 | The Trivmphes of re-vnited Britania |  |
The speeches deliuered by the seuerall children,
according to their degrees of seating
in the PAGEANT.
Britannia.
I that sometime was termed Albion,
After the name of Neptunes valiant Sonne:
Albion the Gyant, and so had still held on,
But that my conquest, first by thee begun,
Hath in fames Chronicle such honor woon,
That thy first setting from Albania,
Crownd me thy virgin Queene Britania.
BRUTE.
LOEGRIA.
But she whom thou hadst made one Monarchy
To be so seuerd, to thy sonnes might shew
Some signe of loue, to her small courtesie,
When three possesse what one did solie owe,
It makes more waies to harme then many know.
And so proou'd that deuision of the land,
It brought in warre that hellish fierbrand.
CAMBRIA.
The king of Hunnes entred Albania,
Slew Albanact thy Sonne, and there bare sway,
Till Locrine rose with valiant Cambria,
And to reuendge their Brothers death made way,
Which instantly they did without delay,
And made that Riuer beare the proud kings name,
That thus intruded, drownd him in the same.
ALBANIA.
Faire Elstrid taken in that fatall fight,
And Locrines loue to her, wrong to his wife,
Duke Corineus daughter, deare delight,
That reft both her and Locrine of his life,
Opened a gap to much more dismall strife,
Of all which heauy haps there had bin none,
Had Brute left me one gouernor alone.
BRUTE.
LOCRINE.
England, that first was cald Loegria,
After my name, when I commanded heere:
Giues backe hir due vnto Britannia,
And doth her true borne sonne in right prefer,
Before deuided rule, irreguler.
Wishing my brethren in like sort resigne,
A sacred vnion once more to combine.
CAMBER.
I yeelded long ago, and dyd in heart,
Allow Britanniaes first created name,
My true borne Brutes haue euer tooke her part
And to their last houre will maintaine the same.
ALBANACT.
It is no meruaile though you gladly yeeld,
When the all-ruling power doth so commaund,
I bring that Monarch now into the field,
With peace and plenty in his sacred hand,
To make Britannia one vnited land:
And when I brought him, after times will say
It was Britanniaes happy Holi-day.
Troya Nova.
Then you faire Swans in Thamesis that swim,
And you chose Nymphes that do delight to plaie
On Humber and faire Sauerne, welcome him
In Canzons, Iigges and many a Roun-delay
that from the North brought you this blessed day.
And in one tunefull harmonie lets sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome bright Britaines King.
Thamesis.
I that am Queene of all Britanniaes streames,
The Oceans darling and endeard delight,
that wanton daily with the Sunnes guilt beames
and ore my bosome suffer daie and night,
Faire flotes of ships to saile in goodlie sight:
Vnto my second Brute shall homelie sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome great Britaines King.
Savarne.
Faire Elstrids and Sabrinaes fatall graue,
(Whereby the name of Sauerne fell to me:)
When Locrines Quendoline in anger gaue,
My wombe to be their dismall tragedie,
Whereof my Nymphes (as yet) talke mournfullie,
Vnto my second Brute do likewise sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome great Britaines King.
HVMBER.
Proud Scithians Humber that slew Albanact,
Whose brethren forcst him to a shamefull flight,
When in my watrie armes his life I wrackt,
I tooke his name, and kept it as my right,
For which my Nymphes still dauncing in delight,
With me these Peans and sweet Canzons sing,
Welcome King Iames, our second Brute and king.
Britannia.
I that sometime was termed Albion,
After the name of Neptunes valiant Sonne:
Albion the Gyant, and so had still held on,
But that my conquest, first by thee begun,
Hath in fames Chronicle such honor woon,
That thy first setting from Albania,
Crownd me thy virgin Queene Britania.
BRUTE.
Wherein, recount thy height of happinesse,
Thou that before my honord victorie,
Wert as a base and oregrowne wildernes,
Peopled With men of inciuility,
Huge and stearne Gyants, keeping company
With sauage monsters, thus was Albion then,
Till I first furnisht thee with ciuill men.
Thou that before my honord victorie,
Wert as a base and oregrowne wildernes,
Peopled With men of inciuility,
Huge and stearne Gyants, keeping company
With sauage monsters, thus was Albion then,
Till I first furnisht thee with ciuill men.
Goemagot, and all his barbarous brood,
(When he was foyld by Corineus hand,)
Were quite subdued, and not one withstood
My quiet prograce ouer all thy land,
But, as sole Conqueror, I did commaund:
And then from Albion did I change thy name,
To Brutes Britania, still to hold the same.
(When he was foyld by Corineus hand,)
Were quite subdued, and not one withstood
My quiet prograce ouer all thy land,
But, as sole Conqueror, I did commaund:
And then from Albion did I change thy name,
To Brutes Britania, still to hold the same.
Then built I my New Troy, in memorie
Of whence I came, by Thamesis faire side,
And nature giuing me posterity,
Three worthy sonnes, not long before I died,
My kingdome to them three I did deuide.
And as in three parts I had set it downe,
Each namde his seat, and each did weare a Crowne.
Of whence I came, by Thamesis faire side,
And nature giuing me posterity,
Three worthy sonnes, not long before I died,
My kingdome to them three I did deuide.
And as in three parts I had set it downe,
Each namde his seat, and each did weare a Crowne.
LOEGRIA.
But she whom thou hadst made one Monarchy
To be so seuerd, to thy sonnes might shew
Some signe of loue, to her small courtesie,
When three possesse what one did solie owe,
It makes more waies to harme then many know.
And so proou'd that deuision of the land,
It brought in warre that hellish fierbrand.
CAMBRIA.
The king of Hunnes entred Albania,
Slew Albanact thy Sonne, and there bare sway,
Till Locrine rose with valiant Cambria,
And to reuendge their Brothers death made way,
Which instantly they did without delay,
And made that Riuer beare the proud kings name,
That thus intruded, drownd him in the same.
ALBANIA.
Faire Elstrid taken in that fatall fight,
And Locrines loue to her, wrong to his wife,
Duke Corineus daughter, deare delight,
That reft both her and Locrine of his life,
Opened a gap to much more dismall strife,
Of all which heauy haps there had bin none,
Had Brute left me one gouernor alone.
BRUTE.
See, after so long slumbring in our toombes
Such multitudes of yeares, rich poesie,
That does reuiue vs to fill vp these roomes
And tell our former ages Historie,
(The better to record Brutes memorie,)
Turnes now our accents to another key,
To tell olde Britaines new borne happy day.
Such multitudes of yeares, rich poesie,
That does reuiue vs to fill vp these roomes
(The better to record Brutes memorie,)
Turnes now our accents to another key,
To tell olde Britaines new borne happy day.
That seperation of her sinewed strength,
Weeping so many hundred yeeres of woes
Whereto that learned Barde dated long length
Before those vlcerd wounds againe could close,
And reach vnto their former first dispose.
Hath run his course thorough times sandie glasse,
And brought the former happines that was.
Weeping so many hundred yeeres of woes
Whereto that learned Barde dated long length
Before those vlcerd wounds againe could close,
And reach vnto their former first dispose.
Hath run his course thorough times sandie glasse,
And brought the former happines that was.
Albania, Scotland, where my sonne was slaine
And where my follies wretchednes began,
Hath bred another Brute, that giues againe
to Britaine her first name, he is the man
On whose faire birth our elder wits did scan,
Which Prophet-like seuenth Henry did forsee,
Of whose faire childe comes Britaines vnitie.
And where my follies wretchednes began,
Hath bred another Brute, that giues againe
to Britaine her first name, he is the man
On whose faire birth our elder wits did scan,
Which Prophet-like seuenth Henry did forsee,
Of whose faire childe comes Britaines vnitie.
And what fierce war by no meanes could effect,
To re-vnite those sundred lands in one,
The hand of heauen did peacefully elect
By mildest grace, to seat on Britaines throne
This second Brute, then whom there else was none.
Wales, England, Scotland, seuerd first by me:
To knit againe in blessed vnity.
To re-vnite those sundred lands in one,
The hand of heauen did peacefully elect
By mildest grace, to seat on Britaines throne
This second Brute, then whom there else was none.
Wales, England, Scotland, seuerd first by me:
To knit againe in blessed vnity.
For this Britannia rides in triumph thus,
For this these Sister-kingdomes now shake hands,
Brutes Troy, (now London) lookes most amorous
And stands on tiptoe, telling forraine lands,
So long as Seas beare ships, or shores haue sands:
So long shall we in true deuotion pray,
And praise high heauen for that most happy day.
For this these Sister-kingdomes now shake hands,
Brutes Troy, (now London) lookes most amorous
And stands on tiptoe, telling forraine lands,
So long shall we in true deuotion pray,
And praise high heauen for that most happy day.
LOCRINE.
England, that first was cald Loegria,
After my name, when I commanded heere:
Giues backe hir due vnto Britannia,
And doth her true borne sonne in right prefer,
Before deuided rule, irreguler.
Wishing my brethren in like sort resigne,
A sacred vnion once more to combine.
CAMBER.
I yeelded long ago, and dyd in heart,
Allow Britanniaes first created name,
My true borne Brutes haue euer tooke her part
And to their last houre will maintaine the same.
ALBANACT.
It is no meruaile though you gladly yeeld,
When the all-ruling power doth so commaund,
I bring that Monarch now into the field,
With peace and plenty in his sacred hand,
To make Britannia one vnited land:
And when I brought him, after times will say
It was Britanniaes happy Holi-day.
Then you faire Swans in Thamesis that swim,
And you chose Nymphes that do delight to plaie
On Humber and faire Sauerne, welcome him
In Canzons, Iigges and many a Roun-delay
that from the North brought you this blessed day.
And in one tunefull harmonie lets sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome bright Britaines King.
Thamesis.
I that am Queene of all Britanniaes streames,
The Oceans darling and endeard delight,
that wanton daily with the Sunnes guilt beames
and ore my bosome suffer daie and night,
Faire flotes of ships to saile in goodlie sight:
Vnto my second Brute shall homelie sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome great Britaines King.
Savarne.
Faire Elstrids and Sabrinaes fatall graue,
(Whereby the name of Sauerne fell to me:)
When Locrines Quendoline in anger gaue,
My wombe to be their dismall tragedie,
Whereof my Nymphes (as yet) talke mournfullie,
Vnto my second Brute do likewise sing,
Welcome King Iames, welcome great Britaines King.
HVMBER.
Proud Scithians Humber that slew Albanact,
Whose brethren forcst him to a shamefull flight,
When in my watrie armes his life I wrackt,
I tooke his name, and kept it as my right,
For which my Nymphes still dauncing in delight,
With me these Peans and sweet Canzons sing,
Welcome King Iames, our second Brute and king.
FINIS.
| The Trivmphes of re-vnited Britania | |