The Magnificent Entertainment Given to King James (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 4 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 · 526 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
Her daughter Euporia (well known by the name of Plenty, is at this present with her, (being indeed never from her side) under yonder Arbour they sit, which after the daughter's name is called, Hortus Euporiae (Plenties Bower:) chaste are they both, and both maidens in memory of a Virgin, to whom they were nurse children: for whose sake (because they were bound to her for their life,) me, have they charged to lay at your imperial feet, (being your hereditary due) the tribute of their love: And with it thus to say. That they have languished many heavy months for your presence, which to them would have been, (& proud they are that it shall be so now,) of the same operation and influence, that the Sun is to the spring, and the spring to the earth: hearing therefore what treble preferment you have bestowed upon this day, wherein besides the beams of a glorious Sun, two other clear and gracious stars shine cheerfully on these her homely buildings: Into which (because no duty should be wanting) she hath given leave even to Strangers, to be Sharers in her happiness, by suffering them to bid you likewise welcome. By me (once hers now your vassal,) she entreats, and with a knee sinking lower than the ground on which you tread, do I humbly execute her pleasure, that ere you pass further, you would deign to walk into yonder Garden: the Hesperides live not there but the Muses, and the Muses no longer than under your protection. Thus far am I sent to conduct you thither, prostrately begging this grace, (since I dare not, as being unworthy, lackey by your royal side) in that yet these my green Followers and myself may be joyful forerunners of your expected approach, away Sylvanus. Shine Titan shine. Let thy sharp rays be hurled Not on this under world, For now 'tis none of thine. No, no 'tis none of thine. But in that sphere, Where what thine arms enfold, Turns all to burnished gold, Spend thy guilt arrows there, Do, do, shoot only there. Earth needs thee not: Her childbed days are done, And She another Sun, Fair as thyself has got. A new new Sun is got. O this is had! Whose new beams make our Spring, Men glad and birds to Sing, Hymns of praise, joy, and glee. Sing, Sing, O this is he! That in the North First rising: shun (so far) Bright as the morning Star, At his gay coming forth. See, see, he now comes forth. How soon joys vary? Here staid had still! O then Happy both place and men, But here had list not tarry. O grief! had list not tarry. No, no, his beams, Must equal divide, Their heat to Orbs beside, Like nourishing silver streams. joys slide away like streams. Yet in this lies Sweet hope: how far soever, He bides, no clouds can sever, His glory from our eyes. Dry, dry, your weeping eyes. And make heaven ring, His welcomes shouted loudly, For Heaven itself looks proudly, That earth has such a King. Earth has not such a King.
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Her daughter Euporia (well knowne by the name of Plentie, is at this present with her, (being indeede neuer from her side) vnder yonder Arbour they sit, which after the daughters name is called, Hortus Euporiae (Plenties Bower:) Chast are they both, and both maydens in memorie of a Virgine, to whom they were nurse children: for whose sake (because they were bound to her for their life,) mee, haue they charged to lay at your imperiall feete, (being your hereditarie due) the tribute of their loue: And with it thus to say. That they haue languished many heauie moneths for your presence, which to them would haue beene, (& proud they are that it shall be so now,) of the same operation and influence, that the Sunne is to the spring, and the spring to the earth: hearing therefore what trebble preferment you haue bestowed vpon this day, wherein besides the beames of a glorious Sunne, two other cleare and gracious starres shine cheerefullie on these her homely buildings: Into which (because no dutie should bee wanting) shee hath giuen leaue euen to Strangers, to bee Sharers in her happines, by suffering them to bid you likewise welcome. By mee (once hers now your vassaile,) shee entreates, and with a knee sinking lower than the ground on which you tread, doo I humbly execute her pleasure, that ere you passe further, you would deigne to walke into yonder Garden: the Hesperides liue not there but the Muses, and the Muses no longer than vnder your protection. Thus farre am I sent to conduct you thither, prostrately begging this grace, (since I dare not, as beeing vnwoorthie, lackey by your royall side) in that yet these my greene Followers and my selfe may bee ioyfull fore-runners of your expected approch, away Syluanus. Shine Titan shine. Let thy sharpe raies be hurld Not on this vnder world, For now tis none of thine. No, no tis none of thine. But in that spheare, Where what thine armes infolde, Turnes all to burnisht gold, Spend thy guilt arrowes there, Doe, doe, shoote onelie there. Earth needes thee not: Her childbed daies are done, And Shee another Sunne, Faire as thy selfe has got. A new new Sunne is got. O this is had! Whose new beames make our Spring, Men glad and birdes to Sing, Hymnes of praise, ioy, and glee. Sing, Sing, O this is hee! That in the North First rizing: shonne (so far) Bright as the morning Starre, At his gaie comming forth. See, see, he now comes forth. How soone ioies varie? Here staide had still! O then Happie both place and men, But here had list not tarrie. O griefe! had list not tarrie. No, no, his beames, Must equall deuide, Their heate to Orbes beside, Like nourishing siluer streames. Ioies slide awaie like streames. Yet in this lies Sweete hope: how far soeuer, Hee bides, no cloudes can seuer, His glorie from our eyes. Drie, drie, your weeping eies. And make heauen ring, His welcomes showted loudelie, For Heauen it selfe lookes proudly, That earth has such a King. Earth has not such a King.