Chester's Triumph (St George's Day Entertainment) · chunk 5 of 7
Amory, Robert / Davies, Richard · published 1610 · first performed or written 1610 [Apr 23] (Annals) civic play; pageant · before the Court unassigned nearest T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions · 463 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
SInce Plenty still cooperates with Peace, Plenty shall bless your basket of increase. From whose abundant ne'er exhausted store, You shall receive much more than had before, I'll stuff your Barns up to the throat with grain, Which shall all yours, and others still sustain. I'll fructify the earth with rarest fruits Of sundry shapes, and several kind of suits, So as the Soil (that bears seed timely sown) Under the burden of their weight, shall groan. In all abundance I will rear your Beasts, Which shall maintain your o'er abounding Feasts, Fish, foul, herbs, grass, and all things whatsoe'er, Shall at your door be cheap, and nothing dear I'll sink into the concaves of earths mould, And there hence pull and cull her purest gold, And then will dive into the Ocean Deeps, To raise the Treasure which their Neptune keeps. I'll freight your ships with such o'er-freighting store, That greediness herself shall seek no more. No scarcity shall in your Land be found, As long as I with Nature till your ground. What shall I say? your life-supporting staff, The staff of bread; I'll throw abroad like chaff. Then see how graciously the Highest hath sent ye Peace, in all fullness, in all fullness Plenty. HIsse. Why how now Envy? dost thou hiss at Phoebus? Yes; and at Cinthia too, if she anger us. Your reason Envy? Why? My reason's this, To hear a Cat cry mewe, who can but hiss. Out hissing Scorpion: Out ye filthy Fool, Envy hath wit, to set such Apes to school. Malicious Monster, thou incarnate Devil, Whose base condition, is the source of evil. Thou envious Bandog, speak and do thy worst, He that regards it; is the most accursed And he that thinks that Love can e'er be wise, Hath neither judgement, wisdom, wit, nor eyes. Say thou abortive, men-detested slave, Whose only virtue is, but to deprave Man's best proceedings, speak thou squint-eyed Monster, What is the cause which makes thee still misconstrue? Because I hate to hear a want-wit preach Beyond wits bounds, and wisdoms boundless reach: To see a superficial Sot make show Of deeper skill than wit itself doth know. What is the solace Envy counteth deep? Marie to see a Wolf devour a Sheep. To see men-devils breeding still dissension Is sport (methinks) beyond all comprehension: Or else a rich man hunger-pined with want, To see an Army (when their food is scant) Eat their own excrements; O this is sport For Envy, that without this is all amort. To see a drove of Drunkards like to Swine Swilling their souls, in soul-overwhelming wine. To see a City burned, or Barns on fire, To see a Son the Butcher of his Sire. To see two Swaggerers eagerly to strive,
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SInce Plenty still co-operates with Peace, Plenty shall blesse your basket of encrease. From whose aboundant ne're exhausted store, You shall receaue much more then had before, I'le stuffe your Barnes vp to the throat with graine, VVhich shall all yours, and others still sustaine. I'le fructifie the earth with rarest fruites Of sundry shapes, and seuerall kinde of suites, So as the Soile (that beares seed timely sowne) Vnder the burthen of their waight, shall groane. In all aboundance I will reare your Beasts, VVhich shall maintaine your o're abounding Feasts, Fish, fowle, hearbs, grasse, and all things whatsoere, Shall at your dore be cheape, and nothing deere I'le sinke into the concaues of earthes molde, And there hence pull and cull her purest golde, And then will diue into the Ocean Deepes, To raise the Treasure which their Neptune keepes. I'le fraight your ships with such o're-fraighting store, That greedinesse her selfe shall seeke no more. No scarsity shall in your Land be found, As long as I with Nature till your ground. What shall I say? your life-supporting staffe, The staffe of bread; I'le throw abroad like chaffe. Then see how graciously the High'st hath sent yee Peace, in all fulnesse, in all fulnesse Plentie. HIsse. Why how now Enuie? do'st thou hisse at Phoebus? Yes; and at Cinthia too, if shee anger vs. Your reason Enuie? Why? My reason's this, To heare a Cat cry mewe, who can but hisse. Out hissing Scorpion: Out yee filthy Foole, Enuie hath wit, to set such Apes to schoole. Malitious Monster, thou incarnate Diu'll, VVhose base condition, is the source of euill. Thou enuious Bandogge, speake and doe thy worst, He that regards it; is the most accurst And he that thinks that Loue can e're be wise, Hath neither iudgement, wisedome, wit, nor eies. Say thou abortiue, men-detested slaue, VVhose onely vertue is, but to depraue Mans best proceedings, speake thou squint-eide Monster, VVhat is the cause which makes thee still misconster? Because I hate to heare a want-wit preach Beyond wits bounds, and wisedomes boundlesse reach: To see a superficiall Sot make show Of deeper skill then wit it selfe doth know. VVhat is the solace Enuie counteth deepe? Marie to see a VVolfe deuoure a Sheepe. To see men-diuels breeding still dissention Is sport (me thinks) beyond all comprehension: Or else a rich man hunger-pin'd with want, To see an Army (when their foode is scant) Eate their owne excrements; O this is sport For Enuie, that without this is all amort. To see a droue of Drunkards like to Swine Swilling their soules, in soule-o're-whelming wine. To see a City burnt, or Barnes on fire, To see a Sonne the Butcher of his Sire. To see two Swaggerars eagerly to striue,