Shakespeare, William / Wilkins, George · published 1609 · first performed or written 1608 [1606-1608] (Annals) romance · King's Men · Globe unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 493 words
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Are the Knights ready to begin the Triumph? They are my Liege, and stay your coming, To present themselves. Return them, We are ready, & our daughter here, In honour of whose Birth, these Triumphs are, Sits here like Beauty's child, whom Nature got, For men to see; and seeing wonder at. It pleaseth you (my royal Father) to express My Commendations great, whose merit's less. It's fit it should be so, for Princes are A model which Heaven makes like to itself: As jewels lose their glory, if neglected, So Princes their Renowns, if not respected: 'tis now your honour (Daughter) to entertain The labour of each Knight, in his device. Which to preserve mine honour, I'll perform. Who is the first, that doth prefer himself? A Knight of Sparta (my renowned father) And the device he bears upon his Shield, Is a black Ethyope reaching at the Sun: The word: Luxtuvimihi. He loves you well, that holds his life of you. Who is the second, that presents himself? A Prince of Macedon (my royal father) And the device he bears upon his Shield, Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady: The motto thus in Spanish. Pue Per dolecra kee per forsa. Knight. And with the third? The third, of Antioch; and his device, A wreath of Chivally: the word: Me Pompey provexit apex. Knight. What is the fourth. A burning Torch that's turned upside down; The word: Qui me alit me extinguit. Which shows that Beauty hath his power & will, Which can as well inflame, as it can kill. Knight. The fift, an Hand environed with Clouds, Holding out Gold, that's by the Touchstone tried: The motto thus: Sic spectanda fides. Knight. And what's the sixt, and last; the which, The knight himself with such a graceful courtesy delivered? He seems to be a Stranger: but his Present is A withered Branch, that's only green at top, The motto: In hac spe vivo. A pretty moral from the dejected state wherein he is, He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourish. He had need mean better, than his outward show Can any way speak in his just commend: For by his rusty outside, he appears, To have practised more the Whipstock, than the Lance. He well may be a Stranger, for he comes To an honoured triumph, strangely furnished. And on set purpose let his Armour rust Until this day, to scour it in the dust. Opinion's but a fool, that makes us scan The outward habit, by the inward man. But stay, the Knights are coming, We will withdraw into the Gallery. Knights, to say you're welcome, were superfluous. I place upon the volume of your deeds, As in a Title page, your worth in arms, Were more than you expect, or more than's fit, Since every worth in show commends itself: Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feast. You are Princes, and my guests.
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Are the Knights ready to begin the Tryumph? They are my Leidge, and stay your comming, To present them selues. Returne them, We are ready, & our daughter heere▪ In honour of whose Birth▪ these Triumphs are, Sits heere like Beauties child, whom Nature gat, For men to see; and seeing▪ woonder at. It pleaseth you (my royall Father) to expresse My Commendations great, whose merit's lesse. It's it it should be so, for Princes are A modell which Heauen makes like to it selfe: As Iewels loose their glory, if neglected, So Princes their Renownes, if not respected: T'is now your honour (Daughter) to entertaine The labour of each Knight, in his deuice. Which to preserue mine honour, I'le performe. Who is the first, that doth preferre himselfe? A Knight of Sparta (my renowned father) And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield, Is a blacke Ethyope reaching at the Sunne: The word: Luxtuvimihi. He loues you well, that holdes his life of you. Who is the second, that presents himselfe? A Prince of Macedon (my royall father) And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield, Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady: The motto thus in Spanish. Pue Per dolecra kee per orsa. Knight. And with the third? The third, of Antioch; and his deuice, A wreath of Chiually: the word: Me Pompey prouexit apex. Knight. What is the fourth. A burning Torch that's turned vpside downe; The word: Qui me alit me extingui. Which shewes that Beautie hath his power & will, Which can as well enflame, as it can kill. Knight. The fift, an Hand enuironed with Clouds, Holding out Gold, that's by the Touch-stone tride: The motto thus: Si spctaa▪ fides. Knight. And what's the sixt, and last; the which, The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered? Hee seemes to be a Stranger: but his Present is A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top, The motto: In hac sp viuo. A pretty morrall frō the deiected state wherein he is, He hopes by you, his fortunes et may flourish. He had need meane better, then his outward shew Can any way speake in his iust commend: For by his rustie outside▪ he appeares, To haue practis'd more the Whipstocke, then the Lauce. He well may be a Stranger, for he comes To an honour'd tryumph, strangly furnisht. And on set purpose let his Armour rust Vntill this day, to scowre it in the dust. Opinion's but a foole, that makes vs scan The outward habit, by the inward man. But stay, the Knights are comming, We will with-draw into the Gallerie. Knights, to say you're welcome, were superfluous. I place vpon the volume of your deedes, As in a Title page, your worth in armes, Were more then you expect, or more then's fit, Since euery worth in shew commends it selfe: Prepare for mirth, for mirth becomes a Feast. You are Princes, and my guestes.