LONDON'S RESURRECTION TO JOY and TRIUMPH, Expressed in sundry SHOWS, SHAPES, SCENES, SPEECHES, and SONGS in PARTS; Celebrious to the much-meriting Magistrate Sir George Waterman KNIGHT, LORD MAYOR Of the CITY of LONDON.  
At the Peculiar and Proper Expenses of the Worshipful COMPANY of SKINNERS.  
Written by THO. JORDAN.  
London, Printed for Henry Brome at the Gun in S. Paul's Church yard, 1671.   

LONDON'S RESURRECTION TO JOY and TRIUMPH, Expressed in sundry Shows, Scenes, Speeches, and Songs in Parts: Celebrious to the well-meriting Magistrate Sir GEORGE WATERMAN Kt. etc.  

The Morning's Preparation.  
THE Citizens designed for the Duty of the Day assemble about seven of the Clock in the Morning at Skinners Hall.  
1. The Master, Wardens, and Assistants, in Gowns faced with Foins.  
2. The Livery, in Gowns faced with Budg, and their Hoods.  
3. Divers Foins Bachelors, in Gowns and Hoods.  
4. Near upon Thirty Budg Bachelors in Gowns and Scarlet Hoods.  
5. Thirty Gentlemen-Ushers in Velvet Coats, each of them a Chain of Gold about his Shoulder, and a white Staff in his Hand.  
6. Thirty other Gentlemen for bearing Banners and Colours, some in Plush Coats, and some in Buff; they also wearing Scarfs about their Shoulders of the Companies Colours.  
7. Several Drums and Fifes, with Red Scarfs, and the Colours of the Company in their Hats, Red and Yellow.  
8. The two City-Marshals, riding each of them on Horseback, with six Servitors to attend them, with Scarfs and Colours of the Companies.  
9 The Foot-Marshal, and six Attendants, with the like Scarfs and Colours.  
10. The Master of Defence, with the same Scarf and Colours, having ten Persons of his own Quality to attend him.  
11. Threescore Pensioners, accommodated with Gowns and Caps, each of them employed in carrying of Standards and Banners.  
12. Divers other Pensioners, in Blue Gowns, White Sleeves, and Black Caps, each of them carrying a Javelin in the one Hand, and a Target in the other, wherein is painted the Coat-Armour of their Benefactors.  
Being thus, in every Punctilio, accommodated,  
They are by the Foot-Marshal divided into seven Divisions, and ranked out two by two, beginning with the inferior part of the Standard-bearers; and in the Head of them are placed two Drums, one Fife, and one Gentleman bearing the Companies Ensign.  
In the Rear of them, two Gentlemen bearing Banners, being the Arms of deceased Benefactors.  
After them march the aged Pensioners in Gowns, and in the Centre of them fall in two Drums beating the Swissers March.  
In the Rear of them fall in three Drums, one Fife, and two Gentlemen in Plush Coats, bearing two Banners or Ensigns: After them fall in six Gentlemen-Ushers; And in the Rear of them, the Budge Bachelors.  
The next successively, following them, two other Gentlemen bearing two other Banners or Ensigns; After them fall in six Gentlemen-Ushers; And after them the Foins Bachelors.  
In the Rear of them fall in two Drums and a Fife; then two Gentlemen, the one bearing the Lord Mayor, the other the City-Banners: After them, twelve Gentlemen-Ushers; And after them, the Court of Assistants.  
In this Equipage of two and two (till taking in his Lordship and his Attendants) the whole Body march toward Guildhall, and from thence through King's-street toward the Three-Crane Wharf and Vintree, and there they enter their several Barges, his Lordship at the Stairs next Westminster, the Company at another pair of Stairs, and the Gentlemen-Ushers, and Budge Bachelors, and Foins Bachelors to their Place of Refection.  
His Lordship being Landed at Westminster, and performing the accustomed Ceremony at each Court, and come to the Exchequer-Bar, the Lord Chief Baron makes a Speech to him, which being ended, the Lord Mayor and his Retinue marching round Westminster-Hall, repair to their several Barges, and hasten to Baynards-Castle, where the Bachelors are ready set in order by the Foot-Marshal, as in the Morning, to attend him; and both Bodies conjoined, do march up Paul's-Wharf-Hill, into the Churchyard, and so into Cheapside, where his Lordship is entertained with the first Pageant, which is thus described.   

The First Pageant  
REpresenteth a Wilderness, consisting of variety of Trees, Bushes, Shrubs, Brambles, Thickets, inhabited and haunted with divers Wild Beasts, and Birds of various kinds and colours. In the Front of this Scene are two Negro Boys, properly Habited, and mounted upon two Panthers, bearing the Banners of the Lord Mayor's and the Companies Arms. In the Rear of these, in the same Pageant, is erected a stately Structure, formed in the Figure of a Pyramid, with four Triumphal Arches; and in the Front-Arch sitteth a Person who representeth Orpheus, habited in a Silk Robe striped with many colours, his Shoulder adorned with a large Scarf of Cloth of Gold, on his Head a long and crispy hair, invested with a Caesar's Wreath of Laurel, all the Leaves tipped with Gold; in his Hands a Lyre with strings of Gold, on which he appears in the posture of playing; on his Legs are Buskins, laced with Silver, after the Roman mode; upon each Wing of him a satire properly habited; which together with the Wild Beasts are continually moving, dancing, curvetting, and tumbling to the Music of a satire, which is playing on a Ho-boy; amongst the which an active Bear takes hold of a rope (which is pendant from a very high rope extended 'cross the street) with his teeth and paws, showing sundry tricks. In the rear of Orpheus is a beautiful woman, in a glorious and proper habit, representing Amity; a long dishevelled hair, on her head a Coronet of Gold, and in her right hand a Javelin. Lastly, elevated on the highest part of the Pyramid sits a female Negra richly and properly adorned with Silver, Gold, and Jewels, representing Africa. Orpheus' standing up to the person of the Lord Mayor, speaks this following  

SPEECH.  
IN the First Age when Innocence began  
To spread her Splendour in the Soul of Man,  
Union filled all the Universe with free  
Felicious and Seraphic Harmony.  
All parts of the Creation did consent,  
And the world was one well-tuned Instrument:  
Dog, Bear, Wolf, Lamb together did agree,  
Nature itself knew no Antipathy.  
But when the Peace was broke by man's Transgression,  
Revenge with Rage and Ruin took possession;  
Disorder rioted, and (in conclusion)  
Old Amity was turned into confusion.  
But Orpheus whose person I present  
(The Hieroglyphic of good Government)  
By the sweet power of his harmonious hand,  
Reduced their savage Natures, made'um stand  
Listen, attend, and with their active paws  
Dance and conform their feet to Music's Laws.  
Such is the power of Concord, and Consent,  
The very soul of humane Government.  
Then, my most honoured Lord, since'tis your due,  
I do resign my Instrument to you,  
That can play better to men's differing ears:  
The Type must vanish when the truth appears.  
This City (which my Pageant doth express)  
May very well be called a Wilderness.  
A Wood where all the Wild and Brutish Creatures  
Lie lurking in the Dens of men's bad Natures;  
Which, if you can reduce, you will be famed  
For quelling more than ever Orpheus tamed:  
No doubt but your endeavours will be shown  
And you'll perform it (if it can be done.)  
Your Wisdom, Prudence, Temperance, and Fate  
Have marked you, for this City's Magistrate;  
This City which inflamed with its own guilt,  
In seven years' time was Burnt and may be built:  
Thanks to your Lordship, and those prudent powers  
Which joined with you, the City Senators.  
My Lord, it is your Destiny to rise  
From one of the most ancient Companies  
In this Metropolis, we hope you're one  
That will restore our long-lost Union.  
'Twill make us Rich, and Righteous, and please God,  
Firm to our Friends, fierce to our Foes abroad.  
Union breeds Peace, and Plenty in a Land;  
But City's self-divided, Cannot stand.   
The Speech being concluded, his Lordship and his Retinue move through Cheapside, and by the way is represented to his view this second Scene, or Pageant following.   

A Description of the Second Pageant  
IS a most Magnificent and Imperial Palace of Pleasure gloriously adorned, and exceedingly enriched with several Shields of the Cities, the Lord Mayor's and the Companies respective Arms; as also with many imbellishing and beautiful exornations from the Base to the extreme altitude of the Superstructure in a pyramidical Figure. In the front sit four female Figures rich and properly habited, representing Justice, Temperance, Peace, and Plenty; with four Nymphs in different Robes, sitting at their feet as Attendants, bearing Banners, with the Emblems painted on them; intimating the nature, faculties, function, and quality of the precedent Virtues whom they attend. And on the most high and eminent part of this Structure, is elevated a person aptly attired, representing Fame; on her Head a Crown of Gold, on her Shoulders Wings of divers coloured Feathers, and in her Hand a Trumpet, on which is hung his Majesty's Royal Banner of Great Britain, France, and Ireland, whom God long preserve.  
His Lordship having sufficiently viewed this beautiful Building, and the Figures; he with his Attendants retire into the Guild-hall to Dinner, where the Tables wait to supply their Appetites, furnished with more Plenty, and Variety, Cookery, and Curiosity, then is to be had in any one place at any one time, amongst the most Celebrious Feasts in the Christian world, where his Lordship attended by the Waits of the City is accommodated with variety of excellent Music both Loud and Soft, Vocal and Instrumental, amongst which this ensuing Song in Parts receives the regard of his Attention.  

A Song consisting of three distinct Voices, with a Chorus to each; purposely composed for my Lord Mayor's Table.  

1 Voice.  
COme let us concord  
In a Verse to my Lord,  
Whose Tables do shine  
With Viands and Wine;  
Whose Welcome and Wishes  
Are free as his Dishes:  
Good Claret will warm ye,  
Here's nothing can harm ye,  
Canary doth make but a few sick;  
My Lady invites ye  
To all that delights ye,  
Whose spirit and words  
Agree with my Lords;  
Then taste the fat bounty  
Of every County;  
Here is no misprision,  
All points of Division  
Are banished but what's in the Music.  

Chorus.  
Let joy and health,  
With peace and wealth  
Support his power who is  
The prop of London's fair Metropolis▪    

2 Voice.  
Lord of that City, now the Seat  
Of all that we call good and great;  
Into whose lap is daily hurled  
The various treasures of the world;  
Here is at all times to be had  
The best of good, and worst of bad:  
Here men get wealth with switch and spur,  
And change their Fustian into Fur;  
But, at the last, to crown their pains  
Their wisest Freemen are in Chains.  
Here young Sons of indulgent Mothers  
Grow richer than their Elder Brothers.  

Chorus.  
Then let the City's Health go round,  
May it in treasure still abound,  
And be with Peace and Plenty Crowned.    

3 Voice.  
Here Justice and Mercy are very well mixed,  
The Sword and the Scabbard are faithfully fixed,  
Which are born upright, not concealed like a Hanger▪  
And truly some say it was ne'er drawn in anger:  
For foulest Offenders are better kept under,  
When Justice and Passion are farthest asunder.  
Dame London's secure, the King so hath kept her  
Therefore let her Sword submit to his Sceptre:  
Then who can the power of my Lord Mayor withstand,  
Whilst he doth present the great Lord of the Land.  

Chorus of all three.  
Then Lady London let thy Beams  
That Town where Tiber streams,  
Till all the world enrich the Thames.     
This Song being sung and applauded, a cheerful and temperate Cup of Wine goes about; in the mean time the Consort of Music play two or three suits of Airs; which being ended, they make provision for a piece of Drollery to be sung in Parts, and Shapes by these three, viz.  
Hoyden, the Countryman of the West. Freeman, the Citizen. Billet the Soldier. Enter Hoyden. Hoyd. 
FRom how-d'ye callit Town in what call y'um zhere, To Lungean c'm come, Lord what vine volks are here; Zure thick is the place Ich zmell the good cheer: Ihill knock at the gate then— what ho! God be here.  [Knocks. Enter the Citizen. Freem. 
What are you Sir?  Hoyd. 
A West-Country mon Sir.  (Free.) 
Good Bumkin forbear,  
Such Hobnails as you are do seldom come here.  Hoyd. 
ud's zooks here sa vellow would make a man zwear;  
Ich come to speak Sir with Mr. Lord Mayor:  Free. 
What to do Sir?  Hoyd. 
To zee his vine Doublet, his Chain, and his Ruff,  
His Beaver, his Gown, and zuch vinical stuff:  Free. 
And what do you think of a kick or a cuff?  Hoyd. 
If my whip will but hold vaith Ihill give thee enough;  
And well laid on.  [Whips him. Free. 
Hold hold prithee Countryman be not so hot.  Hoyd. 
Chave a great mind to lay a long lace on thy Coat.  Free. 
Prithee tell me thy name, and my Lord Mayor shall know't?  Hoyd. 
My name is Tom Hoyden, what zayst thou to that?  Free. 
Tom Hoyden?  The Tune altars. Then Tom Hoyden, pack hence to Croyden; The Country's fitter for thee. Hoyden. 
Though you abhor us, and care not for us,  
Without us you can no be.  Free. 
We can live without you, and your rural rout,  Hoyd. 
Did we not victual your house  
My Lady Mayress with all her Fairies  
Would zhit as small as a Mouse.  Free. 
We have money.  (Hoyd.) 
And we have honey.  Free. 
We have the Silver and Gold.  Hoyd. 
We have fuel.  (Free) 
And we have Jewel,  Hoyd. 
And we have zheep in the vold.  Free. 
We have Silk enough.  (Hoyd.) 
We have milk enough.  Free. 
We have treasure untold.  
We have means and case.  (Hoyd.) 
We have Beans and Pease,  
Bacon hold belly hold.  Free. 
We have forces.  (Hoyd.) 
And we have horses.  Free. 
And we have powder and shot.  Hoyd. 
We have Pullet's.  (Free.) 
And we have Bullets.  Hoyd. 
And we have spirits as hot.  Free. 
We have Honours.  (Hoyd.) 
And we have Manors.  Free. 
And we are walled about.  Hoyd. 
But when we begin to keep our cattle in  
Vaith you'll quickly come out.  Free. 
We have Galleys.  (Hoyd.) 
And we have Valleys.  Free. 
And we have Cannons of brass:  
We have Feathers,  (Hoyd.) 
And we have Wethers  
On Mountains matted with grass.  Free. 
We have Wine and Spice, Sugar, Fruit, and Rice.  Hoyd. 
We have good Barley and Wheat,  
And were we put to 't, better can live without  
Money than you without meat.  Chorus of both Voices. Both. 
Then since 'tis so that we cannot be  
Without one another, let us two agree;  
Let the Country prove fruitful, and City be free.  
No Climate in Europe so happy as we.  [They stand aside. Enter Billet the Soldier. The Tune changeth. Bill. 
He that would be made by a Soldiers Trade,  
Let him be encouraged by me:  
For never did any men gain by the Blade  
As we have in Forty three.  Hoyd. 
What Gallant is that?  (Free.) 
It seems a Soldat,  Bill. 
Good morrow.  (Hoyd.) 
Good morrow to thee.  Bill. 
Why how now, good Friends, what, all for your ends  
Will you make up a Peace without me?  
You know in a word the Power of the Sword.  Free. 
A Cannon can conquer a King.  Bill. 
A sharp Sword will make a City to shake.  Hoyd. 
Vaith you have the World in a Zling.  Bill. 
Compare the whole Land to the Parts of a Man▪  Hoyd. 
The country's the Legs and the Toes.  Free. 
And, without a Riddle, the City's the Middle.  Bill. 
The Soldier's the Head.  (Hoyd.) 
And the Nose.  Bill. 
Though now we wear Blades, we once were of Trades,  
And shall be whilst Trading endures:  
Our Officers are, although Men of War,  
Some Goldsmiths, some Drapers.  (Hoyd.) 
And Brewers.  Bill. 
They fortunate are, and valiant in War.  Free. 
They were so.  (Hoyd.) 
I very well knew 'um.  Bill. 
Some of them were Lords.  (Hoyd.) 
Some of 'em wore Cords,  
And went up to Hangum tuum.  Bill. 
Do you get increase, we'll guard you with Peace,  
The Sword shall not come where the Axe is:  
We ll take off your Cares, we ll take off your Fears.  Hoyd. 
ay but when will you take off our Taxes?  Bill. 
We keep Nations from ye, that would overcome ye,  
Whilst you do Blow, Harrow, and Thresh:  
The Frenchman's our own.  (Hoyd.) 
Faith, What's bred in the Bone  
Will hardly get out of the flesh.  The Tune changeth. Free. 
Then, Sir, the City still shall fit ye  
With what you deserve  Hoyd. 
The Country Cow-man, and the Ploughman  
Will not let thee starve.  Free. 
With Buff and Bever we will ever  
Bless thy Back and Head.  Hoyd. 
We'll give thee yearly Wheat and Barley,  
For thy Beer and Bread.  Free. 
I will give thee Silver, and enough good Ammunition.  
I seal to this Condition.  Hoyd. 
And so do I, introth.  Bill. 
I will spend my Blood, Sir.  Free. 
And I will waste my Treasure,  Hoyd. 
To do the Soldier pleasure.  Bill. 
Why now I thank ye both.  Chorus of all Three. 
Let the City, the Country, the Camp, and the Court,  
Be the Places of Pleasure, and Royal Resort:  
And let us observe, in the midst of our Sport,  
That Fidelity makes us as firm as a Fort:  
A Union well-grounded no Malice can kurt.  [Exeunt.  
At the Conclusion of this Droll the Second Course comes in. In the mean time they sound a Lesson on the Ho-boys, Cornets, and Sackbuts; and after all the Varieties are orderly marshaled upon the Table, the Music are prepared with another Representation to salute his Lordship, which consisteth of three Parts, viz.  
A Countryman, A Citizen, and Sedition, an old Instrument of Oliver's Faction. Enter Countryman in a very melaneholy posture. 
WAw's me, that ere i did zee  
Thick vamous vine Zity;  
Two year urom Zummerzet-zheer  
Hath quite convounded me.  
A Zittizen in the Country did zay  
To me, Tom Hoyden, Leave making Hay,  
Go sell thy Land away, take Money vored,  
And buy thee a Place at Court;  
Leave off thy Leather Breech, Brown Bread, and Milk,  
Go there, and be clothed in Zilk.  
One hundred Pieces will there  
Buy vower score Pounds a year:  
Thou zhalt be every day dressed,  
Quoth he, in Tunick and Vest;  
A dozen Dishes, each day thou dost dine,  
Zhall be zerv'd to thee with Songs and Wine.  
Thought I, if thic be true, ch●ll speedily  
Zell all, and a Courtnol be:  
Ich zold my Corn away, cattle and Cart.  
And now cham not worth a Vart.  
No man was ever so zarv'd;  
Warrant Ich am welly ztarved:  
Gay Gallantry neat and vine,  
But neither Meat nor Wine.  
The Buttery Hatch is ulown off o' the Hooks,  
And the Deels run away with the Cooks;  
Not so much Zuet i'th' Kitchen as can  
Zerve one for a Zop i'th' Pan.  
Thought I to zelf, if it be so,  
Which way do the Taxes go?  
Now Ich am into London Town come,  
‛ Chave zmelt out the Dining-room,  
Rare Meat, and Music is got  
To play't in piping hot;  
Although that Gallants of Honour may boast,  
I zee that Zitizens rule the Roast,  
And will be Conquerors unto the death,  
If't come to be tried by th' Teeth.  
That Government's good where a Zurloin of Beef  
Is made a Commander in Chief.  The Tune changeth. Enter a Citizen gazing up and down. Cit 
London now beginneth to show itself,  
And in Splendour again to appear.  Count. 
Ich know not where nor how to bestow my zelf,  [Aside. 
Though by chance c'm gotten in here.  Cit 
Rome was not, in her high Degree,  
More glorious than this will be:  
Though in Rubbish lately 'twas hurled,  
'Twill be a Sight for all the World.  Count. 
Of zight and zent chave had my vill,  
But my Gut is empty still.  
Zweet Zur, kind Zur.  (Cit) 
What's your design with me?  
How came You here?  (Count) 
In at the Gate:  
Neat Zur, vine Zur, i come to dine with thee,  
Drink Zack,—  (Cit) 
Butler, look to your Plate;  
Since such Whipsters amongst us are,  
'Tis reason we should beware:  
In the Shapes of Country Elves  
Cheats do often hide themselves,  Count. 
Though chave been choosed by Londonous men,  
Chave not yet learned to cheat again.  
Chave good report as any in London, Mon,  
Where i was born, in Zummerzet-zheer;  
'Twixt Cart and Court Ich now am an undone Mon,  
Vooled and gulled.  (Cit) 
But how cam'st thou here?  Count. 
Zold my Lond for a Place at Court;  
But now Ichave nothing vored:  
It was by a Zitizen's means  
I vorzook my Bacon and Beans,  
Cow, and Blow, and Harrow, and Corn,  
Lond, and Place, and Gilt forlorn.  Cit 
Some forsaken dangerous High-way-man,  
And hast late committed some evil.  Count. 
Thou'rt mistaken, that ne'er was my way, Man.  Cit 
Carter turned Courtier may cozen the Devil.  Count. 
But a Zity-mons Vaith and Troth  
Is able to chouse them both.  Cit 
Get thee gone to Zummerzet-zheer,  
Thou shalt stay no longer here.  Count. 
The Country did not zerve ye so  
In Zixty vive, six years ago.  
When the Zity was in calamity  
By the Vire, we zhew d our true Hearts,  
Love and pity, good will and amity.  Cit 
So ye did in your Twenty-pound Carts.  Count. 
Though one Zity in Vlames did smother,  
Our Wagons did save another.  Cit 
'Tis confess d, the Cash in the Chest  
Builds another Phoenix Nest.  Count. 
Zhall i feed now?  (Cit) 
Prithee go in:  
Ingratudes a monstrous sin.  As they are going off, Enter Oliver Faction: The Citizen and Countryman stand by and observe. The Tune changeth to another Air. Oliver. 
Room for a Lad that hath been a Guest  
At many an Honourable Noble Feast.  
How comes 't about  
That I am now left out,  
Who lately was so eminently in request?  
From a concealed Committee I came,  
Oliver Faction is my Name,  
I love as life  
To sow the seeds of Strife  
'Twixt Father, Mother, Sister, Brother, Husband, and Wife.  
My Nature too is like my Name,  
All peaceful Minds abhor it;  
I put all Nations in a Flame,  
And give them Reasons for it:  
I deal debate  
In Church and State,  
And bring all in Combustion;  
With Low and High  
I can comply  
From Scarlet Robe to Fustian.  
Zealous Factions I can spur,  
With Yea, and Nay, and Never stir:  
But at the Court  
It is my sport  
To do as they would ha' me;  
With Soldiers there  
I curse and swear  
The desperate word of damn-me.  
The Roundheads and the Cavaliers  
I filled with falsehood and fears,  
A Covenant I made  
To further my Trade,  
And set them together by th' ears.  [Walks up and down. Count. 
What vellows thick that doth so ztare.  Cit 
I wonder how he came in here,  
Where e'er he goes  
Conspiracy he shows,  
Which commonly doth terminate in deadly blows.  Count. 
Let's kick'n out.  Cit 
A while forbear.  Count. 
Ihill whipp'n till he stinks for fear.  
Let's stand aside  
And hear his begging pride,  
He'll utter something now which he doth use to hide.  Oliver. 
It joys me much to find it hot  
With Brother against Brother;  
I laugh to see how close they plot  
To ruin one another.  
Small trifles are  
The seeds of War  
Copes Surplices, and Rochets,  
Formalities  
Will make men rise,  
Whose heads are full of Crotchets.  
Down with Dagon cries the Zealot,  
We will vanquish Pope and Prelate;  
And then to work  
Like Jew and Turk  
Misguided by a Pigeon,  
The tother stares,  
And struts and swears  
He fights for his Religion.  
Then in come the Bodkins and Whistles,  
And Roses do Covenant with Thistles.  
They fight and they die,  
This is brave news quoth I  Coun. 
Zee zee how he sets up his bristles.  To another Tune. Cit 
What are you Sir that come  
Into this peaceful room?  
Where Amity attends  
Our Loyal Citizens.  Oliver. 
A Juggler that can show State Tricks,  
Such as were done in forty six.  
Then follow follow me  
All you that factious be;  
You that are discontent  
Against the Government,  
I le bring ye amongst valiant fellows  
That can lead ye.  Count. 
To the Gallows.  Oliver. 
If any man's ambition  
Dislikes his own condition,  
Provided he be wise,  
I le teach him how to rise;  
I le make a Brewer with his sling  
To sway the Sceptre of a King.  
A failing Citizen  
I can make whole again.  Cit 
Go seek them out elsewhere,  
There's no such persons here.  Count. 
If zuch a work thou canst go through,  
Ihill warrant thou'lt vind enough to do.  Oliver. 
If any Prentice wash  
Away his Master's Cash,  
In swaggering draughts of Wine,  
That fellow shall be mine:  
At two years old I le make him free,  Coun. 
And vit'n for the Triple Tree.  Tune changeth Cit. 
Renounce ill and leave off the Villainy  
You did in forty six,  
When writing and fighting did beggar and kill many;  
But now we have found your tricks.  
Your Council nor all the bad wit is in  
Your scull, can turn the tide:  
You sha' not, nor cannot comply with a Citizen  
That will support your pride.  
Their hearts now with faith and reality  
Are united so much unto Loyalty,  
Love true Religion and Loyalty,  
They to the Sovereign power do fix;  
Your new knacks will never prevail with us,  
They did so frequently formerly fail with us,  Coun. 
Therefore thou shalt to the Jail with us.  Count. Whips & kicks him. Oliver. 
Prithee forbear thy whips and kicks.  Tune changeth. Oliver. 
Prithee let me go fair and free,  
I did never do hurt to thee.  Count. 
Yes you did it in forty three.  
When your Measles did blunder me.  
And if c'm not much mistaken,  
Icham very zure 'twas you  
That did vilch my Beans and Bacon:  
cattle to Battle were took from Blow,  
Ye did leave me never a Horse nor Cow.  Oliver. 
Where was this?  Count. 
In Zummerset-zheer.  Oliv. 
I do confess my men were there,  
But 'twas in the time of War,  
Where huddles and troubles were high and hot,  
And I hope that now it is quite forgot.  Cit 
Get thee gone away from this place.  Count. 
Or thy Tunick Iche mean to lace.  Oliver. 
I will never injurious be  
To the City Society.  Cit 
If I should put trust in thee.  
I know that no man would trust me.  Oliver. 
Let me stay and thou shalt see  
I'll merrily, cheerily drink a free  
And a hearty Cup to his Majesty.  Cit 
On these terms I'll let thee stay;  
But yet before we drink we'll pray  
That this ascending City may  
By Fire or Sword know no decay,  
Until the very very latter day.  Chorus. Oliver. 
Then in a Chorus of Prophetic Spirits  
we'll sing forth her fame, and her name, and her merits.  Cit 
No Cities that are shall ever compare  
With London fetched out of the flames,  
The City of Rome shall in pilgrimage come,  
And Tiber shall bow down to Thames.  Oliver. 
No Fabrics that be are like this City  
For Structure and beautiful Beams.  Omnes. 
Rome shall with her glory so famous in Story,  
Make Tiber pay Tribute to Thames.  [Exeunt.  
In this honest, innocent, pleasant, and amicable Recreation the Afternoon is wasted; and Dinner being concluded, the foot Marshal doth rally all the scattered Retinue of his Lordship, and reduce them to their primitive Order as in the morning; only the Pensioners instead of Javelins and Targets carry Torches for lighting his Lordship, and Aldermen, and the Companies in their return from Guildhall; and both bodies being once more joined together after Dinner, march up Kings-street towards Skinners-hall, where the Pageant called the Wilderness makes a stand; and the aforesaid Orpheus speaketh the second Speech following. 

SPEECH.  
My Lord,  
THE Company on whom I wait,  
Command me to salute you at your Gate,  
With their fraternal hearty wishes; may  
Your joys exceed the glory of this day.  
May never night approach them, never ill  
Divert them, but be fair and rising still:  
May you in Traffic no disaster know,  
Your riches never ebb, but ever flow,  
Piety be your practice, and the poor  
Never go empty handed from your door.  
May you grow up in Honour's seat, and prove  
A Subject for your King, and City's love.  
May you live centuries of years and see  
Yourself still young in your Posterity.  
And so your Company bids (in your own right)  
Good morrow to your Glories, not good night.    
Which ended, and his Lordship entered his house, all depart in order, as the conveniency of night will permit; and the several persons appointed to attend the service of the day, take especial care to lodge the Silkworks and triumphs in some secure place, till they can remove them to Skinners-hall, in regard they are of some weight, and the burden of the day was heavy to the undertakers.   

POSTSCRIPT.  
After this Copy, as I thought, was perfected by the Committee, and the Papers gone to the Press, I was further advertised, that there would be another Pageant, which is a Forest, properly accommodated with several Animals, Sylvans, Satyrs, and Wood-Nymphs sitting and stirring in very good order; the Nymphs attired in various coloured Robes, and (in the front) are two Negroes richly adorned with Oriental Pearl and Jewels, mounted upon two Panthers.  
Near to the presence of the King, Queen, Duke, and other Beams of the Royal Family, near Milk-street end is a Stage erected and fixed, where the much magnified Jacob Hall and his Company express the height of their Activity in Tumbling, and the like.   
FINIS.