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 · 501 words
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MY borrowed name of Neptune now I leave, the like doth Amphitrita my fair Queen, And worthy Lord, grant favour to receive What in these mysteries we seem to mean, Britannia's glory hath been heard and seen, Revived from her old Chaos of distress, and now united in firm happiness. Blessed be that second Brute Iames our dread king, that set this wreath of Union on her head, Whose very name did heavenly comfort bring, When in despair our hopes lay drooping dead, When comfort from most hearts was gone and fled, Immediately the trumpet's tongue did say, God save king Iames: Oh 'twas a happy day. Our latest phoenix whose dead cinders shine, In Angels spheres, she, like a mother mild, yielding to Nature, did her right resign To times true heir, her Godson, and loved child, When giddy expectation was beguiled: And Scotland yielded out of Teudors race, a true borne bud, to sit in Teudors place. Which seat to him and his, heaven ever bless, that we near want a Rose of Teudors tree, to maintain Britain's future happiness, to the worlds end in true tranquillity. Sir Leonard Holiday, now unto thee, My love in some mean measure let me show, Since heaven hath called thee to this dignity, Which (then myself) far better thou doest est know, I make no doubt thou wilt thy time bestow, A fits s so great a subjects place as this, To govern justly, and amend each miss. Bethink thee how on that high Holiday, Which bears God's Champion, th'archangels name, When conquering Sathan in a glorious fray, Michael hells-monster nobly overcame, And now a sacred Sabbath being the same, A free and full election on all parts, Made choice of thee, both with their hands and hearts. Albeit this day is usual every year, For new election of a Magistrate, Yet, now to me some instance doth appear, Worth note, which to myself I thus relate, Holiday, called on Holiday to state, requires methinks a year of Holidays, To be disposed in good and virtuous ways. For I account 'tis a Lord's Holiday, When justice shines in perfect Majesty, whenas the poor can to the rich man say, The Magistrate hath given us equity, And lent no ear to partiality, When sin is punished, lewdness bears no sway: All that day long, each day is Holiday. When good provision for the poor is made, Sloth set to labour, vice curbed everywhere, When through the City every honest trade, Stands not of might or insolence in fear, But justice in their goodness does them bear: then, as before, in safety I may say: All that year long, each day is Holiday. Now in behalf of that Society, Whereof thou bear'st a loving brother's name, What hath been done this day to dignify, they pray thee kindly to accept the same, More circumstance I shall not need to frame: But from the Merchant-Taylors this I say, They wish all good to Leonard holiday.
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MY borrowed name of Neptune now I leaue, the like doth Amphitrita my faire Queene, And worthy Lord, grant fauour to receiue What in theſe myſteries we ſeeme to meane, Britanniaes glorie hath beene heard and ſeene, Reuiu'de from her old Chaos of diſtreſſe, and now vnited in firme happineſſe. Bleſt be that ſecond Brute Iames our dread king, that ſet this wreath of Vnion on her head, Whoſe verie name did heauenlie comfort bring, When in deſpaire our hopes lay drooping dead, When comfort from moſt harts was gon and fled, Immediatlie the trumpets toong did ſay, God ſaue king Iames: Oh twas a happie daie. OVr lateſt Phaenix whoſe dead cinders ſhine, In Angels ſpheres, ſhe, like a mother milde, yeelding to Nature, did her right reſigne To times true heyre, her God-ſon, and lou'de childe, When giddy expectation was beguilde: And Scotland yeelded out of Teudors race, a true borne bud, to ſit in Teudors place. Which ſeat to him and his, heauen euer bleſſe, that we nere want a Roſe of Teudors tree, to maintaine Britaines future happineſſe, to the worldes end in true tranquilitie. Sir Leonard Holiday, now vnto thee, My loue in ſome meane meaſure let me ſhew, Snce heauen hath cald thee to this dignity, Which (then my ſelfe) farre better thou deſt know, I make no doubt thou wilt thy time beſtow, As ſo great a Subiects place as this, To gouerne iuſtlie, and amend each miſſe. Bethink thee how on that high Holyday, Which beares Gods Champion, th'Arch-angels name, When conquering Sathan in a glorious fray, Michaell Hels-monſter nobly ouercame, And now a ſacred Saboath being the ſame, A free and full election on all parts, Made choiſe of thee, both with their hands and harts. Albeit this day is vſuall euery yeare, For new election of a Magiſtrate, Yet, now to me ſome inſtance doth appeare, Worth note, which to my ſelfe I thus relate, Holyday, cald on Holyday to ſtate, Requiers methinks a yeare of Holydayes, To be diſpoſd in good and vertuous wayes. For I account tis a Lords Holyday, When Iuſtice ſhines in perfect Maieſty, When as the poor can to the rich man ſay, The Maieſtrate hath giuen vs equity, And lent no eare to partiality, When ſinne is puniſht, lewdnes beares no ſway: All that day long, each day is Holyday. When good prouiſion for the poore is made, Sloth ſet to labour, vice curbd euery where, When through the Citty euery honeſt trade, Stands not of might or inſolence in feare, But Iuſtice in their goodneſſe does them beare: then, as before, in ſafety I may ſaie: All that yeare long, each daie is Holliday. Now in behalfe of that Societie, Whereof thou bear'ſt a louing brothers name, What hath bin doon this day to dignifie, they pray thee kindly to accept the ſame, More circumſtance I ſhall not need to frame: But from the Marchant-Taylors this I ſay, They wiſh all good to Leonard Holliday.