Arches of Triumph (The Royal Entry of King James I into London) · chunk 5 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 T12 Olympian gods: Jupiter, Juno, Venus and · 592 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 Fates, 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 as 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: as the peaceful presence of their King, How quietly they move without their Sting. Earth not devouring: Fire not defacing, Water not drowning: and the Air not chasing: But propping the quaint Fabric that here stands, Without the violence of their wrathful hands. Mirror of times, lo, where they 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 Virtues 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 which here figure you, justice in causes: Fortitude 'gainst foes, 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 sires, With quenchless ardours and unstained desires. To see what they now see, your powerful Grace, Reflecting joys on every subjects 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. STay, what art thou, that in this strange attire, darest kindle stranger, and unhallowed fire Upon this Altar? Rather what art thou That darest so rudely interrupt my vow? My habit speaks my name. A flamen? Yes, And Martialis called. I so did guess By my short view, but whence didst thou ascend Hither? or how? or to what mystic end? The noise, and present tumult of this Day, roused me from sleep, and silence, where I lay Obscured from light; which when I wake to see, I wondering thought what this great pomp might be. When (looking in my Calendar) I found The Ides of Marche were entered, and I bound With these, to celebrate the Genial feast Of Anna styled Perenna, Mars his guest; Who, in this Month of his, is yearly called
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THe populous Globe of this our English Ile. Seemed to moue backward at the funerall pile Of her dead female Maiesty: All states From Nobles downe to Spirits of meaner Fates, Moou'd opposite to Nature and to Peace, As if these men had bene Th'antipodes. But see, the vertue of a regall eye, Th'attractiue wonder of mans Maiestie, Our Globe as drawne in a right line agen, And now appeare new faces and new men: The Elements, Earth, Water, Ayre and Fire, (Which euer c'ipt a naturall desire, To combat each with other) being at first Created enemies, to fight their worst, See: as the peacefull presence of their King, How quietly they moue without their Sting. Earth not deuouring: Fire not defacing, Water not drowning: and the Ayre not chasing: But propping the queint Fabricke that here stands, Without the violence of their wrathfull hands. Mirror of times, loe, where they Fortune sits Aboue the world, and all our humaine wits, But thy hie Vertue aboue that: what pen Or Art, or Braine, can reach thy Vertues then? At whose Immortall brightnesse and true light, Enuies infectious eyes haue lost their sight: Her Snakes (not daring to shoote 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 poysons chawe, For tis the property of Enuies bloud, To dry away at euery Kingdomes good, Especially when she had eyes to view These foure Maine Vertues which here figure you, Iustice in causes: Fortitude gainst foes, Temp'rance in spleene; and Prudence in all those: And then so rich an Empire, whose faire brest Containes 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 farre 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 Maiestie, had harts, Burning in holy Zeales Immaculate sires, With quenchlesse Ardors and vnstain'd desires. To see what they now see, your powerfull Grace, Reflecting Ioyes on euery Subiects face. These painted flames and yellow-burning stripes, Vpon this roabe being but as shewes and types, Of that great Zeale; And therefore in the name, Of this glad Citty, whither no Prince euer came, More lou'd, more longd for, lowly I intreate You'ld be to her as gracious as y'are great: So with reuerberate shoutes our Globe shall ring, The Musicks cloze being thus, God saue our King. STay, what art thou, that in this strange attire, Darst kindle stranger, and vnhallowed fire Vpon this Altar? Rather what art thou That darst so rdely interrupt my vowe? My habite speakes my name. A Flamin? Yes, And Martialis cald. I so did gesse By my short view, but whence didst thou ascend Hither? or how? or to what mysticke end? The noise, and present tumult of this Day, Rowsd me from sleepe, and silence, where I lay Obscur'd from light; which when I wak to see, I wondring thought what this reat pompe might be. When (looking in my Kalender) I found The des of Marche were entred, and I bound With these, to celebrate the Geniall feast Of Anna stil'd Perenna, Mars his guest; Who, in this Month of his, is yearely cal'd