Chruso-Thriambos: The Triumphs of Gold · chunk 3 of 6
Munday, Anthony · published 1611 · first performed or written 1611 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T30 Constables, justices and the watch · 482 words
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AStonishment and frightful wonder, Shakes and splits my soul in sunder. Cannot graves contain their dead, Where long they have lain buried, But to Triumphs, sports, and shows They must be raised? Alack, God knows They count their quiet slumber hlest, Free from disturbance, and unrest. I know it well good man. Yet look about, And recollect thy spirits free from fear, Note what thou seest. How? Whence? or where May I suppose myself? Well I wot, (If Faringdon mistake it not) That ancient famous Cathedral, Hight the Church of blessed Paul. And that this Ward well witness can, Once thereof I was Alderman, And gave it mine own proper name. I built these gates, the very same. But when I note this goodly train, (Yelad in Scarlet) it should say (And sooth too) that these are they Who watch for London night and day, Grave Magistrates; of which fair band, When second Edward swayed this land, Four several times the chief was I, And Lord of London's Mayoralty. As by the bearing of that sword, It seems that ye are London's Lord: To whom becomes me lout full low, Old duty yet (methinks) I know. Turn now thy Glass to instant day, And let old Faringdon thee pray: Good Time, resolve him, what is he, Graced with this day of Dignity? A Brother of the goldsmiths Company, Whose virtues, worth, and special love of all, Hath raised unto this high authority. Moreover note, how fit his lot doth fall, That time should likewise at this instant call, A Sheriff of the same Society: To bear a part in this Solemnity. See how the brethren of that worthy band, Abound in love and liberality; To grace this jovial day; On tiptoe stand Their jocund Spirits: joying mutually, In Maior and Sheriff of their Company. How can thy Ghost then, but rejoice to see: This honour of thine own Society? joy and gladsome iovissance, Doth old Faringdon entrance, To hear the tale that Time hath told, Since those reverend days of old, Unto this great Solemnity, For Brethren of my Company. Glad and golden be your days, Live in Prince and people's praise: Honour London with your care, Study still for her welfare: And as goldsmiths both you are, Such good and golden deeds prepare, That may renown our Mystery, To times of utmost memory. My minute calls, and Ghosts must go. Yet loathe I am to leave ye so. For I could well spend out this day, And do what service else I may; Were Time but pleased that I might stay. Time, that in this days honour raised us both, Means not (I trust) so soon to sunder us: To see that separation, I am loath, Be then to both so kind and gracious; That we may wait upon this worthy man: And do him yet what service else we can.
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AStoniſhment and frightful wonder, Shakes and ſplits my ſoule in ſunder. Cannot graues containe their dead, Where long they haue lien buried, But to Triumphs, ſports, and ſhowes They muſt be raiſd? Alacke, God knowes They count their quiet ſlumber hleſt, Free from diſturbance, and vnreſt. I know it well good man. Yet looke about, And recollect thy ſpirits free from feare, Note what thou ſeeſt. How? Whence? or where May I ſuppoſe my ſelfe? Well I wot, (If Faringdon miſtake it not) That ancient famous Cathedrall, Hight the Church of bleſſed Paul. And that this Ward well witneſſe can, Once thereof I was Alderman, And gaue it mine owne proper name. I built theſe gates, the verie ſame. But when I note this goodly traine, (Yelad in Scarlet) it ſhould ſayen (And ſoothly too) that theſe are they Who watch for London night and day, Graue Magiſtrates; of which faire band, When ſecond Edward ſwayd this land, Foure ſeuerall times the chiefe was I, And Lord of Londons Maioralty. As by the bearing of that ſword, It ſeemes that ye are Londons Lord: To whom becomes me loute full lowe, Old dutie yet (methinkes) I know. Turne now thy Glaſſe to inſtant day, And let old Faringdon thee pray: Good Time, reſolue him, what is he, Grac'd with this day of Dignitie? A Brother of the Gold-Smiths Company, Whoſe vertues, worth, and ſpeciall loue of all, Hath raiſd vnto this high authority. Moreouer note, how fit his lot doth fall, That time ſhould likewiſe at this inſtant call, A Sheriffe of the ſame Society: To beare a part in this Solemnity. See how the Bretheren of that worthy band, Abound in loue and liberality; To grace this Iouiall day; On tip-toe ſtand Their iocond Spirits: Ioying mutually, In Maior and Sheriffe of their Company. How can thy Ghoſt then, but reioyce to ſee: This honour of thine owne Society? Ioy and gladſome iouiſſance, Doth old Faringdon in-trance, To heare the tale that Time hath told, Since thoſe reuerend daies of old, Vnto this great Solemnity, For Brethren of my Company. Glad and golden be your daies, Liue in Prince and peoples praiſe: Honour London with your care, Study ſtill for her welfare: And as Gold-Smiths both you are, Such good and golden deeds prepare, That may renowne our Myſtery, To times of vtmoſt memory. My minute cals, and Ghoſts muſt go. Yet loath I am to leaue ye ſo. For I could well ſpend out this day, And doe what ſeruice elſe I may; Were Time but pleaſde that I might ſtay. Time, that in this daies honour raiſde vs both, Meanes not (I truſt) ſo ſoone to ſunder vs: To ſee that ſeparation, I am loath, Be then to both ſo kind and gracious; That we may waite vpon this worthy man: And do him yet what ſeruice elſe we can.