Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing) · chunk 4 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 0.66 · 451 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T19: virtue, fortune, virtues, honour, fame, vice, envy, world, pride, great.
Yet kept alive by Fame; Earls thirty one, And Barons sixty six that path have gone: Of Visecounts only one, your Order took: Turn over one leaf more in our vast book And you may read the Names of Prelates there, Of which one Archbishop your cloth did wear. And Bishops twenty four: of Abbot's seve, As many Priors, to make the number even: Of forty Church men, I, one sub prior add, You from all these, These from you honour had: Women of high blood likewise laid aside Their greater State so to be dignified: Of which a Queen the first was, than a pair of Duke's wives: And to leave the Roll more fair Five Countesses and two Ladies are the last, Whose Birth & Beauties have your Order graced. But I too long spin out this third of Gold; Here breaks it off. Fame hath them All enrolled On a Large File (with Others,) And their Story The world shall read, to Add unto thy Glory, Which I am loath to darken: thousand eyes Yet aching till they enjoy thee, win then that prize Which Virtue holds up for thee, And (that done) Fame shall the end crown, as she hath begun. Set forward. Honour, eldest Child of Fame, Thou far older than thy Name, Waken with my Song, and see One of thine, here waiting thee. Sleep not now But thy brow Chased with Olives, Oak and bay And an age of happy days Upward bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Longing round about him stay Eyes, to make another day, Able with their virtuous Light Utterly to banish Night. All agree This is he Full of bounty, honour, store And a world of goodness more Yet to spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Envy angry with the dead, Far from this place hide thy head: And Opinion, that near knew What was either good or true Fly, I say For this day Shall fair justice, Truth, and Right, And such happy sons of Light To us bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Go on nobly, may thy Name, Be as old, and good as Fame. Ever be remembered here Whilst a blessing, or a tear Is in store With the poor So shall SWINERTON near die, But his virtues upward fly And still spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus ceasing never, He is living, living ever. Fiend's and Furies that dwell under, Lift Hell-gates from their hinges: Come You cloven-footed-brood of Barathrum, Stop, stony her, fright her with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in Envies cheeks.
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Yet kept aliue by Fame; Earles thirty one, And Barons sixty six that path hue gone: Of Visecounts onely one, your Order tooke: Turne ouer one leafe more in our vast booke And you may reade the Names of Prelates there, Of which one Arch-bishop your cloth did weare. And Byshops twenty foure: of Abbots seue, As many Priors, to make the number euen: Of forty Church men, I, one sub prior adde, You from all these, These from you honour had: Women of high bloud likewise laid aside Their greater State so to be dignified: Of which a Queene the first was, then a paire of Dukes wiues: And to leaue the Roll more faire Fiue Countesses and two Ladies are the last, Whose Birth & Beauties haue your Order gracd. But I too long spin out this Thrid of Gold; Here breakes it off. Fame hath them All en-rold On a Large File (with Others,) And their Story The world shall reade, to Adde vnto thy Glory, Which I am loath to darken: thousand eyes Yet aking till they enioy thee, win then that prise Which Vertue holds vp for thee, And (that done) Fame shall the end crowne, as she hath begun. Set forward. HOnor, eldest Child of Fame, Thou farre older then thy Name, Waken with my Song, and see One of thine, here waiting thee. Sleepe not now But thy brow Chac't with Oliues, Oke and Baies And an age of happy dayes Vpward bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Longing round about him stay Eyes, to make another day, Able with their vertuous Light Vtterly to banish Night. All agree This is hee Full of bounty, honour, store And a world of goodnesse more Yet to spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Enuy angry with the dead, Far from this place hide thy head: And Opinion, that nere knew What was either good or true Fly, I say For this day Shall faire Iustice, Truth, and Right, And such happy sonnes of Light To vs bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Goe on nobly, may thy Name, Be as old, and good as Fame. Euer be remembred here Whilst a blessing, or a teare Is in store With the pore So shall SVVINERTON nere dye, But his vertues vpward flye And still spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus ceasing neuer, He is liuing, liuing euer. FIends and Furies that dwell vnder, Lift Hell-gates from their hindges: Come You clouen-footed-brood of Barathrum, Stop, stony her, fright her with your shreekes, And put fresh bloud in Enuyes cheekes.