Munday, Anthony · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 455 words
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All hail fair London, to behold thy Towers, After our voyage long and dangerous: Is seaman's comfort, thanks unto those powers. That in all perils have preserved us. Our Royal Exchange hath made a rich return, Laden with Spices, Silks, and indigo, Our wines that for our absence long did mourn, Now find release from all their former woe. Master good news, our Owner, as I hear, Is this day sworn in London's Mayoralty: Master 'tis true, for, see what troops appear, Of Citizens, to bear him company. Hark how the Drums and Trumpets cheerly sound, To solemnize the triumph of this day, Shall we do nothing, but be idle found, On such a general mirthful Holiday? Take of our Pepper, of our Cloves and Mace, And liberally bestow them round about, 'tis our ship's luggage, and in such a case, I know our Owner means to bear us out. Then, in his honour: And that company, Whose love and bounty this day doth declare, Hurl Boy, hurl Mate. And Gunner, see you ply Your Ordinance, and of fireworks make no spare, To add the very uttermost we may, To make this up a cheerful Holiday. I that sometime was termed Albion, After the name of Neptune's valiant Son: Albion the Giant, and so had still held on, But that my conquest, first by thee begun, Hath in fame's Chronicle such honour won, That thy first setting from Albania, Crowned me thy virgin Queen Britannia. Wherein, recount thy height of happiness, Thou that before my honoured victory, Wert as a base and o'ergrown wilderness, Peopled With men of incivility, Huge and stern Giants, keeping company With savage monsters, thus was Albion then, Till I first furnished thee with civil men. Goentagot, and all his barbarous brood, (When he was foiled by Corineus' hand,) Were quite subdued, and not one withstood My quiet progress over all thy land, But, as sole Conqueror, I did command: And then from Albion did I change thy name, To Brute's Britannia, still to hold the same. Then built I my New Troy, in memory Of whence I came, by Thanesis fair side, And nature giving me posterity, Three worthy sons, not long before I died, My kingdom to them three I did divide. And as in three parts I had set it down, Each named his seat, and each did wear a Crown. But she whom thou hadst made one Monarchy To be so severed, to thy sons might show Some sign of love, to her small courtesy, When three possess what one did solely owe, It makes more ways to harm then many know. And so proved that division of the land, It brought in wary that hellish firebrand.
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All hayle faire London, to behold thy Towers, After our voyage long and dangerous: Is Seamens comfort, thankes vnto thoſe powers. That in all perils haue preſerued vs. Our Royall Exchange hath made a rich returne, Laden with Spices, Silkes, and Indico, Our wines that for our abſence long did mourne, Now find releaſe from all their former woe. Maiſter good newes, our Owner, as I heare, Is this day ſworne in Londons Maioralty: Maiſter tis true, for, ſee what troupes appeare, Of Cittizens, to beare him company. Harke how the Drums and Trumpets cheerely ſound, To ſolemnize the triumph of this day, Shall we do nothing, but be idle found, On ſuch a generall mirthfull Holyday? Take of our Pepper, of our Cloues and Mace, And liberally beſtow them round about, Tis our ſhips luggage, and in ſuch a caſe, I know our Owner meanes to beare vs out. Then, in his honor: And that company, Whoſe loue and bounty this day doth declare, Hurle Boy, hurle Mate. And Gunner, ſee you ply Your Ordinance, and of fireworkes make no ſpare, To adde the very vttermoſt we may, To make this vp a cheerefull Holi-day. I that ſometime was termed Albion, After the name of Neptunes valiant Sonne: Albion the Gyant, and ſo had ſtill held on, But that my conqueſt, firſt by thee begun, Hath in fames Chronicle ſuch honor woon, That thy firſt ſetting from Albania, Crownd me thy virgin Queene Britania. Wherein, recount thy height of happineſſe, Thou that before my honord victorie, Wert as a baſe and oregrowne wildernes, Peopled With men of inciuility, Huge and ſtearne Gyants, keeping company With ſauage monſters, thus was Albion then, Till I firſt furniſht thee with ciuill men. Goentagot, and all his barbarous brood, (When he was foyld by Corineus hand,) Were quite ſubdued, and not one withſtood My quiet prograce ouer all thy land, But, as ſole Conqueror, I did commaund: And then from Albion did I change thy name, To Brutes Britania, ſtill to hold the ſame. Then built I my New Troy, in memorie Of whence I came, by Thaneſis faire ſide, And nature giuing me poſterity, Three worthy ſonnes, not long before I died, My kingdome to them three I did deuide. And as in three parts I had ſet it downe, Each namde his ſeat, and each did weare a Crowne. But ſhe whom thou hadſt made one Monarchy To be ſo ſeuerd, to thy ſonnes might ſhew Some ſigne of loue, to her ſmall courteſie, When three poſſeſſe what one did ſolie owe, It makes more waies to harme then many know. And ſo proou'd that deuiſion of the land, It brought in warie that helliſh fierbrand.