Troia-Noua Triumphans London Triumphing, or The Solemne, Magnificent, and Memorable Receiving of that worthy Gentleman, Sir Iohn Svvinerton Knight, into the Citty of London, after his Returne from taking The Oath of Maioralty at Westminster, on the Morrow, next after Simon and Iudes day, being the 29. of October. 1612 |
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The fourth Deuice.
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The fourth Deuice.
This Throne of Vertue passeth along vntill it come to the Crosse in Cheape, where the presentation of another Triumph attends to welcome the Lord Maior, in his passage, the Chariot of Vertue is drawne then along, this other that followes taking her place, the Deuice bearing this argument.
Vertue hauing by helpe of her followers, conducted
The onely speaker heere is Fame her selfe, whose wordes sound out these glad welcomes.
The speech of Fame.
Thy footing; for the wayes which thou hast past
Will be forgot and worne out, and no Tract
Of steps obseru'd, but what thou now shalt Act.
The booke is shut of thy precedent deedes,
And Fame vnclaspes another, where shee reades
(Aloud) the Chronickle of a dangerous yeare,
For Each Eye will looke through thee, and Each Eare
Way-lay thy Words and Workes. Th'hast yet but gon
About a Pyramid's foote; the Top's not won,
That's glasse; who slides there, fals, and once falne downe
Neuer more rises: No Art cures Renowne
The wound being sent to'th Heart. Tis kept from thence
By a strong Armor, Vertues influence;
She guides thee, Follow her. In this Court of Fame
None else but Vertue can enrole thy Name.
That now (thine owne name read there) none may blot
Thy leafe with foule inke, nor thy Margent quoate
With any Act of Thine, which may disgrace
This Citties choice, thy selfe, or this thy Place:
Or, that which may dishonour the high Merits
Of thy Renown'd Society: Roiall Spirits
Of Princes holding it a grace to weare
That Crimson Badge, which these about them beare,
Yea, Kings themselues 'mongst you haue Fellowes bene,
Stil'd by the Name of a Free-citizen:
For instance, see, seuen English Kings there plac'd,
Cloth'd in your Liuery, The first Seate being grac'd
By second Richard: next him Bullingbrooke:
Then, that Fift (thundring) Henry: who all France shook:
By him, his sonne (sixth Henry) By his side
Fourth Edward: who the Roses did diuide:
Richard the third, next him, and then that King,
Who made both Roses in one Branch to spring:
A Sprig of which Branch, (Highest now but One)
Is Henry Prince of Wales, followed by none:
Who of this Brotherhood, last and best steps forth,
Honouring your Hall: To Heighthen more your worth.
I can a Register show of seuenteene more,
(Princes and Dukes All:) entombed long before,
Yet kept aliue by Fame; Earles thirty one,
And Barons sixty six that path haue 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.
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.
Those Princes and Dukes (besides the Kings nominated
before) are these.
Iohn Duke of Lancaster. In the time of Richard the second.
Edmond Duke of Yorke. In the time of Richard the second.
The Duke of Gloster. In the time of Richard the second.
The Duke of Surrey. In the time of Richard the second.
Humfry Duke of Gloster. In the time of Henry the the fifth.
Richard Duke of Yorke. In the time of Henry the the fifth.
George D. of Clarence. In the time of Edward the 4.
Duke of Suffolke In the time of Richard the third.
Iohn D. of Norfolke In the time of Richard the third.
George D. of Bedford. In the time of Richard the third.
Edward D. of Buckingham, In the time of Henry the
7. with others, whose Rol is too long, here to be opened.
The Queene spoken of, was Anne wife to Richard the 2.
Dukes wiues these, viz.
The Dutchesse of Gloster. In the time of Richard the 2.
Elionor Dutchesse of Gloster. In the time of H. the 5.
Now for Prelates, I reckon onely these,
The Prior of Saint Bartholmewes,
And his Sub-prior.
The Prior of Elsing-spittle,
Thomas Arundell Arch-bishop of Canterbury
Henry Bewfort Bishop of Winton.
The Abbot of Barmondsey.
The Abbot of Towrchill.
Philip Morgan Bishop of Worster.
The Abbot of Tower-hill.
The Prior of Saint Mary Ouery.
The Prior of Saint Trinity in Cree-church.
The Abbot and Prior of Westminster.
Kemp Bishop of London.
W. Wainfleete B. of Winchester.
George Neuill Bishop of VVinchester, and
Chauncelor of England.
Iohn May Abbot of Chertsay,
Laurence Bishop of Durham.
Iohn Russell Bishop of Rochester.
If I should lengthen this number, it were but to trouble you with a large Index of names onely, which I am loath to do, knowing your expectation is to bee otherwise feasted.
The Speech of Fame therefore being ended, as 'tis set downe before, this Temple of Hers takes place next before the Lord Maior, those of Neptune and Vertue marching in precedent order. And as this Temple is carryed along, a Song is heard, the Musicke being queintly conueyed in a priuate roome, and not a person discouered.
THE SONG.
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.
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
Welcome, welcome, welcome hither.
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.
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.
And this concludes this fourth Triumph, till his Lordships returne from the Guild-hall.
In returning backe from the Guild-hall, to performe the Ceremoniall customes in Pauls Church, these shewes march in the same order as before: and comming with the Throne of Vertue, Enuy and her crue are as busie againe, Enuy vttering some three or foure lines toward the end of her speech onely: As thus:
Envy.
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.
Vertve.
On, on, the beames of Vertue are so bright,
They dazzle Enuy: On, the Hag's put to flight.
This done, or as it is in doing, those twelue that ride armed discharge their Pistols, at which Enuy, and the rest, vanish, and are seene no more.
When the Lord Maior is (with all the rest of their Triumphes) brought home, Iustice (for a fare-well) is mounted on some couenient scaffold close to his entrance at his Gate, who thus salutes him.
The speech of Ivstice.
If Iustice speake not now, be she euer dumbe:
The world giues out shee's blinde; but men shall see,
Her Sight is cleere, by influence drawne from Thee.
For One-yeare therefore, at these Gates shee'l sit,
To guid thee In and Out: thou shalt commit
And though I know thy wisdome built vp strong,
Yet men (like great ships) being in storms, most neere
To danger, when vp all their sailes they beare.
And since all Magistrates tread still on yee,
From mine owne Schoole I reade thee this aduice:
Take leaue of Friends & foes, both must be knowne
But by one Face: the Rich and Poore must lye
In one euen Scale: All Suiters, in thine Eye
Welcome alike; Euen Hee that seemes most base,
Looke not vpon his Clothes, but on his Case.
Let not Oppression wash his hands ith' Teares
Of Widowes, or of Orphans: Widowes prayers
Can pluck downe Thunder, & poore Orphans cries
Are Lawrels held in fire; the violence flyes
Vp to Heauen-gates, and there the wrong does tell,
Whilst Innocence leaues behind it a sweet smell.
Thy Conscience must be like that Scarlet Dye;
One fowle spot staines it All: and the quicke Eye
Of this prying world, will make that spot thy scorne.
That Collar (which about thy Necke is worne)
Of Golden Esses, bids thee so to knit
Mens hearts in Loue, and make a Chayne of it.
That Sword is seldome drawne, by which is meant,
It should strike seldome: neuer th'innocent.
Tis held before thee by anothers Hand,
But the point vpwards (heauen must that cōmand)
Snatch it not then in Wrath; it must be giuen,
But to cut none, till warranted by Heauen.
The Head, the politike Body must aduance
And since the most iust Magistrate often erres,
Thou guarded art about with Officers,
Who knowing the pathes of Others that are gone,
Should teach thee what to do, what leaue vndone.
Nights Candles lighted are, and burne amaine,
Cut therefore here off, Thy Officious Traine
Which Loue and Custome lend thee: All Delight
Crowne both this Day and Citty: A good Night
To Thee, and these Graue Senators, to whom
My last Fare-wels, in these glad wishes come,
That thou & they (whose strength the City beares)
May be as old in Goodnesse as in Yeares.
The Title-page of this Booke makes promise of all the Shewes by water, as of these On the Land; but Apollo hauing no hand in them, I suffer them to dye by that which fed them; that is to say, Powder & Smoake. Their thunder (according to the old Gally-foyst-fashion) was too lowd for any of the Nine Muses to be bidden to it. I had deuiz'd One, altogether Musicall, but Times Glasse could spare no Sand, nor lend conuenient Howres for the performance of it. Night cuts off the glory of this Day, and so consequently of these Triumphes, whose brightnesse beeing ecclipsed, my labours can yeeld no longer shadow. They are ended, but my Loue, and Duty to your Lordship shall neuer.
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