Arches of Triumph (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 3 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 T25 Kings, power and law: political sententi · 591 words
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GREAT King, those so many Sceptres, which even fill thy right hand, are all thine own, only by the Providence of heaven. Behold, heaven itself laughs to see thy Subjects smile, and thunder out loud Plaudities, to hear their Aves. This honour of Sovereignty being at the beginning of the world bestowed but upon few; upon the heads of few were the cares of a Crown set, for to sway only but one Empire (happily) as it is a labour hard: So none can undergo the weight but such as are mighty: But (with a beck as it were) to control many Nations (and those of different dispositions too) O! the Arm of man can never do that, but the finger of God. God therefore (that guides the Chariot of the world) holds the Reins of thy Kingdom in his own hand: It is he whose beams lend a light to thine. It is he that teacheth thee the Art of Ruling, because none but he made thee a King. And therefore as thou growest in years, thou waxest old in Virtues: of all thy Virtues, Religion sitting highest. And most worthy; for by Religion, the hearts of barbarous Nations are made soft: By Religion, Rebellion hath a yoke cast about her neck, and is brought to believe, that those Laws to which thou submittest even thy royal self, are most easy. With Religion justice keeps company, who once fled from this profane world, but hearing the name of King Iames she is again returned. By her side sits her sister Fortitude, whose life is ready (in Heroic actions) to be spent for the safety of thy people. Besides to make these Virtues full, Apollo and the Muses, resign, the one his Golden lyre, the other their Laurel, to thy royal hands, whilst Plenty (daughter to Industry) lays the blessings both of Country and City in heaps at thy feet. These are the gifts of heaven: the fame then spreading itself so far, that (to wonder at them) both the Poles seem to come together. We (the Belgians) likewise come, to that intent: a Nation banished from our own Cradles, yet nursed and brought up in the tender bosom of a Princely mother, Eliza. The love which we once dedicated to her (as a Mother) doubly do We vow it to thee, our Sovereign, and Father: Entreating we may be sheltered under thy wings now, as under hers: Our Prayers being, that he who through the loins of so many Kingdoms, may likewise multiply thy years, and lengthen them out to the age of a Phoenix: And that thy Queen (who is one part of thyself) with thy Progeny (who are the second hopes of thy people,) may both give too, and receive from, thy Kingdom Immortal glory. turn into ice mine eyeballs whilst the sound, Flying through this brazen tromp, may back rebound, To stop Fame's hundred tongues, leaning them mute, As is an untouched bell, or stringless Lute, For virtues Fount, which late ran deep and clear, Dries: 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, Great Monarch of the West, whose glorious Stem, Does new support a triple Diadem, Wearing 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 about kings now, or those of old,
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GREAT King, those so many Scepters, which euen fill thy right hand, are all thine owne, onely by the Prouidence of heauen. Behold, heauen it selfe laughes to see thy Subiects smile, and thunder out la Plaudities, to heare their Aues. This honor of Soueraignty beeing at the beginning of the world bestowed but vpon few; vpon the heads of few were the cares of a Crowne set, for to sway onely but one Empire (happily) as it is a labour hard: So none can vndergoe the waight but such as are mightie: But (with a becke as it were) to controle many Nations (and those of different dispositions too) O! the Arme of man can neuer do that, but the finger of God. God therefore (that guides the Chariot of the world) holds the Raynes of thy Kingdome in his owne hand: It is he whose beames lend a light to thine. It is hee that teacheth thee the Art of Ruling, because none but hee made thee a King. And therefore as thou growest in yeares, thou waxest old in Vertues: of all thy Vertues, Religion sitting highest. And most worthy; for by Religion, the hearts of barbarous Nations are made soft: By Religion, Rebellion hath a yoke cast about her necke, and is brought to beleeue, that those Lawes to which thou submittest euen thy royall selfe, are most easie. With Religion Iustice keepes companie, who once fled from this prophane world, but hearing the name of King Iames she is againe returned. By her side sits her sister Fortitude, whose life is readie (in Heroike actions) to bee spent for the safety of thy people. Besides to make these Vertues full, Apollo and the Muses, resigne, the one his Golden lyre, the other their Laurell, to thy royall hands, whilest Plenty (daughter to Industry) layes the blessings both of Countrey and Cittie in heapes at thy feete. These are the gifts of heauen: the fame then spreading it selfe so farre, that (to wonder at them) both the Poles seeme to come together. We (the Belgians) likewise come, to that intent: a Nation banisht from our owne Crals, yet nurst and brought vp in the tender bosome of a Princely mother, Eliza. The loue which we once dedicated to her (as a Mother) doubly do We vowe it to thee, our Soueraigne, and Father: Intreating wee may bee sheltred vnder thy wings now, as vnder hers: Our Prayers beeing, that he who through the loynes of so many Kingdomes, may likewise multiply thy years, and legthen them out to the age of a Phoenix: And that thy Queene (who is one part of thy selfe) with thy Progeny (who are the second hopes of thy people,) may both giue too, and receiue from, thy Kingdome Immortall glory. TVrne into yce mine eye-bals whilst the sound, Flying through this brazen tromp, may back rebound, To stop Fames hundred tongues, leaning them mute, As is an vntoucht bell, or stringlesse Lute, For Vertues Fount, which late ran deepe and cleere, Dries: 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, Great Monarch of the West, whose glorious Stem, Does new support a triple Diadem, more then that of thy graund Graund-sire, Brute.) Thou that mayst make a King thy Substitute, And doest besides the Red-rose and the white, With the rich flower of France, thy garland dight, Wearing about kings now, or those of old,