Behold the five-folde guard of Sense which keeps The sacred stream, sit drooping: near them sleep Two horrid Monsters: Fame! summon each Sense, To tell the cause of this strange accidence. Great Monarch of the West, whose glorious Stem, Doth now support a triple Diadem, Weighing more than that of thy grand Grandsire Brute, Thou that mayst make a King thy substitute, And dost besides the Red-rose and the white, With the rich flower of France thy garland dight, Wearing above Kings now, or those of old, A double Crown of Laurel and of gold, O let my voice pass through thy royal ear, And whisper thus much, that we figure here, A new Arabia, in whose spiced nest A Phoenix lived and died in the suns breast, Her loss, made sight, in tears to drown her eyes, The Ear grew deaf, Tastelike a sick-man lies, Finding no relish: every other Sense, Forgot his office, worth and excellence, Whereby this Fount of Virtue 'gan to freeze, Threatened to be drunk by two enemies, Snaky Detraction, and Oblivion, But at thy glorious presence, both are gone, Thou being that sacred Phoenix, that dost rise, From th'ashes of the first: Beams from thine eyes So virtually shining, that they bring, To England's new Arabia, a new Spring: For joy whereof, Nymphs, Senses, Hours, & Fame, Echo loud Hymns to his imperial name. Troynovant is now no more a City: O great pity! is't not pity? And yet her Towers on tiptoe stand, Like Pageants built on Fairy land, And her Marble arms, Like to Magic charms, bind thousands fast unto her, That for her wealth & beauty daily woo her, yet for all this, is't not pity? Troynovant is now no more a City.
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Regnandi, regnum qui dedit illa, docet. Crescentes varijs Cumulat virtutibus annos, Quas inter pietas, culmina summa tenet. Hac proauos reddis patriae, qui barbara Genti Flexêre inducto Namine, corda ferae. Hac animos tractas rigidos, subigis que rebelles, Et leue persuades quod trahis ipse iugum, Illi fida comes terram indignata profanam, Aut nunc te tanto Regereuersa Themis. Assidat et robusta soror, ingentibus ausis Pro populo carum tradere prompta caput. Quin et Regis amor, musae et dilectus Apollo, Regali gaudent subdere plectra manu. Aurea et vbertas solerti nata labore, Exhibet aggestas Ruris et vrbis opes. Sunt haec dona Poli, certa quae prodita fama Miratum vt veniat, venit vter que polus, Venimus et Belgae, patrijs Gens exul ab oris Quosfouit tenero matter Eliza sinu. Matri sacratum, Patri duplicamus amorem, Poscimus et simili posse fauore frui. Sic Deum Panthaeci tibi proferat alitis aeuum, Sceptra per Iunumeros qui tibi tradit Auos, Sic Regina tua pars altera, et altera proles, Spes populi longum det, capiat que decus. Turne into Ice mine eye-balls, whilst the sound Flying through this brazen trump, may back rebound To stop Fames hundred tongues, leauing them mute, As in an vntoucht Bell, or stringlesse Lute, For Vertues Fount, which late ran deepe and cleare, Drie, and melts all her body to a teare. You Graces! and you houres that each day runne On the quicke errands of the golden Sunne, O say! to Vertues Fount what has befell, That thus her veines shrinke vp. Wee cannot tell. Behold the fiue-folde guard of Sence which keepes The sacred streame, sit drooping: neere them sleepe Two horred Monsters: Fame! summon each Sence, To tell the cause of this strange accidence. Great Monarch of the West, whose glorious Stem, Doth now support a triple Diadem, Weying more thā that of thy grand Grandsire Brute, Thou that maist make a King thy substitute, And doest besides the Red-rose and the white, With the rich flower of France thy garland dight, Wearing aboue Kings now, or those of olde, A double Crowne of Lawrell and of gold, O let my voyce passe through thy royall eare, And whisper thus much, that we figure here, A new Arabia, in whose spiced nest A Phoenix liu'd and died in the Sunnes brest, Her losse, made sight, in teares to drowne her eyes, The Eare grew deafe, Tastelike a sick-man lyes, Finding no rellish: euery other Sence, Forgat his office, worth and excellence, Whereby this Fount of Vertue gan to freeze, Threatned to be drunke by two enemies, Snakie Detraction, and Obliuion, But at thy glorious presence, both are gone, Thou being that sacred Phoenix, that doest rise, From th'ashes of the first: Beames from thine eyes So vertually shining, that they bring, To Englands new Arabia, a new Spring: For ioy whereof, Nimphes, Sences, Houres, & Fame, Eccho loud Hymnes to his imperiall name. Troynouant is now no more a Citie: O great pittie! is't not pittie? And yet her Towers on tiptoe stand, Like Pageants built on Fairie land, And her Marble armes, Like to Magicke charmes, binde thousands fast vnto her, That for her wealth & beauty daily wooe her, yet for all this, is't not pittie? Troynouant is now no more a Cittie.