Troia-Noua Triumphans. London Triumphing, OR, The Solemn, Magnificent, and Memorable Receiving of that worthy Gentleman, Sir JOHN SWINERTON Knight, into the City of LONDON, after his Return from taking the Oath of Mayoralty at Westminster, on the Morrow next after Simon and judes day, being the 29. of October. 1612. All the Shows, Pageants, Chariots of Triumph, with other Devices, (both on the Water and Land) here fully expressed. By Thomas Dekker. LONDON, Printed by Nicholas Okes, and are to be sold by john Wright dwelling at Christ Church-gate. 1612. To the Deserver of all those Honours, which the Customary Rites of this Day, And the general Love of this City bestow upon him; Sir JOHN SWINERTON, Knight, Lord Maior of the renowned City of London. HONOUR (this day) takes you by the Hand, and gives you welcomes into your New-Office of Praetorship. A Dignity worthy the Cities bestowing, and most worthy your Receiving. You have it with the Hearts of many people, Voices and Held-up hands: they know it is a Robe fit for you, and therefore have clothed you in it. May the Last-day of your wearing the same, yield to yourself as much joy, as to Others does this First-day of your putting it on. I swim (for my own part) not only in the Main Full sea of the General praise and Hopes of you. But power out also (for my particular) such a stream as my Prayers can render, for a success answerable to the Onset: for it is no Field, unless it be Crowned with victory. I present (Sir) unto you, these labours of my Pen, as the first and newest Congratulatory Offerings tendered into your hands, which albeit I should not (of myself) deserve to see accepted, I know notwithstanding you will give to them a generous and grateful entertainment, in regard of that Noble Fellowship and Society, (of which you Yesterday were a Brother, and This Day a Father) who most freely have bestowed these their Loves upon you. The Colours of this Piece are mine own; the Cost theirs: to which nothing was wanting, that could be had, and every thing had that was required. To their Lasting memory I set down This; And to your Noble Disposition, this I Dedicate. My wishes being (as ever they have been) to meet with any Object, whose reflection may present to your Eyes, that Love and Duty, In which I stand Bounden To your Lordship. Thomas Dekker. Troia nova Triumphans. London Triumphing. Triumphs, are the most choice and daintiest fruit that spring from Peace and Abundance; Love begets them; and Much Cost brings them forth. Expectation feeds upon them, but seldom to a surfeit, for when she is most full, her longing wants something to be satisfied. So enticing a shape they carry, that Princes themselves take pleasure to behold them; they with delight; common people with admiration. They are now and then the Rich and Glorious Fires of Bounty, State and Magnificence, giving light and beauty to the Courts of Kings: And now and then, it is but a debt paid to Time and Custom: And out of that dept come These. Riot having no hand in laying out the Expenses, and yet no hand in plucking back what is held decent to be bestowed. A sumptuous Thriftiness in these Civil Ceremonies managing All. For it were not laudable, in a City (so rarely governed and tempered) superfluously to exceed; As contrariwise it is much honour to her (when the Day of spending comes) not to be sparing in any thing. For the Chairs of Magistrates ought to be adorned, and to shine like the Chariot which carries the Sun; And Beams (if it were possible) must be thought to be shot from the One as from the Other: As well to dazzle and amaze the common Eye, as to make it learn that there is some Excellent, and Extraordinary Arm from heaven thrust down to exalt a Superior man, that thereby the Gazer may be drawn to more obedience and admiration. In a happy hour therefore did your Lordship take upon you this inseparable burden (of Honour and Cares) because yourself being Generous of mind, have met with men, and with a Company equal to yourself in Spirit. And upon as fortunate a Tree have they engrafted their Bounty; the fruits whereof shoot forth and ripen, are gathered, and taste sweetly, in the mouths not only of this City, but also of our best-to-be-beloved friends, the Noblest strangers. Upon whom, though none but our Sovereign King can bestow Royal welcomes; yet shall it be a Memorial of an Exemplary Love and Duty (in those who are at the Cost of these Triumphs) to have added some Heightening more to them then was intended at first, of purpose to do honour to their Prince and Country. And I make no doubt, but many worthy Companies in this City could gladly be content to be partners in the Disbursements, so they might be sharers in the Glory. For to have been leaden-winged now, what infamy could be greater? When all the streams of Nobility and Gentry, run with the Tide hither. When all Ears lie listening for no news but of Feasts and Triumphs: All Eyes still open to behold them: And all hearts and hands to applaud them: When the heap of our Sovereign's Kingdoms are drawn in Little: and to be seen within the Walls of this City. Then to have tied Bounty in too straight a girdle: Proh scelus infandum! No; she hath worn her garments lose, her lips have been free in Welcomes, her purse open, and her hands liberal. If you think I set a flattering glass before you, do but so much as launch into the River, and there the Thames itself shall show you all the Honours, which this day hath bestowed upon her: And that done, step again upon the Land, and Fame will with her own Trumpet proclaim what I speak; And her I hope you cannot deny to believe, having at least twenty thousand eyes about her, to witness whether she be a Truetonged Fame or a Lying. By this time the Lord Maior hath taken his oath, is seated in his barge again; a loud thundering peal of Chambers give him a Farewell as he passes by. And see! how quickly we are in ken of land, as suddenly therefore let us leap on shore, and there observe what honourable entertainment the City affords to their new Praetor, and what joyful salutations to her noble Visitants. The first Triumph on the Land. THE Lord Maior, and Companies being landed, the first Device which is presented to him on the shore, stands ready to receive him at the end of Pauls-Chayne, (on the south side the Church) and this it is. A Sea-Chariot artificially made, proper for a God of the sea to sit in; ships dancing round about it, with Dolphins and other great Fishes playing or lying at the foot of the same, is drawn by two Sea-horses. Neptune. In this Chariot sits Neptune, his head circled with a Coronet of silver, Scollup-shels, stuck with branches of Coral, and hung thicker with ropes of pearl; because such things as these are the treasures of the Deep, and are found in the shells of fishes. In his hand he holds a silver Trident, or Three-forked-Mace, by which some Writers will have signified the three Natural qualiys proper to Waters; as those of fountains to be of a delicious taste, and Crystalline colour: those of the Sea, to be saltish and unpleasant, and the colour sullen, and greenish: And lastly, those of standing Lakes, neither sweet nor bitter, nor clear, nor cloudy, but altogether unwholesome for the taste, and loathsome to the eye. His robe and mantle with other ornaments are correspondent to the quality of his person; Buskins of pearl and cockleshells being worn upon his legs. At the lower part of this Chariot sit Mer-maids, who for their excellency in beauty, above any other creatures belonging to the sea, are preferred to be still in the eye of Neptune. At Neptune's foot sits Luna (the Moon) who being governess of the sea, & all petty Floods, as from whose influence they receive their ebbings and flow, challenges to herself this honour, to have rule and command of those Horses that draw the Chariot, and therefore she holds their reins in her hands. She is attired in light robes fitting her state and condition, with a silver Crescent on her head, expressing both her power and property. The whole Chariot figuring in itself that vast compass which the sea makes about the body of the earth: whose Globical Rotundity is Hieroglifically represented by the wheel of the Chariot. Before this Chariot ride four Tritons, who are feigned by Poets to be Trumpeters to Neptune, and for that cause make way before him, holding strange Trumpets in their hands, which they sound as they pass along, their habits being Antic, and Sea-like, and sitting upon four several fishes, viz. two Dolphins, and two Mer-maids, which are not (after the old procreation) begotten of painted cloth, and brown paper, but are living beasts, so quaintly disguised like the natural fishes, of purpose to avoid the trouble and pestering of Porters, who with much noise and little comeliness are every year most unnecessarily employed. The time being ripe, when the scope of this Device is to be delivered, Neptune's breath goeth forth in these following Speeches. Neptune's Speeches. WHence breaks this warlike thunder of loud drums, (Clarions and Trumpets) whose shrill echo comes Up to our Watery Court, and calls from thence Us, and our Tritons? As if violence Were to our Silver-footed Sister done (Of Floods the Queen) bright Thamesis, who does run Twice every day to our bosom, and there hides * Ebb Her wealth, whose Stream in liquid Crystal glides Guarded with troops of Swans? what does beget These Throngs? this Confluence? why do voices beat The Air with acclamations of applause, Good wishes, Love, and Praises? what is't draws All Faces this way? This way Rumour flies, Clapping her infinite wings, whose noise the Skies From earth receive, with Musical rebounding, And strike the Seas with repercussive sounding. Oh! now I see the cause: vanish vain fears, * Isis' no danger feels: for her head wears Crowns of Rich Triumphs, which This day puts on, And in Thy Honour all these Rites are done. Whose Name when Neptune heard, 'twas a strange Spell, Thus farre-up into th' Land to make him swell Beyond his Bownds, and with his Sea-troops wait Thy wished arrival, to congratulate. Go therefore on, go boldly: thou must sail In rough Seas (now) of Rule: and every Gale Will not perhaps befriend thee: But (how black So ere the Skies look) dread not Thou a Wrack, For when Integrity and Innocence sit Steering the Helm, no Rock the Ship can split. Nor care the Whales (never so great) their jaws Should stretch to swallow thee: Every good man's cause Is in all storms his Pilot: He that's sound To himself (in Conscience) near can run-a-ground. Which that thou mayst do, never look on't still: For (Spite of foul gusts) calmer Winds shall fill Thy Sails at last. And see! they home have brought A Ship which Bacchus (God of Wines) hath fraught With richest juice of Grapes, which thy Friends shall Drink off in Healths to this Great Festival. If any at Thy happiness repine, They gnaw but their Own hearts, and touch not Thine. Let Bats and Screech-owls murmur at bright Day, Whiles Prayers of Goodmen Guid. Thee on the way. Sound old Oceanus Trumpeters, and lead on. The Tritons then sounding, according to his command, Neptune in his Chariot passeth along before the Lord Maior. The four Winds (habilimented to their quality, and having both Faces and Limbs proportionable to their blustering and boisterous condition) drive forward that Ship of which Neptune spoke. And this concludes this first Triumph on the Land. These two Shows pass on until they come into Pauls-Church-yard, where stands another Chariot; the former Chariot of Neptune, with the Ship, being conveyed into Cheapside, this other than takes the place: And this is the Device. The second Land-Triumph. IT is the Throne of Virtue, gloriously adorned & beautified with all things that are fit to express the Seat of so noble and divine a Person. Upon the height, and most eminent place (as worthiest to be exalted) sits Arete (Virtue) herself; her temples shining with a Diadem of stars, to show that her Descent is only from heaven: her robes are rich, her mantle white (figuring Innocency) and powdered with stars of gold, as an Emblem that she puts upon Men, the garments of eternity. Beneath Her, in distinct places, sit the Seven liberal Sciences, viz. Grammar, Rhetoric, Logic, Music, Arithmetic, Geometry, Astronomy. Having those rooms allotted them, as being Mothers to all Trades, Professions, Mysteries and Societies, and the readiest guide to Virtue. Their habits are Light Robes, and lose (for Knowledge should be free.) On their heads they wear garlands of Roses, mixed with other flowers, whose sweet Smells are arguments of their clear and unspotted thoughts, not corrupted with vice. Every one carrying in her hand, a Symbol, or Badge of that Learning which she professeth. At the back of this Chariot sit four Cupids, to signify that virtue is most honoured when she is followed by love. This Throne, or Chariot, is drawn by four Horses: upon the two foremost ride Time and Mercury: the first, the Begetter and Bringer forth of all things in the world, the second, the God of Wisdom and Eloquence. On the other two Horses ride Desire and Industry; it being intimated hereby, that Time gives wings to Wisdom, and sharpens it, Wisdom sets Desire a burning, to attain to Virtue, and that Burning Desire begets Industry (earnestnestly to pursue her.) And all these (together) make men in Love with Arts, Trades, Sciences, and Knowledge, which are the only stairs and ascensions to the Throne of Virtue, and the only glory and upholding of Cities. Time hath his wings, Glass, and sith, which cuts down All. Mercury hath his Caduceus, or Charming Rod, his feathered Hat, his Wings, and other properties fitting his condition, Desire carries a burning heart in her hand. Industry is in the shape of an old Countryman, bearing on his shoulder a Spade, as the Emblem of Labour. Before this Chariot, or Throne (as Guardians and Protectors to Virtue, to Arts, and to the rest; and as Assistants to Him who is Chief within the City for that year) are mounted upon horseback twelve Persons (two by two) representing the twelve superior Companies, every one carrying upon his left arm a fair Shield with the arms in it of one of the twelve Companies, and in his right hand a lance with a light streamer or pendant on the top of it, and every horse led and attended by a Footman. The Lord Maior being approached to this Throne, Virtue thus salutes him. The Speech of ARETE (Virtue.) Hail (worthy Praetor) stay, and do Me grace, (Who still have called thee Patron) In this place To take from me heaped welcomes, who combine These people's hearts in one, to make them thine. Bright virtues name thou know'st and heavenly birth, And therefore (spying thee) down she leapt to earth Whence vicious men had driven her: On her throne The Liberal Arts wait: from whose breasts do run The milk of Knowledge: on which, Sciences feed, Trades and Professions: And by Them, the seed Of Civil, Popular government, is sown; Which springing up, lo! to what height 'tis grown In Thee and * The All men. These is seen. And (to maintain This Greatness) Twelve strong Pillars it sustain; Upon whose Capitals, * The two Compa● Twelve Societies stand, (Grave and well-ordered) bearing chief Command Within this City, and (with Love) thus rear Thy fame, in free election, for this year. All armed, to knit their Nerves (in One) with Thine, To guard this new Troy: And, (that She may shine In Thee, as Thou in Her) no Misers key Has bar the Gold up; Light flies from the Day Not of more free gift, thau from them their Cost: For what's now spared, that only they count Lost. As then their joynd-hands lift Thee to thy Seat. (Changing thereby thy Name for one More * ●io●. Great And as this City, with her Loud, Full Voice, (Drowning all spite that murmurs at the Choice, If at least such there be) does Thee prefer, So art thou bound to love, both Them and Her. For Know, thou art not like a Pinnacle, placed Only to stand aloft, and to be graced With wondering eyes, or to have caps and knees Heap worship on thee: for that Man does lose Himself and his Renown, whose growth being high In the weale-publicke (like the Cypress tree) Is neither good to Build-with, nor bear Fruit; Thou must be now, Stirring, and Resolute. To be what thou art Sworn, (a waking Eye) A far off (like a Beacon) to descry What storms are coming, and (being come) must then Shelter with spread arms, the poorest Citizen. Set Plenty at thy Table, at thy Gate Bounty, and Hospitality: he's most Ingrate Into whose lap the Public-weal having poured Her Golden showers, from Her his wealth should hoard. Be like those Ancient Spirits, that (long agone) Could think no Good deed sooner, than 'twas Don; Others to pleasure. Hold it Thou more Glory, Than to be pleased Thyself. And be not sorry If Any strive (in best things) to exceed thee, But glad, to help thy wronger's, if they need thee. Nor fear the Stings of Envy, nor the Threats Of her envenomed Arrows, which at the Seats Of those Who Best Rule, evermore are shot, But the Air blows off their feathers, and they hit not. Come therefore on; nor dread her, nor her Sprites, The poison she spits up, on her own Head lights. On, on, away. This Chariot or Throne of Virtue is then set forward, and follows that of Neptune, this taking place just before the Lord Maior: And this concludes the second Triumphant show. The third Device. THe third Device is a Forlorn Castle, built close to the little Conduit in Cheapside, by which as the Throne of Virtue comes nearer and nearer, there appear above (on the battlements) Envy, as chief Commandress of that infernal Place, and every part of it guarded with persons representing all those that are fellows and followers of Envy: As Ignorance, Sloth, Oppression, Disdain, etc. Envy herself being attired like a Fury, her hair full of Snakes, her countenance pallid, meager and lean, her body naked, in her hand a knot of Snakes, crawling and writhe about her arm. The rest of her litter are in as ugly shapes as the Dam, every one of them being armed with black bows, & arrows ready to be shot at Virtue. At the gates of this Fort of Furies, stand Riot and Calumny, in the shapes of Giants, with clubs, who offer to keep back the Chariot of Virtue, and to stop her passage. All the rest likewise on the battlements offering to discharge their black Artillery at her: but she only holding up her bright shield, dazzles them, and confounds them, they all on a sudden shrinking in their heads, until the Chariot be past, and then all of them appearing again: their arrows, which they shoot up into the air, break there out in fireworks, as having no power to do wrong to so sacred a Deity as Virtue. This cave of Monsters stands fixed to the Conduit, in which Envy only breathes out her poison to this purpose. The speech of Enuy. ENVY. Adder's shoot, hiss speckled Snakes; Sloth crawl up, see Oppression wakes; (Baine to learning) Ignorance Shake thy ass's ears, Disdain, advance Thy head Luciferan: Riot split Thy ribs with curses: Calumny spit Thy rancke-rotten gall up: See, See, See, That Witch, whose bottomless Sorcery Makes fools run mad for her; that Hag For whom your Dam pines, hangs out her flag Our Den to ransack: Virtue, that whore; See, see, how brave she's, I am poor. VIRTUE. On, on, the beams of Virtue, are so bright, They dazzle Envy, on: the Hag's put to flight. ENVY. Snakes, from your virulent spawn engender Dragons, that may piece-meal rend her, Adders shoot your stings like quills Of Porcupines, (Stiff) hot Aetnean hills Vomit sulphur to confound her, Fiends and Furies (that dwell under) Lift hell gates from their hinges: come You cloven-foote-broode of Barrathrum, Stop, stay her, fright her, with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in envies cheeks. VIRTUE. On, on, the beams of Virtue, are so bright, They dazzle Envy: on the Hag's put to flight. OMNES. Shoot, Shoot, etc. All that are with Enuy. Either during this speech, or else when it is done, certain Rockets fly up into the air; The Throne of Virtue passing on still, never staying, but speaking still those her two last lines, albeit, she be out of the hearing of Envy: and the other of envies Faction, crying still, shoot, shoot, but seeing they prevail not, all retire in, and are not seen till the Throne comes back again. And this concludes this Triumphant assault of Envy: her conquest is to come. The fourth Device. THIS Throne of Virtue passeth along until it come to the Cross in Cheap, where the presentation of another Triumph attends to welcome the Lord Maior, in his passage, the Chariot of Virtue is drawn then along, this other that follows taking her place, the Device bearing this argument. Virtue having by help of her followers, conducted the Lord Maior safely, even, as it were, through the jaws of Envy and all her Monsters: The next and highest honour she can bring him to, is to make him arrive at the house of Fame, And that is this Pageant. In the upper seat sits Fame crowned in rich attire, a Trumpet in her hand, etc. In other several places sit Kings, Princes, and Noble persons, who have benefice of the Marchant-tailors: A particular room being reserved for one that represents the person of Henry the now Prince of Wales. The only speaker here is Fame herself, whose words sound out these glad welcomes. The speech of Fame. WElcome to Fame's high Temple: here fix fast Thy footing; for the ways which thou hast past Will be forgot and worn out, and no Tract Of steps observed, but what thou now shalt Act. The book is shut of thy precedent deeds, And Fame unclaspes another, where she reads (Aloud) the Chronickle of a dangerous year, For Each Eye will look through thee, and Each Ear Waylay thy Words and Works. Thou'st yet but gone About a Pyramids foot; the Tops not won, That's glass; who slides there, falls, and once fallen down Never more rises: No Art cures Renown The wound being sent to th' Heart. 'tis kept from thence By a strong Armour, virtues influence; She guides thee, Follow her. In this Court of Fame None else but Virtue can unroll thy Name. Erect thou then a Serious Eye, And look What Worthies fill up Fame's Voluminous book, That now (thine own name read there) none may blot Thy leaf with soul ink, nor thy Margin quoate With any Act of Thine, which may disgrace This cities choice, thyself, or this thy Place: Or, that which may dishonour the high Merits Of thy Renowned Society: Royal Spirits Of Princes holding it a grace to wear That Crimson Badge, which these about them bear, Yea, Kings themselves 'mongst you have Fellows been, Styled by the Name of a Free-citizen: For instance, see, seven English Kings there placed, Clothed in your Livery, The first Seat being graced By second Richard: next him * Hen● Bullingbrooke: Then, that Fift (thundering) Henry: who all France shook: By him, his son (six Henry) By his side Fourth Edward: who the Roses did divide: Richard the third, next him, and then that King, Who made both Roses in one Branch to spring: A Spring 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 Heighten more your worth. I can a Register show of seventeen more, (Princes and Dukes All:) entombed long before, Yet kept alive by Fame; Earls thirty one, And Barons sixty six that path have gone: Of Visecounts only one, your Order took: Turn over one leaf more in our vast book And you may read the Names of Prelates there, Of which one Archbishop your cloth did wear. And Bishops twenty four: of Abbot's seve, As many Priors, to make the number even: Of forty Church men, I, one sub prior add, You from all these, These from you honour had: Women of high blood likewise laid aside Their greater State so to be dignified: Of which a Queen the first was, than a pair of Duke's wives: And to leave the Roll more fair Five Countesses and two Ladies are the last, Whose Birth & Beauties have your Order graced. But I too long spin out this third of Gold; Here breaks it off. Fame hath them All enrolled On a Large File (with Others,) And their Story The world shall read, to Add unto thy Glory, Which I am loath to darken: thousand eyes Yet aching till they enjoy thee, win then that prize Which Virtue holds up for thee, And (that done) Fame shall the end crown, as she hath begun. Set forward. Those Princes and Dukes (besides the Kings nominated before) are these. In the time of Richard the second. john Duke of Lancaster. Edmond Duke of York. The Duke of Gloster. The Duke of Surrey. In the time of Henry the the fifth. Humphrey Duke of Gloster. Richard Duke of York. In the time of Edward the 4. George D. of Clarence. In the time of Richard the third. Duke of Suffolk john D. of Norfolk George D. of Bedford. Edward D. of Buckingham, In the time of Henry the 7. with other's, whose Rol is too long, here to be opened. The Queen spoken of, was Arm wife to Richard the 2. Duke's wives these, viz. The Duchess of Gloster. In the time of Richard the 2. Elionor Duchess of Gloster. In the time of H. the 5. Now for Prelates, I reckon only these, The Prior of Saint Bartholomew's, And his Subprior. The Prior of Elsing-spittle, Thomas Arundel Archbishop 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 Nevil Bishop of Winchester, and Chancellor of England. john May Abbot of Chertsay, Laurence Bishop of Durham. john Russell Bishop of Rochester. If I should lengthen this number, it were but to trouble you with a large Index of names only, which I am loath to do, knowing your expectation is to be otherwise feasted. The Speech of Fame therefore being ended, as 'tis set down before, this Temple of Hers takes place next before the Lord Maior, those of Neptune and Virtue marching in precedent order. And as this Temple is carried along, a Song is heard, the Music being quaintly conveyed in a private room, and not a person discovered. THE SONG. Honour, eldest Child of Fame, Thou far older than thy Name, Waken with my Song, and see One of thine, here waiting thee. Sleep not now But thy brow Chased with Olives, Oak and bay And an age of happy days Upward bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Longing round about him stay Eyes, to make another day, Able with their virtuous Light Utterly to banish Night. All agree This is he Full of bounty, honour, store And a world of goodness more Yet to spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Envy angry with the dead, Far from this place hide thy head: And Opinion, that near knew What was either good or true Fly, I say For this day Shall fair justice, Truth, and Right, And such happy sons of Light To us bring Whilst we sing In a Chorus altogether, Welcome, welcome, welcome hither. Go on nobly, may thy Name, Be as old, and good as Fame. Ever be remembered here Whilst a blessing, or a tear Is in store With the poor So shall SWINERTON near die, But his virtues upward fly And still spring Whilst we sing In a Chorus ceasing never, He is living, living ever. And this concludes this fourth Triumph, till his Lordship's return from the Guildhall. In returning back from the Guildhall, to perform the Ceremonial customs in Paul's Church, these shows march in the same order as before: and coming with the Throne of Virtue, Envy and her crew are as busy again, Envy uttering some three or four lines toward the end of her speech only: As thus: ENVY. Fiend's and Furies that dwell under, Lift Hell-gates from their hinges: Come You cloven-footed-brood of Barathrum, Stop, stony her, fright her with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in Envies cheeks. VIRTUE. On, on, the beams of Virtue are so bright, They dazzle Envy: On, the Hag's put to flight. This done, or as it is in doing, those twelve that ride armed discharge their Pistols, at which Envy, and the rest, vanish, and are seen no more. When the Lord Maior is (with all the rest of their Triumphs) brought home, justice (for a farewell) is mounted on some convenient scaffold close to his entrance at his Gate, who thus salutes him. The speech of JUSTICE. MY This-dayes-sworne-protector, welcome home, If justice speak not now, be she ever dumb: The world gives out she's blind; but men shall see, Her Sight is clear, by influence drawn from Thee. For One-yeare therefore, at these Gates she'll sit, To guide thee In and Out: thou shalt commit (If She stand by thee) not One touch of wrong: And though I know thy wisdom built up strong, Yet men (like great ships) being in storms, most near To danger, when up all their sails they bear. And since all Magistrates tread still on ice, From mine own School I read thee this advice: Do good for no man's sake (now) but thine own, Take leave of Friends & foes, both must be known But by one Face: the Rich and Poor must lie In one even Scale: All Suitors, in thine Eye Welcome alike; Even He that seems most base, Look not upon his Clothes, but on his Case. Let not Oppression wash his hands i'th' Tears Of Widows, or of Orphans: Widows prayers Can pluck down Thunder, & poor Orphans cries Are Laurels held in fire; the violence flies Up to Heaven-gates, and there the wrong does tell, Whilst Innocence leaves behind it a sweet smell. Thy Conscience must be like that Scarlet die; One foul spot stains it All: and the quick Eye Of this prying world, will make that spot thy scorn. That Collar (which about thy Neck is worn) Of Golden Esses, bids thee so to knit Men hearts in Love, and make a Chain of it. That Sword is seldom drawn, by which is meant, It should strike seldom: never th'innocent. 'tis held before thee by another's Hand, But the point upwards (heaven must that command) Snatch it not then in Wrath; it must be given, But to cut none, till warranted by Heaven. The Head, the politic Body must advance For which thou hast this Cap of Maintenance, And since the most just Magistrate often errs, Thou guarded art about with Officers, Who knowing the oaths of Others that are gone, Should teach thee what to do, what leave undone. Night's Candles lighted are, and burn amain, Cut therefore here off, Thy Officious Train Which Love and Custom lend thee: All Delight Crown both this Day and City: A good Night To Thee, and these Grave Senators, to whom My last Farewells, in these glad wishes come, That thou & they (whose strength the City bears) May be as old in Goodness as in Years. THe Title-page of this Book makes promise of all the Shows by water, as of these On the Land; but Apollo having no hand in them, I suffer them to die by that which fed them; that is to say, Powder & Smoke. Their thunder (according to the old Gally-foyst-fashion) was too loud for any of the Nine Muses to be bidden to it. I had devised One, altogether Musical, but Time's Glass could spare no Sand, nor lend convenient Hours for the performance of it. Night cuts off the glory of this Day, and so consequently of these Triumphs, whose brightness being eclipsed, my labours can yield no longer shadow. They are ended, but my Love and Duty to your Lordship shall never. — Non displicuisse meretur, Festinat (Praetor) Qui placuisse Tibi▪ FINIS.