The ioyfvll receyuing of the Queens most excellent Maiestie into hir Highnesse Citie of Norvvich: The thing done in the time of hir abode there: and the Dolor of the citie at hir departure. Wherein are set downe diuers orations in Latine, pronounced to hir Highnesse by Sir Robert Wood Knight, now maior of the same citie, and others: and certaine also deliuered to hir Maiestie in vvriting: euery of the[m] turned into English [by Bernard Garter] |
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[Feare not oh Queene, thou arte beloued so]
Then marched they aboute agayne, and that done, Iupiter spake to the Queene in this sorte, and then gaue her a ryding Wande of Whales fin curiously wrought.
Feare not oh Queene, thou arte beloued so,
As Subiectes true, will truely thee defende:
Feare not my power to ouerthrow thy wo,
I am the God that can eche misse amende.
Thou doest know, great Ivpiter am I,
That gaue thee fyrst thy happy Soueraigntie.
As Subiectes true, will truely thee defende:
Feare not my power to ouerthrow thy wo,
I am the God that can eche misse amende.
Thou doest know, great Ivpiter am I,
That gaue thee fyrst thy happy Soueraigntie.
I giue thee still, as euer thou haste had,
A peerelesse power, vnto thy dying daye:
I giue thee rule to ouercome the bad,
And loue, to loue thy louing Subiectes aye.
I giue thee heere this small and slender wande,
To shew, thou shalt in quyet rule the Lande.
A peerelesse power, vnto thy dying daye:
I giue thee rule to ouercome the bad,
And loue, to loue thy louing Subiectes aye.
I giue thee heere this small and slender wande,
To shew, thou shalt in quyet rule the Lande.
Then Iuno spake, whose gift was a Purse curyously wrought.
Is Ivno rich? no sure she is not so
She wantes that wealth, that is not wanting heere,
Thy good gets thee friendes, my welth wins many a foe,
My riches rustes, thyne shyne passing cleere.
Thou art beloued of Subiectes farre and nye,
Which is such wealth as money cannot bye.
She wantes that wealth, that is not wanting heere,
Thy good gets thee friendes, my welth wins many a foe,
My riches rustes, thyne shyne passing cleere.
Thou art beloued of Subiectes farre and nye,
Which is such wealth as money cannot bye.
Farewell fayre Queene, I cannot giue thee aught,
Nor take away thy good that is so bound:
Thou canst not giue, that I so long haue sought,
Ne can I hold the riches thou hast found,
Yet take this gifte, though poore I seeme to be,
That thou thy selfe shalt neuer poorer be.
Nor take away thy good that is so bound:
Thou canst not giue, that I so long haue sought,
Ne can I hold the riches thou hast found,
That thou thy selfe shalt neuer poorer be.
Then after they had marched agayne about, Mars gaue his gift, which was a fayre payre of Knyues, and sayd.
VVhere force doth fiercely seeke to foster wrong,
There Mars doth make him make a quick recoyle,
Nor can indure that he should harbour long,
Where naughty wights manure in goodly soyle.
This is the vse that aydes the force of Warre,
That Mars doth mend, that force doth seeke to marre.
There Mars doth make him make a quick recoyle,
Nor can indure that he should harbour long,
Where naughty wights manure in goodly soyle.
This is the vse that aydes the force of Warre,
That Mars doth mend, that force doth seeke to marre.
And though oh Queene thou beest a Prince of peace,
Yet shalt thou haue me fastly sure at neede:
The stormes of stryfe, and blustering broyles to cease,
Which forraigne foes, or faythlesse friendes may breede.
To conquer, kill, to vanquish and subdue,
Such fayned folke, as loues to liue vntrue.
Yet shalt thou haue me fastly sure at neede:
The stormes of stryfe, and blustering broyles to cease,
Which forraigne foes, or faythlesse friendes may breede.
To conquer, kill, to vanquish and subdue,
Such fayned folke, as loues to liue vntrue.
These wordes were grauen on those Knyues.
To hurt your foe, and helpe your friend,
These Knyues are made vnto that end.
Both blunt and sharpe you shall vs fynde,
As pleaseth best your Princely mynde.
These Knyues are made vnto that end.
Both blunt and sharpe you shall vs fynde,
As pleaseth best your Princely mynde.
Then spake Venus, whose gift was a whyte Doue.
In vayne (fayre Queene) from Heauen my comming was,
To seeke tamend that is no way amis:
For now I see thy fauour so doth passe,
That none but thou, thou onely she it is,
Whose bewty bids ech wight to looke on thee,
By view they may an other Venvs see.
To seeke tamend that is no way amis:
For now I see thy fauour so doth passe,
That none but thou, thou onely she it is,
Whose bewty bids ech wight to looke on thee,
By view they may an other Venvs see.
Where bewty boastes, and fauour doth not fayle,
What may I giue to thee O worthy wight?
This is my gift, there shall no woe preuayle,
That seekes thy will, agaynst thy willes delight,
Not where they will, but where it likes thy minde,
Accept that friend, if loyall thou him finde.
What may I giue to thee O worthy wight?
This is my gift, there shall no woe preuayle,
That seekes thy will, agaynst thy willes delight,
Accept that friend, if loyall thou him finde.
The Doue being caste off, ranne directly to the Queene, and being taken vppe and set vppon the Table before hir Maiestie, sate so quietly, as if it had bin tied.
Then after they had marched again about Apollo presēted his gift, which was, an Instrument called a Bandonet, and did sing to the saide Instrument this Dittie, as he played.
It seemeth straunge to see such strangers here,
Yet not so straunge, but straungers knows you well:
Your vertuous thoughts to Gods do plaine appeare,
Your acts on earth bewraies how you excell:
You cannot die, Loue here hath made your lease,
Whiche Gods haue sent, and God sayeth shal not cease.
Vertuous desire desired me to sing,
No Subiects sute, thoughe suters they were all,
Apollos gifts are subiects to no King,
Rare are thy gifts, that did Apollo call,
Then still reioyce, sithens God and Man say so,
This is my gift, thou neuer shalt haue woe.
Yet not so straunge, but straungers knows you well:
Your vertuous thoughts to Gods do plaine appeare,
Your acts on earth bewraies how you excell:
You cannot die, Loue here hath made your lease,
Whiche Gods haue sent, and God sayeth shal not cease.
Vertuous desire desired me to sing,
No Subiects sute, thoughe suters they were all,
Apollos gifts are subiects to no King,
Rare are thy gifts, that did Apollo call,
Then still reioyce, sithens God and Man say so,
This is my gift, thou neuer shalt haue woe.
Pallas then speaketh, and presenteth hir gifte, whiche was a Booke of Wisedome.
Most worthy wight, what wouldste thou haue of me?
Thou haste so muche, thou canste enioy no more:
I cannot giue, that once I gaue to thee,
Nor take away thy good I gaue before.
I robbed was by Natures good consent
Againste my will, and yet I was content.
A Pallas thou, a Princesse I will be:
I Queene of losse, thou Goddesse whiche haste got:
I sometime was, thou onely now arte she,
I take, thou gauest that lucke that was my lot,
I giue not thee this Booke to learne thee aught,
For that I knowe already thou arte taught.
Thou haste so muche, thou canste enioy no more:
I cannot giue, that once I gaue to thee,
Nor take away thy good I gaue before.
I robbed was by Natures good consent
Againste my will, and yet I was content.
A Pallas thou, a Princesse I will be:
I Queene of losse, thou Goddesse whiche haste got:
I sometime was, thou onely now arte she,
I take, thou gauest that lucke that was my lot,
For that I knowe already thou arte taught.
Then after they had marched againe about, Neptvne did speake: his gifte was, a great Artificiall Fishe, and in the belly thereof a noble Pike, which he threwe out before hir Maiestie.
What arte thou (Queene) that Gods do loue thee so?
Who woon their willes to be so at thy will?
How can the worlde become thy cruell foe?
How can Disdaine or Mallice seeke to kill?
Can Sea or Earth deuise to hurte thy hap,
Since thou by Gods doest sit in Fortunes lap.
Who woon their willes to be so at thy will?
How can the worlde become thy cruell foe?
How can Disdaine or Mallice seeke to kill?
Can Sea or Earth deuise to hurte thy hap,
Since thou by Gods doest sit in Fortunes lap.
As Heauen and Earth haue vowed to be thine,
So Neptvnes Seas haue sworne to drench thy foes,
As I am God, and all the waters mine,
Still shalte thou get, but neuer shalt thou lose:
And since on Earth my wealth is nought at all,
Accept good will, the gifte is verye small.
So Neptvnes Seas haue sworne to drench thy foes,
As I am God, and all the waters mine,
Still shalte thou get, but neuer shalt thou lose:
And since on Earth my wealth is nought at all,
Accept good will, the gifte is verye small.
Diana presented a Bowe and Arrowes nocked and headed with siluer. Hir speache was thys.
Who euer found on Earth a constant friend,
That may compare wyth this my Virgin Queene?
Who euer found a body and a mynde
So free from staine, so perfect to be seene,
Oh Heauenly hewe, that aptest is to soile,
And yet doste liue from blot of any foyle
Rare is thy gifte; and giuen to fewe or none,
Malist therefore of some that dare not saye,
More shines thy light, for that I know but one,
That any suche shew, to followe on their way.
Thou thou arte shee, take thou the onely praise,
For chastest Dame in these oure happy daies:
Accept my Bowe, since beste thou dost deserue,
Thoughe well I knowe thy mynde can thee preserue.
That may compare wyth this my Virgin Queene?
Who euer found a body and a mynde
So free from staine, so perfect to be seene,
Oh Heauenly hewe, that aptest is to soile,
And yet doste liue from blot of any foyle
Rare is thy gifte; and giuen to fewe or none,
Malist therefore of some that dare not saye,
More shines thy light, for that I know but one,
That any suche shew, to followe on their way.
Thou thou arte shee, take thou the onely praise,
For chastest Dame in these oure happy daies:
Accept my Bowe, since beste thou dost deserue,
Thoughe well I knowe thy mynde can thee preserue.
Cupido his speeche, his gift an Arrow of Golde.
Ah ha, I see my mother out of sight,
Then let the boy nowe play the wag a while,
I seeme but weake, yet weake is not my might,
My boyishe wit can oldest folke beguile.
Who so doth thinke, I speake this but in iest,
Let me but shoote, and I shall quench his reste,
Marke here my shafts: This all is made of woodde,
Whiche is but softe, and breedes but softe goodwill.
Nowe this is guilte, yet seemes it golde full good,
And doth deceiue blinde louing people still.
But here is one is seldome felte or seene:
This is of Golde, meete for the noblest Queene.
Wherefore Dame faire, take thou this gifte of me,
Thoughe some deserue, yet none deserue like you,
Shoote but this shafte at King or Cæsar: He,
And he is thine, and if thou wilte allowe.
It is a gifte, that many here woulde craue,
Yet none, but thou, this golden Shafte maye haue.
Then let the boy nowe play the wag a while,
I seeme but weake, yet weake is not my might,
My boyishe wit can oldest folke beguile.
Who so doth thinke, I speake this but in iest,
Let me but shoote, and I shall quench his reste,
Marke here my shafts: This all is made of woodde,
Whiche is but softe, and breedes but softe goodwill.
Nowe this is guilte, yet seemes it golde full good,
And doth deceiue blinde louing people still.
But here is one is seldome felte or seene:
This is of Golde, meete for the noblest Queene.
Wherefore Dame faire, take thou this gifte of me,
Thoughe some deserue, yet none deserue like you,
Shoote but this shafte at King or Cæsar: He,
And he is thine, and if thou wilte allowe.
It is a gifte, that many here woulde craue,
Yet none, but thou, this golden Shafte maye haue.
There was written vppon the shafte.
My Coulour Ioy, my Substaunce Pure,
My Vertue suche as shall endure.
My Vertue suche as shall endure.
Goldingham.
FINIS.
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