London's Tempe, OR, The Field of Happiness. In which Field are planted several Trees of Magnificence, State and Bewty, to Celebrate the Solemnity of the Right Honourable james Campebell, At his Inauguration into the Honourable Office of Praetorship, or Mayoralty of London, on Thursday the 29 of October, 1629. All the particular Inventions, for the Pageants, Shows of Triumph, both by Water and land being here fully set down, At the sole Cost, and liberal Charges of the Right worshipful Society of Ironmongers. Written by THOMAS DEKKER. Quando magis Dignos licuit Spectare Triumphos? coat of arms or blazon To the Right honourable james Campebell, Lord Mayor of the most renowned City of London. Honourable Praetor: THe Triumphs which these few leaves of paper, present to your view, (Albeit their glories are but short-lived as glittering only for a day) Boldly show their faces unto the eye of the world, as Servants attending on your Lordship only to do you honour. With much care, cost and curiosity are they brought forth; And, with exceeding greatness of Love, a free handed bounty of their Purse, a Noble and generous Alacrity of Spirit, have your worthy Fraternity, and much to be honoured Brotherhood of Ironmongers, bestowed them upon you. It much wins upon them, to have such a Chief; and you cannot but be glad to have such a Society: By a free Election are you London's Praetor; The Suffrages of Commoners call you to your seat. A succession to the place, Takes you by the hand, your Industry hath met with Blessings, those blessings given you ability, and that ability makes you fit for a Magistrate. Yet there is a music in your own bosom, whose strings being touched yields as harmonious a sound to you, as All these: And that is, to see yourself heir to that Patrician Dignity with which your Father was Invested. It was an honour to him to wear that Robe of Scarlet, It it a double glory to you, in so short an age to have his sword borne before you. You have the voice of Senators breathing out your welcome, A confluence of Grave Citizens, Adding state to your state, The acclamations of People, ushering you along. Whilst I (the least part of this Triumphant day) spend such sand as I have to help to fill up the hour glass, my Service running. Attending on your Lordship Thomas Dekker. London's Tempe. WEre it possible for a Man, in the Compass of a Day, to behold (as the Sun does) All the Cities in the World, as if he went with Walking Beams about him; That Man should never see in any Part of the year, Any City, so Magnificently Adorned with All Sorts of Triumphs, variety of Music, of Bravery, of Beauty, of Feast, of Civil (yet Rich) Ceremonies, with gallant Lords and Ladies, and Throngs of People as London is enriched with, on the first Day, that Her Great Lord (or Lord Maior, for 'tis all one) Takes, That Office upon him. In former Ages, He was not Encompassed with such Glories, No such Firmaments of Stars were to be seen in Cheapside: Thames drank no such Costly Healths to London, as he does Now. But as Troynovant spread in Fame, so our English Kings, shined upon her with Favours. In Those Homespun Times, They had no Collars of SS, no Mace, Sword, nor Cap of Maintenance, These came by Degrees, as Additamenta Honoris, additions or Ensigns of more Honour, Conferred by several Princes on this City: For, in the time of Edward Confessor, the chief Ruler of the City was called Reeve, Grieve, or Portreeve: The next to him in authority, Provost. Then in the first of Richard 1. two Bailiffs carried the sway: This continued till the ninth of King john, who by Letters Patents gave the Citizen's power, yearly to choose themselves a Lord Maior, and two Sheriffs. Then, King Henry 3. made the first Aldermen in London (yet the Name of Ealdorman was known in the Saxons time, for Alwin in the reign of Edgar, was Alderman of All England, that is to say, Chief justice:) and those Aldermen of London, had Rule then (as Now) over the Wards of the City, but were every year changed, as the Shreiffes are in these days. Then Edward 1. ordained that the Lord Maior, should in the King's absence, sit in all Places within London, as Chief justice; And that every Alderman that had been Lord Mayor, should be a justice of Peace for London and Middlesex all his life after. Then, in the reign of Henry 7. Sr. John Shaw Goldsmith, being Lord Maior, caused the Aldermen to ride from the Guild-hall to the water side, when he went to take his Oath at Westminster, (where before they Road by land thither,) and at his return to ride again to the Guild-hall, there to dine, all the Kitchens, and other Offices there, Being built by Him: since which time, the Feast has there been kept: for before, it was either at Grocer's Hall, or the Merchantaylors. Thus small Roots grow in time to Cedars, shallow streams, to rivers, and a Hand of Government to be the strongest Arm in a Kingdom. Thus you see London in her mean attire, then in Robes Majestical; and sitting in that Pomp, cast your Eye, upon those alluring Objects, which she herself Beholds with Admiration. The first. The first Scene is a Waterwork, presented by Oceanus, King of the Sea (from whose Name the Universal Main Sea is called the Ocean) He, to celebrate the Ceremonies and Honours, due to this great Festival, and to show the world his Marine Chariot, sits Triumphantly in the Vast (but Quaint) shell of a silver Scollup, Reyning in the heads of two wild Sea-horses, proportioned to the life, their maines falling about their necks, shining with curls of gold. On his head, which (as his Beard) is knotted, long, carelessly spread, and white, is placed, a Diadem, whose Bottom, is a conceited Coronet of gold; The middle over that, is a Coronet of silver Scollops, and on the top a fair spreading branch of Coral, interwoven thickly with Pearl. In his right hand, a golden Trident, or three forked Sceptre. His habit is Antique, the stuff watchet, and silver: a mantle crossing his body, with silver waves, Bases, and Buskins cut likewise at the top into silver scollups. And in this language he congratulates his Lordship. Oceanus' his Specch. THus Mounted, hither comes the King of waves, Whose voice Charms roughest Billows into slaves, Whose Foot, treads down their necks with as much Ease As in my shelly Coach, I rein up These. Loud Echoes called me from my glittering Throne To see the Noble Thamesis;— A Son To this my Queen and Me (〈◊〉) whose Ear ne'er jeweld up such Music as sounds Here. For, our unfaddomd World, Roars out with None But Horrid Sea-fights, Navies Overthrown, Lands halfe-drownd in Blood, Pirates pell mell, Turk's slavish tugging Oars, The Dunkirks Hell, The Dutchmans' Thunder, And the Spaniards Lightning, To whom, the Sulphur's Breath gives Heat & Heightening, O! These are the Dire Tunes my Consort sings, But here! old Thame out shines the Beams of Kings. This City Adds New Glories to Ioues Court. And to All you, who to this Hall resort, This 〈◊〉 via (as a Path) is given, Being P●l●d with Pearl, as that with Stars in heaven I could (to ●w●ll my train) Becon the Rhine. (But the wild Boar ha' tusked up his vine.) I could Swift Volga Call, whose curled head lies On seven 〈◊〉 pillows, (But, in merchandizes The Russian, him employs)- I could to these Call Ganges, Nilus, long haired Euphrates, Tagus whose golden Hands clasp Lisbon walls, Him could I call too, But what need these calls? Were they all here, they would weep out there eyes, Mad that new Troy's high towers on tiptoe rise To hit Heaven's Roof: Mad, to see Thames this day (For all his age) in wanton windings Play, Before his, new Grave Praetor, and before These senators, Best fathers of the poor. That Grand Canale, where (stately) once a year A Fleet of bridal Gondoletts appear, To marry with a golden Ring, (That's Hurled, Into the sea) That minion of the world Venice to Neptune,- A poor Lantscip is, To these full Bravereiss of Thamesis. Go therefore up to Caeasars' Court,- And claim What honours there are left to Campe-bels name As by disent, whilst we tow up a tide Which shall run sweeting up by you barges side: That done, Time shall Oceanus Name Enrol, For guarding You to London's Capitol. The second Presentation. The Invention is a Proud swelling Sea, on whose Waves is borne up, a sea Lion, as a proper and eminent Body, to Marshal in the following Triumphs; In regard it is one of the supporters of the East Indian Company, of which his Lordship is free, and a great adventurer. And these Marine creatures, are the more fitly employed, In regard also, that his Lordship is Mayor of the Staple, Governor of the French Company, and free of the East-land Company. On this Lion (which is cut out of w●●d to the life) rides Tethys' wife to Oceanus, and Queen of the Sea; for why should the King of waves be in such a glorious progress without his Queen, or she without him? They both therefore twin themselves together to heighten these solemnities. Her hair is long, and Dishevelled, on her head, an antique sea-tyre, encompassed with a coronal of gold and pearl, her garments rich, and proper to her quality, with a Taffeta mantle fringed with silver crossing her body. Her right hand, supporting a large streamer, in which are the Lord Mayor's arms. On each side of this Lion, attend a Mermaid, and Merman, holding two Banners, with the Arms of the two New Shrieves, several fishes swimming as it were about the border. And these two having dispatched on the water, hasten to advance themselves on Land. The third. The third show is an Ostrich, cut out of timber to the life, biting a horse-shoe. On this Bird rides an Indian boy, holding in one hand a long Tobacco pipe, in the other a dart. His attire is proper to the Country. At the four angels of the square where the Estridg stands, are placed a Turk, and a Persian. A pikeman & a Musketeere. The fourth. The fourth presentation is called the Lemnian Forge. In it are Vulcan, the Smith of Lemnos, with his servants (the Cyclopes) whose names are Pyracmon, Brontes & Sceropes, working at the Anuile Their habit are waste coats, and leather approns: their hair black and shaggy, in knotted curls. A fire is seen in the Forge, Bellowes blowing, some filing, some at other works; Thunder and Lightning on occasion. As the Smiths are at work, they sing in praise of Iron, the Anuile and Hammer: by the concordant strokes and sounds of which, Tuballcayne became the first inventor of Music. The Song. Brave Jron! Brave Hammer! from your sound, The Art of Music has her Ground, On the Anuile, Thou keep'st Time, Thy Knick-a-knock is a smith's Best Chime, Yet Thwick a-Thwack, Thwick, Thwac-a-Thwac-Thwac, Make our Brawny sinews Crack, Then Pit a-pat-pat, pit-a-pat-pat, Till thickest bars be beaten flat. We shoe the Horses of the Sun, Harness the Dragons of the Moon, Forge Cupid's Quiver, Bow, and Arrows, And our Dame's Coach, that's drawn with Sparrows. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. Ioues Roaring Cannons, and his Rammers, We beat out with our Lemnian Hammers, Mars his Gauntlet, Helm and Spear, And Gorgon Shield are all made here. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. The Grate which (shut) the Day out-barres, Those golden studs which nail the stars, The Globes-case, and the Axletree, Who can Hammer these but We. Till thwick-a-thwack, etc. A Warmng-pan to heat Earth's bed, Lying i'th' frozen Zone half-dead, Hobnails to serve the Man i'th' Moon, And Sparrow-bils to clout Pan's shoes. Whose work but ours? Till thwic-a-thwack, &c, Venus Kettles, Pots and Pens, We make, or else she Brawls and Bannes, tongues, Shovels, Andirons have their places, Else she scratches all our faces. Till thick a-thwack, etc. Cupid sits in one place of this Forge; on his head a curled yellow hair, his eyes hid in Lawn, a Bow and Quiver, his armour. Wings at his back; his body in light colours, a changeable silk mantle crossing it: Golden and silver arrows, are ever and anon reached up to him, which he shoots upward into the air, and is still supplied with more from the Forge. On the top sits jove, in a rich Antique habit, a long white reverend hair on his head, a beard long and curled: A Mace of Triple fire in his hand burning who calling to Vulcan, This language passes between them. jove. Ho Vulcan. Vul. Stop your Hammers: what ails jove? We are making arrows for my slip-string son, Here,— reach him those two dozen; I must now A golden handle make for my wife's fann: Work my sine Smugges. jove First hear; you shall not play, The Fates would scold should you keep Holiday. Vul. What then? jov. Command thy Brawny fisted slaves to sweat At th' Anuile, and to dust their Hammers beat, To stuff with Thunderbolts Ioues Armoryes, For Vices (mountainlike) in black heaps rise, My sinews crack to fallen them:— Idiot pride Stalks upon stilts,— Ambition, by her side, Climbing to catch Stars, breaks her neck it'h fall, The Gallant Roars,— Roarers drink oaths and gall, The Beggar curses,— Avarice eats gold Yet ne'er is filled,— Learning's awrangling scold, War has a Fatal hand,— Peace, whorish Eyes, Shall not jove, beat down such Impieties? Is't not high time, Is't not true justice then (Vulcan) for thee, and thy tough Hammer-men To heat thy Anuile,— and blow fires to flames To burnethese Broods, who kill even with their Names? Vul. Yes jove, 'tis more than Time. jove. And what helps this, but Iron! O then, how high Shall this Great Troy, Text up the Memory Of you her Noble Praetor, and tall Those (Your worthy Brotherhood) through whose Care goes That rare, rich prize of Iron, to the whole Land, Iron! fare more worth than Tagus' golden Sand. Iron! best of Metals! Pride of Minerals! Hart of the Earth! Hand of the World, which falls Heavy when it strikes home:— By Irons strong Charms Riots lie bound:— War stops her rough Alarms Iron; Earthquakes strikes in Foes:— Knits friends in love, Iron's that maine Hinge, on which the World doth move: No Kingdom's Globe can turn, Even, Smooth and Round, But that his Axletree in Iron is found: For, Armies wanting Iron, are puffs of wind, And, but for Iron, who thrones of peace would mind? Were there no gold nor silver in the land: Yet Navigation (which on Jron does stand) Can fetch it in— Gold's Darling to the Sun, But Iron, his hardy Boy, by whom is done More than the T'other dare: The Merchant's Gates By Iron, bar out thievish assassinates: Iron is the Shopkeepers both Lock and Kay, What are your Cours of Guard, when Iron's away? How would the Cornepricke up her golden Ears: But that Iron Plough shares, all the labour bears In Earth's strange Midwiffry? Brave Jron! what praise Deserves it? More 'tis beat, more it obeys; The more it suffers: More it smooths offence: In Drudgery, it shines with Patience. This Fellowship, was then with judging Eyes United to the twelve great Companies: It being fare more Worthy, than to Fill A File inferior;— You's the sun's gilded Hill: On toot: jove guards you on: Cyclopes a Ring Make with your Hammers, to whose Music Sing. The Fift. The fift Presentation is called London's Tempe, or The Field of Happiness; thereby redecting upon the name of Campebell, or Le Beu Champe, A fair and glorious field. It is an arbour, supported by 4 Great Terms: On the 4 Angles, or corners over the Terms, are placed 4 Pendants with arms in them. It is round about furnished with trees and flowers: the upper part with several fruits: Intimating that as London is the best-stored Garden in the Kingdom for Plants, Herbs, Flowers, Rootes, and such like; So, on this day it is the most glorious City in the Christian world. And therefore Titan (one of the names of the Sun) in all his splendour, with Flora, Ceres, Pomona, Ver and Estas, are seated in this Tempe; on the top of all stands a Lion's head, being the Lord Mayor's Crest. Titan being the Speaker, does in this language court his Lordship to attention. Titan his Specch. WElcome (great Praetor) Now hear Titan speak, Whose beams to Crown this Day, through Clouds thus Break My coach of beaten gold is set aside, My Horses to Ambrosial mangers tied, Why is this done? why leave I mine own Sphere? But here to circled You, for a whole Year: Embrace then Titan's Counsel:— Now so Guide The Chariot of your sway in a Just Pace, That All (to come hereafter) may with Pride, Say, None like you did Noblier quit the Place▪ Lower than Now you are in Fame, Never fall, Note me (the Sun) who in my Noon Career, Renders a shadow, short or None at all, And so, since Honour's Zodiac is your sphere, A shrub to you must be the tallest Pine, On poor and rich you Equally must shine. This if you Do, my Arms shall ever spread About those Rooms you Feast in:— From her head Flora, her garlands pluck (being Queen of Flowers) To dress your Parlours up like summer's Bowers: Ceres, lay golden sheaffes on your full board, With fruit you from Pomona shall be sloard, Whilst Ver and Estas (Spring and Summer) Drive From this your Tempe, Winter, till he Dive I'th' frozen Zone, and Titan's Radiant shield Guard Campe-bels Beuch ampe, London's fairest field. The sixth and last Presentation. This is called Apollo's palace: because 7. persons representing the 7 liberal Sciences are richly Enthroned in this City. Those 7 are in lose robes of several colours, with mantles according, and holding in their hands Escutcheons, with Emblems in them proper to every one quality. The body of this work is supported by 12 silver Columns. At the four angles of it, four Pendants play with the Wind. On the top is erected a square Tower, supported by four golden Columes. In every square is presented the Embosd antique head of an Emperor, figuring the 4. Monarches of the world, and in them, pointing at four Kingdoms. Apollo is the chief person; on his head a garland of bays; In his hand a Lute; Some Hypercritical Censurer perhaps, will ask, why having Titan, I should bring in Apollo, sithence they both are names proper to the Sun. But the youngest Novice in Poetry can answer for me, that the Sun when he shines in heaven is called Titan, but being on Earth (as he is here) we call him Apollo. Thus therefore Apollo tunes his voice. Apoloes' speech. APollo never stuck in Admiration till now: My Delphos is removen hither; my Oracles are spoken here: Here the Sages utter their wisdom, Here the Sibyls their divine verses. I see Senators this day in Scarlet riding to the Capitol, and to morrow the same men riding up and down the field in Armours Gowned Citizens, and Warlike Gowne-men. The Gun here gives place, and the own takes the upper hand. The Gown and the Gun march in one File together. Happy King that has such people, happy Land in such a King! Happy Praetor so graced with Honours! Happy Senators so obeyed by Citizens. And happy Citizens that can command such Triumphs. Good in your full glories: whilst Apollo, and these Mistresses of the Learned Sciences, waft you to that Honourable shore; whither Time bids you hasten to arrive. A speech at Night, at taken leave of his Lordship at his Gate, by Oceans. AFter the glorious troubles of this day, Night bids you welcome home,— Night who does lay All pomp, all Triumphs, by,- state, now desends, Here or Officious Train their service ends, And yet not all, for see: the golden Sun, Albeiu he had his days work fully done, Sits up above his hour, and does his best To keep the stars from lighting you to rest, Him will I take along to lay his head In Tethys' lape, Peace therefore Guard your beds: In your year's Zediacke may you fairly move, Shined on by Angels, blest with goodness love. Thus much, his own worth, cries up the Workman (M. Gerard Christmas ) for his Invention, that all the pieces were exact, and set forth lively, with much Cost. And this year, gives one Remarkable Note to after times, that all the Barges followed one another (every Company in their degree) in a Stately and Majestical order. This being the Invention of a Noble Citizen, one of the Captains of the City. FJNJS.