Arches of Triumph (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 1 of 6
Dekker, Thomas / Jonson, Ben / Middleton, Thomas / Harrison, Stephen / Ruytinck, Simon / Cool, Jacob / Thorius, Raphael · published 1604 · first performed or written 1604 [Mar 15] (Annals) entertainment; royal entertainment or entry · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
TIme, Fate, and Fortune have at length conspired, To give our Age the day so much desired. What all the minutes, hours, weeks, months, and years, That hang in file upon these silver hairs, Could not produce, beneath the Britane stroke, The Roman, Saxon, Dane, and Norman yoke, This point of Time bath done. Now London rear Thy forehead high, and on it strive to wear Thy choicest Gems Teach thy steep Towers to rise Higher with people: Set with sparkling eyes Thy spacious windows: and in every street, Let thronging Joy, Love, and Amazement meet. Cleave all the air with shouts, and let the cry Strike through as long, and universally As thunder; For, thou now art blessed to see That sight, for which thou didst begin to be. When Brutus' plough first gave thee infant bounds, And I, thy GENIUS walks auspicious rounds In every furrow; Then did I forelook, And saw this day marked white in Clotho's book. The several Circles, both of change and sway, Within this Isle, there also figured lay: Of which the greatest, perfectest, and last Was this, whose present happiness we taste. Why keep you silence Daughters? What dull peace Is this inhabits you? Shall office cease Upon th'aspect of him, to whom you owe Shall TIME know, That Article, wherein your flame stood still, An〈…〉 Now heaven avert an i'd Of that black look. Ere pause possess your breasts I wish you more of Plagues:" Zeal when it rests, Leaves to be zeal. Up thou tame RIVER, wake, And from thy liquid limbs this slumber shake: Thou drownest thyself in inofficious sleep; And these thy sluggish waters seem to creep, Rather them flow. Uprise, and swell with pride Above thy banks." Now is not every Tide. TO what vain end should I contend to show My weaker powers, when Seas of pomp o'erflow The cities face: and cover all the shore With sand is more rich than Tagus wealthy ore? When in the stood of Joy, that comes with him, He drowns the world; yet makes it live and swim, And spring with gladness: Not my fishes here, Though they be dumb, but do express the cheer o these bright streames. No lesse may These, and I Boast our delights, albe't we silent lie. INdeed, true Gladness doth not always speak: " joy bred and borne but in the tongue, is weak. Yet (lest the fervour of so pure a flame, As this my City bears, might lose the name, Without the apt eventing of her heat) Know greatest JAMES (and no less good, than great.) In the behalf of all my virtuous Sons, Whereof my eldest there, thy pomp foreruns, (A Man without my flattering, or his Pride, As worthy, as he's blessed to be thy guide) In his grave name, and all his brethren's right, (Who thirst to drink the Nectar of thy sight) The Council, Commoners, and Multitude;
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TIme, Fate, and Fortune haue at length conspir'd, To giue our Age the day so much desir'd. What all the minutes, houres, weekes, moneths, and yeares, That hang in file vpon these siluer haires, Could not produce, beneath the Britane stroke, The Roan, Saxn, Dane, and Norman yoke, This oint of Time bath done▪ Now London rear Thy forehead high, and on it striue to were Thy Gems Teach thy stepe Towes to rise Hgher with people: St with sparkling eyes Thy spacious windowes: and in eury streete, Let thronging oy, Loue, and Amazement meete. Cleaue all the aire with showtes, and let the cry Strike through as long, and vniuersally As thunder; For, thou now art blist to see That sight, for which thou didst beginne to be. When Brutus plough first gaue thee infant bounds, And , thy GENIVS walk's auspicious rounds In euery furrow; Then did I forelooke, And saw this day mark't white in Clotho's booke. The seuerall Circles, both of change and sway, Within this Isle, there also figur'd lay: Of which the greatest, perfectest, and last Was this, whose present happinesse we taste. Why keep yo silence Daughters? What dull peace Is this inhabites you? Shall office cease Vpon thaspect of him, to whom you owe Shall TIME knowe, That , wherein your flame stood still, An Now heauen auert an i'd Of that blacke loke. Ere pause possesse your breasts I wsh you more of Plagues: "Zeale when it rests, Leaues to be zeale. Vp thou tame RIVER, wake, And from thy liquid limbes this slumber shake: Thou drown'st thy selfe in inofficious seepe; An these thy sluggish waters seeme to creepe, Rather them flow. Vprise, and swell with pride Aboue thy bankes. "Now is not euery Tyde. TO what vaine end should I contend to show powers, when Seas of pompe o'reflow The Cities ace: and couer all the shore Wth san is more rich than Tagus wealthy ore? When in the stood of Iy, that comes with him, He drownes the world; yet makes it liue and swimme, And spring with gladnesse: Not my fishes heere, Though they be dumbe, but do expresse the cheere o these bright streames. No lesse may These, and I Boast our delights, albe't we silent lie. INdeed, true Gladesse doth not alwayes speake: "Ioy bred and borne but in the tongue, is weake. Ye (least the feruor of so pure a flame, As this my City beares, might loose the name, Without the apt euenting of her heate) Know greatest IAMES (and no lesse good, than great.) In the behalfe of al my vertuous Sonnes, Whereof my eldest there, thy pompe forerunnes, (A Man without my flattering, or his Pride, As worthy, as hee's blest o be thy guide) In his graue name, and all his Brethrens right, (Who thirst to drinke the Nectar of thy sight) The Councell, Commoners, and Multitude;