London's Tempe, or The Field of Happiness · chunk 3 of 3
Dekker, Thomas · published 1629 · first performed or written 1629 [Oct 29] (Annals) civic play; pageant unassigned nearest T24 Apollo, Phoebus and the Muses · 453 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T24: apollo, phoebus, midas, muses, ears, play, hedone, gods, siren, time.
WElcome (great Praetor) Now hear Titan speak, Whose beams to Crown this Day, through Clouds thus Break My coach of beaten gold is set aside, My Horses to Ambrosial mangers tied, Why is this done? why leave I mine own Sphere? But here to circled You, for a whole Year: Embrace then Titan's Counsel:— Now so Guide The Chariot of your sway in a Just Pace, That All (to come hereafter) may with Pride, Say, None like you did Noblier quit the Place▪ Lower than Now you are in Fame, Never fall, Note me (the Sun) who in my Noon Career, Renders a shadow, short or None at all, And so, since Honour's Zodiac is your sphere, A shrub to you must be the tallest Pine, On poor and rich you Equally must shine. This if you Do, my Arms shall ever spread About those Rooms you Feast in:— From her head Flora, her garlands pluck (being Queen of Flowers) To dress your Parlours up like summer's Bowers: Ceres, lay golden sheaffes on your full board, With fruit you from Pomona shall be sloard, Whilst Ver and Estas (Spring and Summer) Drive From this your Tempe, Winter, till he Dive I'th' frozen Zone, and Titan's Radiant shield Guard Campe-bels Beuch ampe, London's fairest field. APollo never stuck in Admiration till now: My Delphos is removen hither; my Oracles are spoken here: Here the Sages utter their wisdom, Here the Sibyls their divine verses. I see Senators this day in Scarlet riding to the Capitol, and to morrow the same men riding up and down the field in Armours Gowned Citizens, and Warlike Gowne-men. The Gun here gives place, and the own takes the upper hand. The Gown and the Gun march in one File together. Happy King that has such people, happy Land in such a King! Happy Praetor so graced with Honours! Happy Senators so obeyed by Citizens. And happy Citizens that can command such Triumphs. Good in your full glories: whilst Apollo, and these Mistresses of the Learned Sciences, waft you to that Honourable shore; whither Time bids you hasten to arrive. AFter the glorious troubles of this day, Night bids you welcome home,— Night who does lay All pomp, all Triumphs, by,- state, now desends, Here or Officious Train their service ends, And yet not all, for see: the golden Sun, Albeiu he had his days work fully done, Sits up above his hour, and does his best To keep the stars from lighting you to rest, Him will I take along to lay his head In Tethys' lape, Peace therefore Guard your beds: In your year's Zediacke may you fairly move, Shined on by Angels, blest with goodness love.
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WElcome (great Praetor) Now heare Tytan ſpeake, Whoſe beames to Crowne this Day, through Clouds thus Breake My coach of beaten gold is ſet aſide, My Horſes to Ambroſiall mangers tied, Why is this done? why leaue I mine owne Sphere? But here to circle You, for a whole Yeare: Embrace then Tytans Counſell: —Now ſo Guide The Chariot of your ſway in a Iust Pace, That All (to come hereafter) may with Pride, Say, None like you did Noblier quit the Place▪ Lower than Now you are in Fame, Neuer fall, Note me (the Sunne) who in my Noone Careere, Renders a ſhaddow, ſhort or None at all, And ſo, ſince Honors Zodiac is your ſphaere, A ſhrub to you muſt be the talleſt Pine, On poore and rich you Equally muſt ſhine. This if you Doe, my Armes ſhall euer ſpread About thoſe Roomes you Feast in:—From her head Flora, her garlands plucke (beeing Queene of Flowers) To dreſſe your Parlors vp like ſummers Bowers: Ceres, lay golden ſheaffes on your full boord, With fruit you from Pomona ſhall be ſloard, Whilſt Ver and Eſtas (Spring and Sommer) Driue From this your Tempe, Winter, till he Diue I'th frozen Zone, and Tytans Radiant ſhield Guard Campe-bels Beuch ampe, Londons faireſt field. APollo neuer ſtucke in Admiration till now: My Delphos is remouen hither; my Oracles are ſpoken here: Here the Sages vtter their wiſedome, Here the Sybels their diuine verſes. I ſee Senators this day in Scarlet riding to the Capitoll, and to morrow the ſame men riding vp and downe the field in Armors Gowned Citizens, and Warlike Gowne-men. The Gunne here giues place, and the owne takes the vpper hand. The Gowne and the Gunne march in one File together. Happy King that has ſuch people, happy Land in ſuch a King! Happy Pretor ſo grac'd with Honors! Happy Senators ſo obayed by Citizens. And happy Citizens that can command ſuch Triumphes. Good in your full glories: whilſt Apollo, and theſe Miſtreſſes of the Learned Sciences, waft you to that Honourable ſhore; whither Time bids you haſten to arriue. AFter the glorious troubles of this day, Night bids you welcome home,—Night who does lay All pompe, all Triumphs, by,-ſtate, now deſends, Here or Officious Trayne their ſeruice ends, And yet not all, for ſee: the golden Sunne, Albeiu he had his dayes worke fully done, Sits vp aboue his houre, and does his beſt To keepe the ſtarres from lighting you to reſt, Him will I take along to lay his head In Tethys lape, Peace therefore Guard your bedds: In your yeares Zediacke may you fairely moue, Shin'd on by Angels, bleſt with goodnes loue.