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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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[Leaue of to muse most gracious Prince of English soile]

The first Pageante was in Saint Stephens Parish in this manner.

Then spake Debora.

[From slumber softe I fell a sleepe]

[Feare not oh Queene, thou arte beloued so]

[Terrestriall Ioyes are tied with sclender file]

[VVhat vayleth life, where sorrowe soakes the harte?]

To the Sunne couered with cloudes, vpon Monday, being the .18. of August. 1578.

By the same.

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Then spake Debora.

VVhere princes sitting in their thrones set god before their sight
And liue according to his lawe, and guide their people right,
There doth his blessed giftes abounde, there kingdomes firmely stand
There force of foes cannot preuayle, nor furie fret the lande.
My selfe (oh peerlesse Prince) do speake by proofe of matter past,
VVhich proofe by practise I perfourmde, and foylde his foes at last.
For Iabin king of Canaan, poore Israel did spight,
And ment by force of furious rage to ouerrun vs quite.
Nyne hundred Iron Chariots, he brought into the field.
VVith cruell captaine Sisera by force to make vs yeelde.
His force was great, his fraude was more, he fought, we did defende,
And twenty winters long did last this warre without an end.
But he that neyther sleepes nor slackes such furies to correct,
Appointed me Debora for the iudge of his elect:
And did deliuer Sisera into a womans hande.
I slewe them all, and so in rest his people helde the lande.
So mightie prince, that puisaunt Lord, hath plaste thee here to be,
The rule of this triumphant Realme alone belongth to thee.

Continue as thou hast begon, weede out the wicked route,
Vpholde the simple, meeke and good, pull downe the proud & stoute.
Thus shalt thou liue and raigne in rest, and mightie God shalt please.
Thy state be sure, thy subiectes safe, thy common welth at ease.
Thy God shal graunt thee length of life, to glorify his name,
Thy deedes shall be recorded, in the booke of lasting fame.

B. G.

FINIS.

University of Virginia Library

Then spake Debora.