The Magnificent Entertainment Given to King James (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 5 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 · 576 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T12: iupiter, saturn, iuno, venus, gods, mars, earth, titan, love, fair.
THe populous Globe of this our English I'll, Seemed to move backward, at the funeral pile, Of her dead female Majesty. All states From Nobles down to spirits of meaner Fares, Moved opposite to Nature and to Peace, As if these men had been Th' Antipodes, But see, the virtue of a Regal eye, Th'attractive wonder of man's Majesty, Our Globe is drawn in a right line again, And now appear new faces, and new men. The Elements, Earth, Water, Air, and Fire, (Which ever clipped a natural desire, To combat each with other, being at first,) Created enemies to fight their worst, See at the peaceful presence of their King, How quietly they moved, without their sting: Earth not devouring, Fire not defacing, Waternot drowning, & the Air not chasing: But proping the quaint Fabric that here stands, Without the violence of their wrathful hands. Mirror of times, lo where thy fortune sits, Above the world, and all our humane wits, But thy high Virtue above that: what pen, Or Art, or brain can reach thy virtue then? At whose immortal brightness and true light, envies infectious eyes have lost their sight, Her snakes (not daring to shoot-forth their stings 'Gainst such a glorious object) down she flings Their forks of Venom into her own maw, Whilst her rank teeth the glittering poisons chaw, For 'tis the property of envies blood, To dry away at every kingdoms good, Especially when she had eyes to view, These four main virtues figured all in you, justice in causes, Fortitude gainstfoes, Temperance in spleen, and Prudence in all those, And then so rich an Empire, whose fair breast, Contains four Kingdoms by your entrance blessed By Brute divided, but by you alone, All are again united and made One, Whose fruitful glories shine so far and even, They touch not only earth, but they kiss heaven, From whence Astraea is descended hither, Who with our last Queen's Spirit, fled up thither, Foreknowing on the earth, she could not rest, Till you had locked her in your rightful breast. And therefore all Estates, whose proper Arts, Live by the breath of Majesty, had hearts Burning in holy Zeals immaculate fires, With quenchless ardours, and unstained desires, To see what they now see, your powerful Grace, Reflecting joys on every subject's face: These painted flames and yellow burning Stripes, Upon this robe, being but as shows and types, Of that great Zeal. And therefore in the name Of this glad City, whither no Prince ever came, More loved, more longed for, lowly I entreat, You'd be to her as gracious as you're great: So with reverberate shouts our Globe shall ring, The Musics close being thus: God save our King. Where are all these Honours owing? Why are seas of people flowing? Tell me, tell me Rumour, Though it be thy Humour More often to be lying, Than from thy breath to have truth flying: Yet alter, now that fashion, And without the stream of passion, Let thy voice swim smooth and clear, When words want gilding, than they are most dear Behold where Ioue and all the States, Of Heaven, through Heavens seven silver gates, All in glory riding (Backs of Clouds bestriding) The milky way do cover, With starry Path being measured over, The Deities convent, In Ioues high Court of Parliament. Rumour thou dost lose thine aims, This is not Ioue, but One, as great, King JAMES.
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THe populous Globe of this our English Ile, Seemde to mooue backward, at the funerall pile, Of her dead female Maiestie. All states From Nobles downe to spirits of meaner Fares, Mooude opposite to Nature and to Peace, As if these men had bin Th Antipodes, But see, the vertue of a Regall eye, Th'attractiue wonder of mans Maiestie, Our Globe is drawne in a right line agen, And now appeare new faces, and new men. The Elements, Earth, Water, Ayre, and Fire, (Which euer clipt a naturall desire, To combat each with other, being at first,) Created enemies to fight their worst, See at the peacefull presence of their King, How quietly they moude, without their sting: Earth not deuouring, Fire not defacing, Waternot drowning, & the Ayre not chasing: But proping the queint Fabrick that heere stands, Without the violence of their wrathfull hands. Mirror of times, lo where thy Fotune sits, Aboue the world, and all our humaine wits, But thy hye Vertue aboue that: what pen, Or Art, or braine can reach thy vertue then? At whose immortall brightnes and true light, Enuies infectious eyes haue lost their sight, Her snakes (not daring to shoot-forth their stings Gainst such a glorious obiect) downe she flings Their forkes of Venome into her owne mawe, Whilst her ranke teeth the glittering poisons chawe, For tis the property of Enuies blood, To dry away at euery kingdomes good, Especially when shee had eyes to view, These foure maine vertues figurde all in you, Iustice in causes, Fortitude gainstfoes, Temprance in spleene, and Prudence in all those, And then so rich an Empyre, whose fayre brest, Contaynes foure Kingdomes by your entrance blest By Brute diuided, but by you alone, All are againe vnited and made One, Whose fruitfull glories shine so far and euen, They touch not onely earth, but they kisse heauen, From whence Astraea is descended hither, Who with our last Queenes Spirit, fled vp thither, Fore-knowing on the earth, she could not rest, Till you had lockt her in your rightfull brest. And therefore all Estates, whose proper Arts, Liue by the breath of Majestie, had harts Burning in holy Zeales immaculate fires, With quenchles Ardors, and vnstaind desires, To see what they now see, your powerful Grace, Reflecting joyes on every subjects face: These paynted flames and yellow burning Stripes, Vpon this roab, being but as showes and types, Of that great Zeale. And therefore in the name Of this glad Citie, whither no Prince euer came, More lou'd, more long'd for, lowely I intreate, You'ld be to her as gracious as y'are great: So with reuerberate shoutes our Globe shall ring, The Musicks close being thus: God saue our King. Where are all these Honors owing? Why are seas of people flowing? Tell mee, tell me Rumor, Though it be thy Humor More often to be lying, Than from thy breath to haue trueth flying: Yet alter, now that fashion, And without the streame of passion, Let thy voyce swim smooth and cleare, When words want gilding, then they are most deere Behold where Ioue and all the States, Of Heau'n, through Heau'ns seauen siluer gates, All in glory riding (Backs of Clowds bestriding) The milky waie do couer, With starry Path being measur'd ouer, The Deities conuent, In Ioues high Court of Parliament. Rumor thou doest loose thine aymes, This is not Ioue, but One, as great, King IAMES.