The Magnificent Entertainment Given to King James (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 3 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 T53 The crown: kingship claimed, resigned an · 549 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T53: crown, king, state, life, lord, lords, live, queen, tullia, prince.
Troynovant is now a Summer Arbour, or the nest wherein doth harbour, The Eagle, of all birds that fly, The Sovereign, for his piercing eye, If you wisely mark, 'tis beside a Park, Where runs (being newly borne) With the fierce Lion, the fair Unicorn, or else it is a wedding Hall, Where four great Kingdoms hold a Festival. Troynovant is now a Bridal Chamber, whose roof is gold, floor is of Amber, By virtue of that holy light, That burns in Hymen's hand, more bright, Than the silver Moon, or the Torch of Noon, Hark what the Echoes say! Britain till now near kept a Holiday: for love dwells here: And 'tis no pity, If Troynovant be now no more a City. High Imperial Majesty, it is not yet a year in days since with acclamation of the People, Citizens, and Nobles, auspiciously here at this Cross was proclaimed your true succession to the Crown. If then it was joyous with Hats, hands, and hearts, lift up to heaven to cry King Iames, what is it now to see King Iames? Come therefore O worthiest of Kings as a glorious Bridegroom through your Royal chamber: But to come near, Adest quem querimus. Twenty and more are the Sovereigns we have served since our conquest, but Conqueror of hearts it is you and your Posterity, that we have vowed to love and wish to serve whilst London is a City. In pledge whereof my Lord Maior, the Aldermen, and Commons of this City, wishing a golden Reign unto you, present your Greatness with a little cup of gold. Stay Syluans, and let the loudest voice of Music proclaim it (even as high as Heaven) that he is come. Most happy Prince, pardon me, that being mean in habit, and wild in appearance, (for my richest livery is but leaves, and my stateliest dwelling but in the woods,) thus rudely with piping Syluanes. I presume to intercept your royal passage. These are my walks: yet stand I here, not to cut off your way, but to give it a full and a bounteous welcome, being a Messenger sent from the Lady Eirene my Mistress, to deliver an errand to the best of all these Worthies, your royal self. Many Kingdoms hath the Lady sought out to abide in, but from them all, hath she been most churlishly banished: not that her beauty did deserve such unkindness, but that (like the eye of Heaven) hers were too bright, and there were no Eagles breeding in those nests, that could truly behold them. At last here she arrived, Destiny subscribing to this Warrant, that none but this Land should be her Inheritance. In contempt of which happiness, Envy shoots his empoisoned stings at her heart, but his Adders (being charmed) turn their dangerous heads upon his own bosom. Those that dwell far off, pine away with vexing to see her prosper, because all the acquaintauce which they have of her, is this, that they know there is such a goodly Creature as Eirene, in the world, yet her face they know not: whilst all those that here sleep under the warmth of her wings, adore her by the sacred & Celestial name of Peace, for number being (as her blessings are) infinite.
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Troynouant is now a Sommer Arbour, or the nest wherein doth harbour, The Eagle, of all birds that flie, The Soueraigne, for his piercing eie, If you wisely marke, Tis besides a Parke, Where runnes (being newly borne) With the fierce Lyon, the faire Vnicorne, or else it is a wedding Hall, Where foure great Kingdomes holde a Festiuall. Troynouant is now a Bridall Chamber, whose roofe is gold, floore is of Amber, By vertue of that holy light, That burnes in Hymens hand, more bright, Than the siluer Moone, or the Torch of Noone, Harke what the Ecchoes say! Brittaine till now nere kept a Holiday: for loue dwels heere: And tis no pittie, If Troynouant be now no more a Cittie. High Imperiall Maiestie, it is not yet a yeere in dayes since with acclamation of the People, Citizens, and Nobles, auspitiouslie heere at this Crosse was proclaimed your true succession to the Crowne. If then it was ioyous with Hats, hands, and hearts, lift vp to heauen to crie King Iames, what is it now to see King Iames? Come therefore O worthiest of Kings as a glorious Bridegroome through your Royall chamber: But to come neere, Adest quem querimus. Twentie and more are the Soueraignes wee haue serued since our conquest, but Conquerour of hearts it is you and your Posteritie, that we haue vowed to loue and wish to serue whilst London is a Citie. In pledge whereof my Lord Maior, the Aldermen, and Commons of this Citie, wishing a golden Reigne vnto you, present your Greatnes with a little cup of gold. Stay Syluans, and let the loudest voyce of Musicke proclayme it (euen as high as Heauen) that he is come. Most happie Prince, pardon me, that being meane in habite, and wilde in apparance, (for my richest liuorie is but leaues, and my stateliest dwelling but in the woodes,) thus rudely with piping Syluanes. I presume to intercept your royall passage. These are my walkes: yet stand I heere, not to cut off your way, but to giue it a full and a bounteous welcome, beeing a Messenger sent from the Lady Eirene my Mistresse, to deliuer an errand to the best of all these Worthies, your royall selfe. Many Kingdomes hath the Lady sought out to abide in, but from them all, hath shee beene most churlishly banished: not that her beautie did deserue such vnkindnes, but that (like the eye of Heauen) hers were too bright, and there were no Eagles breeding in those nests, that could truly beholde them. At last heere she ariued, Destinie subscribing to this Warrant, that none but this Land should be her Inheritance. In contempt of which happines, Enuie shootes his impoisoned stings at her heart, but his Adders (being charmed) turne their daungerous heads vpon his owne bosome. Those that dwell far off, pine away with vexing to see her prosper, because all the acquaintauce which they haue of her, is this, that they know there is such a goodly Creature as Eirene, in the world, yet her face they know not: whilst all those that heere sleepe vnder the warmth of her wings, adore her by the sacred & Coelestiall name of Peace, for number being (as her blessings are) infinite.