Munday, Anthony · published 1605 · first performed or written 1605 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
The king of Hunnes entered Albania, Slew Albanact thy Son, and there bare sway, Till Locrine rose with valiant Cambria, And to revenge their Brother's death made way, Which instantly they did without delay, And made that River bear the proud king's name, That thus intruded, drowned him in the same. Fair Elstrid taken in that fatal fight, And Locrine's love to her, wrong to his wife, Duke Corineus daughter, dear delight, That reft both her and Locrine of his life, Opened a gap to much more dismal strife, Of all which heavy haps there had been none, Had Brute left me one governor alone. See, after so long slumbering in our tombs Such multitudes of years, rich poesy That does revive us to fill up these rooms And tell our former age's History, (The better to record Brutus' memory,) Turns now our accents to another key, To tell old Britain's new borne happy day. That separation of her sinewed strength, Weeping so many hundred years of woes Whereto that learned bard dated long length Before those ulcered wounds again could close, And reach unto their former first dispose. Hath run his course through times sandy glass, And brought the former happiness that was. Albania, Scotland, where my son was slain And where my folly's wretchedness began, Hath bred another Brute, that gives again to Britain her first name, he is the man On whose fair birth our elder wits did scan, Which Prophet-like seventh Henry did foresee, Of whose fair child comes Britain's unity. And what fierce war by no means could effect, To reunite those sundered lands in one, The hand of heaven did peacefully elect By mildest grace, to seat on Britain's throne This second Brute, than whom there else was none. Wales, England, Scotland, severed first by me: To knit again in blessed unity. For this Britannia tides in triumph thus, For this these Sister-kingdoms now shake hands, Brute's Troy, (now London) looks most amorous And stands on tiptoe, telling foreign lands, So long as Seas bear ships, or shores have sands: So long shall we in true devotion pray, And praise high heaven for that most happy day. England, that first was called Loegria, After my name, when I commanded here: Gives back her due unto Britannia, And doth her true born son in right prefer, Before divided rule, irregular. Wishing my brethren in like sort resign, A sacred union once more to combine. I yielded long ago, and did in heart, Allow Britannia's first created name, My true born Brutes have ever took her part And to their last hour will maintain the same. It is no marvel though you gladly yield, When the all-ruling power doth so command, I bring that Monarch now into the field, With peace and plenty in his sacred hand, To make Britannia one united land: And when I brought him, after times will say It was Britannia's happy Holiday.
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The king of Hunnes entred Albania, Slew Albanact thy Sonne, and there bare ſway, Till Locrine roſe with valiant Cambria, And to reuendge their Brothers death made way, Which inſtantly they did without delay, And made that Riuer beare the proud kings name, That thus intruded, drownd him in the ſame. Faire Elſtrid taken in that fatall fight, And Locrines loue to her, wrong to his wife, Duke Corineus daughter, deare delight, That eft both her and Locrine of his life, Opened a gap to much more diſmall ſtrife, Of all which heauy haps there had bin none, Had Brute left me one gouernor alone. See, after ſo long ſlumbring in our toombes Such multitudes of yeares, rich poeſie That does reuiue vs to fill vp theſe roomes And tell our former ages Hiſtorie, (The better to record Brutes memorie,) Turnes now our accents to another key, To tell olde Britaines new borne happy day. That ſeperation of her ſinewed ſtrength, Weeping ſo many hundred yeeres of woes Whereto that learned Barde dated long length Before thoſe vlcerd wounds againe could cloſe, And reach vnto their former firſt diſpoſe. Hath run his courſe thorough times andie glaſſe, And brought the former happines that was. Albania, Scotland, where my ſonne was ſlaine And where my follies wretchednes began, Hath bred another Brute, that giues againe to Britaine her firſt name, he is the man On whoſe faire birth our elder wits did ſcan, Which Prophet-like ſeuenth Henry did forſee, Of whoſe faire childe comes Britaines vnitie. And what fierce war by no meanes could effect, To re-vnite thoſe ſundred lands in one, The hand of heauen did peacefully elect By mildeſt grace, to ſeat on Britaines throne This ſecond Brute, then whom there elſe was none. Wales, England, Scotland, ſeuerd firſt by me: To knit againe in bleſſed vnity. For this Britannia tides in triumph thus, For this theſe Siſter-kingdomes now ſhake hands, Brutes Troy, (now London) lookes moſt amorous And ſtands on tiptoe, telling forraine lands, So long as Seas beare ſhips, or ſhores haue ſands: So long ſhall we in true deuotion pray, And praiſe high heauen for that moſt happy day. England, that firſt was cald Loegria, After my name, when I commanded heere: Giues backe hir due vnto Britannia, And doth her true borne ſonne in right prefer, Before deuided rule, irreguler. Wiſhing my brethren in like ſort reſigne, A ſacred vnion once more to combine. I yeelded long ago, and dyd in heart, Allow Britanniaes firſt created name, My true borne Brutes haue euer tooke her part And to their laſt houre will maintaine the ſame. It is no meruaile though you gladly yeeld, When the all-ruling power doth ſo commaund, I bring that Monarch now into the field, With peace and plenty in his ſacred hand, To make Britannia one vnited land: And when I brought him, after times will ſay It was Britanniaes happy Holi-day.