Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing) · chunk 3 of 5
Dekker, Thomas · published 1612 · first performed or written 1612 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant T19 Virtue, Fortune and Vice as abstractions typicality 0.73 · 452 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
On, on, the beams of Virtue, are so bright, They dazzle Envy, on: the Hag's put to flight. Snakes, from your virulent spawn engender Dragons, that may piece-meal rend her, Adders shoot your stings like quills Of Porcupines, (Stiff) hot Aetnean hills Vomit sulphur to confound her, Fiends and Furies (that dwell under) Lift hell gates from their hinges: come You cloven-foote-broode of Barrathrum, Stop, stay her, fright her, with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in envies cheeks. On, on, the beams of Virtue, are so bright, They dazzle Envy: on the Hag's put to flight. Shoot, Shoot, etc. All that are with Enuy. WElcome to Fame's high Temple: here fix fast Thy footing; for the ways which thou hast past Will be forgot and worn out, and no Tract Of steps observed, but what thou now shalt Act. The book is shut of thy precedent deeds, And Fame unclaspes another, where she reads (Aloud) the Chronickle of a dangerous year, For Each Eye will look through thee, and Each Ear Waylay thy Words and Works. Thou'st yet but gone About a Pyramids foot; the Tops not won, That's glass; who slides there, falls, and once fallen down Never more rises: No Art cures Renown The wound being sent to th' Heart. 'tis kept from thence By a strong Armour, virtues influence; She guides thee, Follow her. In this Court of Fame None else but Virtue can unroll thy Name. Erect thou then a Serious Eye, And look What Worthies fill up Fame's Voluminous book, That now (thine own name read there) none may blot Thy leaf with soul ink, nor thy Margin quoate With any Act of Thine, which may disgrace This cities choice, thyself, or this thy Place: Or, that which may dishonour the high Merits Of thy Renowned Society: Royal Spirits Of Princes holding it a grace to wear That Crimson Badge, which these about them bear, Yea, Kings themselves 'mongst you have Fellows been, Styled by the Name of a Free-citizen: For instance, see, seven English Kings there placed, Clothed in your Livery, The first Seat being graced By second Richard: next him * Bullingbrooke: Then, that Fift (thundering) Henry: who all France shook: By him, his son (six Henry) By his side Fourth Edward: who the Roses did divide: Richard the third, next him, and then that King, Who made both Roses in one Branch to spring: A Spring of which Branch, (Highest now but One) Is Henry Prince of Wales, followed by none: Who of this Brotherhood, last and best steps forth, Honouring your Hall: To Heighten more your worth. I can a Register show of seventeen more, (Princes and Dukes All:) entombed long before,
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On, on, the beames of Vertue, are so bright, They dazle Enuy, on: the Hag's put to flight. Snakes, from your virulent spawne ingender Dragons, that may peece-meale rend her, Adders shoote your stings like quils Of Porcupines, (Stiffe) hot Aetnean hils Vomit sulphure to confound her, Fiendes and Furies (that dwell vnder) Lift hell gates from their hindges: come You clouen-foote-broode of Barrathrum, Stop, stay her, fright her, with your shreekes, And put fresh bloud in Enuies cheekes. On, on, the beames of Vertue, are so bright, They dazle Enuy: on the Hag's put to flight. Shoote, Shoote, &c. All that are with Enuy. VVElcome to Fames high Temple: here fix fast Thy footing; for the wayes which thou hast past Will be forgot and worne out, and no Tract Of steps obseru'd, but what thou now shalt Act. The booke is shut of thy precedent deedes, And Fame vnclaspes another, where shee reades (Aloud) the Chronickle of a dangerous yeare, For Each Eye will looke through thee, and Each Eare Way-lay thy Words and Workes. Th'hast yet but gon About a Pyramid's foote; the Top's not won, That's glasse; who slides there, fals, and once falne downe Neuer more rises: No Art cures Renowne The wound being sent to 'th Heart. Tis kept from thence By a strong Armor, Vertues influence; She guides thee, Follow her. In this Court of Fame None else but Vertue can enrole thy Name. Erect thou then a Serious Eye, And looke What Worthies fill vp Fames Voluminous booke, That now (thine owne name read there) none may blot Thy leafe with soule inke, nor thy Margent quoate With any Act of Thine, which may disgrace This Citties choice, thy selfe, or this thy Place: Or, that which may dishonour the high Merits Of thy Renown'd Society: Roiall Spirits Of Princes holding it a grace to weare That Crimson Badge, which these about them beare, Yea, Kings themselues 'mongst you haue Fellowes bene, Stil'd by the Name of a Free-citizen: For instance, see, seuen English Kings there plac'd, Cloth'd in your Liuery, The first Seate being grac'd By second Richard: next him Bullingbrooke: Then, that Fift (thundring) Henry: who all France shook: By him, his sonne (sixth Henry) By his side Fourth Edward: who the Roses did diuide: Richard the third, next him, and then that King, Who made both Roses in one Branch to spring: A Spring of which Branch, (Highest now but One) Is Henry Prince of Wales, followed by none: Who of this Brotherhood, last and best steps forth, Honouring your Hall: To Heighthen more your worth. I can a Register show of seuenteene more, (Princes and Dukes All:) entombed long before,