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Chruso-Thriambos: The Triumphs of Gold · chunk 1 of 6

Munday, Anthony · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [Oct 29] (Annals)
civic play; pageant
unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 467 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.

IF it seem strange unto yond (Honourable and worthy Lord) that in this manner I presume to saluce ye; the justice of the present cause, and the Suffrages due to such days of Triumph. shall instantly veiled you ample satisfaction. First for myself, I was sometime as you are now, Lieutenant or Governor of this famous City, albeit not in so mild a form or temper; in regard that those days of disturbance and rough combustion (after four several Conquests of the whole Land, and unsettled assurance in the very last) required a stearner strain of awful rule, than now these sweeter singing times are able to endure. Portgreves, Provostes, and Bailiffs, were London's first Magistrates, and (of Provosts) I the first, being named Leofstane, and a Gold Smith by my profession, as the powerful command that raised me from my Grave at Bermondsey, enstructes me that you are, and thought it fit, that the first honoured Brother of our ancient Fraternity, should attend this day of your solemn Inauguration, having a Brother Sheriff also of the same Society. For these my followers that attend me now, as in my time of authority they did: hostile still, to London's enemies or rude disturbers, but peaceful to all her friendly lovers. Then honourable Lord, and Brother Goldsmith, seeing Time privately tells me, that he hath further employment for me in this your day of Triumph, as best occasion shall give way thereto: here ends my first salutations to yourself, and these grave Senators your worthy brethren, who (in my time) were styled by the Name of Domesmen, Eldermen, or judges of the King's Courts, & were then assistant to me, in care, counsel, and fatherly providence, for this cities good, as these reverend men have been to others; and now will be the like to you. And so I leave ye to your further progression. Leofstane, I charge thee stay. What art thou, that dar'st bar me of my way? He that surveys what ever deeds are done, Abridges, or gives scope, as likes me best; Recalling to the present sight of Sun Actions, that (as forgot) have lain at rest, And now, out of thy long since buried Chest At Bermondsey, raised thee to see this day: Leofstane; 'tis he, that dares compel thy stay. See in how short a while a quiet Soul, Hid from this world five hundred years and more, May be forgetful of great Time's control, By such gay sights as near I saw before. Myself yer while could tell this worthy Lord, Time had revived me, to attend this day: Pardon me then, that I durst breathe a word In contestation, where all ought obey. needs must these gaudier days yield greater crime, When long graned Ghosts dare thus contend with Time.
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PlayChruso-Thriambos: The Triumphs of Gold
AuthorMunday, Anthony
Publication year (edition)1611
First performance / composition (Annals)1611 [Oct 29]
First performance (BritDrama)1611 [Oct 29]
Genre (British Drama)civic play; pageant
Play typeOccasional;Nonprofessional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 688 · TCP A07895 · DEEP 568
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 0–19 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 1 of 6 in this edition
Length467 words · 624 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T18 — Rebels, barons and the king's wars at home at 0.671
Other seedsseed 43: T13 · seed 44: T16 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
IF it ſeeme ſtrange vnto yon (Honourable and woorthy Lorde) that in this manner I preſume to ſaluce yee; the Iuſtice of the preſent cauſe, and the Suffrages due to ſuch daies of Triumph. ſhall inſtantly veild you ample ſatisfaction. Firſt for my ſelfe, I was ſometime as you are now, Lieutenant or Gouernour of this famous Citty, albeit not in ſo milde a forme or temper; in regarde that thoſe dayes of diſturbance and rough combuſtion (after foure ſeuerall Conqueſts of the whole Land, and vnſetled aſſurance in the very laſt) required a ſtearner ſtraine of awfull rule, then now theſe ſweeter ſinging times are able to endure. Portgreues, Prouoſtes, and Bayliffes, were Londons firſt Mgiſtrates, and (of Prouoſts) I the firſt, beeing named Leofstane, and a Golde Smith by my proeſſion, as the powerfull commaund that raiſed me from my Graue at Bermondſey, enſtructes mee that you are, and thought it fit, that the firſt honoured Brother of our auncient Fraternity, ſhould attend this day of your ſolemne Inauguration, hauing a Brother Sheriffe alſo of the ſame Society. For theſe my followers that attend mee now, as in my time of authority they did: hoſtile ſtill, to Londons enimies or rude diſturbers, but peacefull to all her friendly louers. Then honorable Lord, and Brother Gold-Smith, ſeeing Time priuately tels me, that he hath further employment for mee in this your day of Triumph, as beſt occaſion ſhal giue way thereto: heere endes my firſt ſalutations to your ſelfe, and theſe graue Senators your worthy brethren, who (in my time) were ſtyled by the Name of Domeſmen, Elder-men, or Iudges of the Kings Courts, & were then aſſiſtant to me, in care, counſel, and fatherly prouidence, for this Citties good, as theſe reuerend men haue bin to others; and now will be the like to you. And ſo I leaue ye to your further progreſsion. Leofſtane, I charge thee ſtay. What art thou, that dar'ſt bar me of my way? He that ſuruaies what euer deedes are done, Abridges, or giues ſcope, as likes me beſt; Recalling to the preſent ſight of Sunne Actions, that (as forgot) haue lien at reſt, And now, out of thy long ſince buried Cheſt At Bermondſey, raiſd thee to ſee this day: Leofstane; tis he, that dares compell thy ſtay. See in how ſhort a while a quiet Soule, Hid from this world fiue hundred years and more, May be forgetfull of great Times controule, By ſuch gay ſights as nere I ſaw before. My ſelfe yer while could tell this worthy Lord, Time had reuiu'd me, to attend this day: Pardon me then, that I durſt breath a word In conteſtation, where all ought obey. needs muſt theſe gaudier daies yeild greater crime, When long gran'd Ghoſts dare thus contend with Time.