Chester's Triumph (St George's Day Entertainment) · chunk 3 of 7
Amory, Robert / Davies, Richard · published 1610 · first performed or written 1610 [Apr 23] (Annals) civic play; pageant · before the Court unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
ILlustrious Britain, stately Seat of Kings, Whose boundless glories inequivalent, Do so reflect on Fame's oriental wings. That o'er the world they spread their blandishment. Whose influence (past compass of conceit) Endarts such sunbeams to obscurer places, That all the world by that resplendent light, Derives from her their most peculiar graces. Whose royal, clement, chaste, and bounteous King, (King; O too base a style for his great worth) Such radiant luster to the Earth doth bring, That like the Sun it cheers the total North. Then yield him honour Kings that glorious be; vail to this (next the highest) great King of Kings: Who by his virtues graceth your degree, And to the same immortal glory brings. Great Britain's Greatness (wonder of the North: Admired of All whom virtues height admires) We do ascribe unto thy Matchless worth, Surmounting praise, to mount thy virtues higher. And while me (Britain) Neptune shall embrace, I'll ruin those, that spite thee, or thy Race. Renowned Camber, Britain's true repose, Whose ardent zeal to her admired Prince, Hath ever been approved to friends and foes To sacrifice her blood in his defence. With high-swollen words of vaunt to thunder forth How much we dare to do in this respect, Were more than merely idle; since our worth Shall show itself in such words true effect. Our hopeful Prince whilst Camber's Race doth Breath, Shall they with fast united might, In his just cause will their best Swords unsheathe Against the stoutest Opposer of his Right. We scorn that Wales such weaklings should afford, That dare not bravely front the eager'st foe At any Weapon (Pistol, Pike, or Sword) And (like stout Warriors) give him blow for blow. But to our Prince (Great Britain's matchless Heir) As humbly low, as is his Greatness high, Our lives we'll prostrate with our best Devoir, To do what may undo the Enemy. Whose Grace is thought upon this present day, Which day Saint George hath blissfully created, To take his Birthright; with such great joy, As such a day was never consecrated. To memorize which more than blissful Feast, We are incited by the love we owe him, The same to celebrate, or at the least Our great, great joy most thankfully to show him. Then nought remains but that we all do pray, God bless Prince HENRY Prop of England's joy. SAint George for England, is the Patron Knight, Whose ever-conquering, and all-daring hand, Did put whole Hosts of Heathens foes to flight, That did the vigour of his strength withstand. He that did ever live (a Champion stout) With such undaunted holy-high resolve, That through the earth his fame did fly about, Which shall not die till heaven and earth dissolve. Against the Heathen folk his force he proved, By which he did decline their highest pride: For which of heaven and earth he was beloved,
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ILlustrious Britaine, stately Seate of Kings, VVhose boundlesse glories inequiualent, Doe so reflect on Fames orientall wings. That o're the world they spred their blandishment. VVhose influence (past compasse of conceit) Endarts such Sun-beames to obscurer places, That all the world by that resplendant light, Deriues from her their most peculiar graces. Whose royall, clement, chast, and bounteous King, (King; O too base a stile for his great worth) Such radiant luster to the Earth doth bring, That like the Sunne it cheeres the totall North. Then yeeld him honor Kings that glorious be; Vaile to this (next the high'st) great King of Kings: Who by his vertues graceth your degree, And to the same immortall glory brings. Great Britaines Greatnesse (wonder of the North: Admir'd of All whom vertues height admires) VVe doe ascribe vnto thy Match-lesse worth, Surmounting praise, to mount thy vertues higher. And while me (Britaine) Neptune shal embrace, Ile ruine those, that spight thee, or thy Race. REnowmed Camber, Britaines true repose, VVhose ardent zeale to her admired Prince, Hath euer beene approu'd to friends and foes To sacrifice her bloud in his defence. With high-swolne words of vaunt to thunder forth How much we dare to doe in this respect, Were more then meerely idle; since our worth Shall shew it selfe in such words true effect. Our hopefull Prince whilst Cambers Race doth Breath, Shall they with fast vnited might, In his iust cause will their best Swords vnsheathe Against the stout'st Opposer of his Right. We scorne that Wales such weaklings should afford, That dare not brauely front the eagerst foe At any Weapon (Pistoll, Pike, or Sword) And (like stout Warriours) giue him bloe for bloe. But to our Prince (Great Britaines matchlesse Heire) As humbly low, as is his Greatnesse high, Our liues wee'le prostrate with our best Deuoire, To doe what may vndoe the Enemie. Whose Grace is thought vpon this present day, Which day Saint George hath blisfully created, To take his Birth-right; with such great ioy, As such a day was neuer consecrated. To memorize which more then blisfull Feast, We are incited by the loue we owe him, The same to celebrate, or at the least Our great, great ioy most thankfully to shew him. Then naught remaines but that we all doe pray, God blesse Prince HENRY Prop of Englands ioy. SAint George for England, is the Patrone Knight, Whose euer-conquering, and all-daring hand, Did put whole Hoasts of Heathens foes to flight, That did the vigour of his strength with-stand. He that did euer liue (a Champion stout) With such vndaunted holy-high resolue, That through the earth his fame did flie about, Which shall not die till heauen and earth dissolue. Against the Heathen folke his force he prou'd, By which he did decline their highest pride: For which of heau'n and earth he was belou'd,