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The Triumphs of Truth.
A Solemnity unparaleld for Cost, Art,
and Magnificence at the Confirmation and
Establishment of that Worthy and true Nobly-
minded Gentleman, Sir THOMAS MIDDLETON,
Knight, in the Honorable Office of his mA-
jesties Lieuetenant, the Lord Maior of the
thrice famous Citty of LONDON.
Taking Beginning at his Lordship’s going,and proceeding
after his Returne from receiving the Oath of Maior-
alty at Westminster, on the Morrow next after
Simon and Judes day, October 29. 1613.
All the Showes, Pageants, Chariots, Morning, Noone,
and Night-Triumphes.
Directed, Written, and redeem’d into forme, from the igno-
rance of some former times, and their
Common Writer,
By THOMAS MIDDLETON.
Shewing also his Lordships Entertainement upon Mi-
chaelmas day last,being the day of his Election, at that
most Famous and Admired Worke of the Running
Streame, from Amwell-Head into the Cesterne at
Islington, being the sole Cost, Industry and Invention
of the Worthy Mr. HUGH MIDDLETON of London,
Gold-smith.
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LONDON,
Printed by NICHOLAS OKES. 1613.

The Epistle Dedicatory

TO THE GREAT EXPectation of Vertue and Goodnesse, and most worthy of all those Costs and Honors, which the Noble Fellowship and Society of Grocers, and generall love of the whole City, in full heap’d bounties bestow upon him, the truly Generous and Judicious, Sir Thomas Middleton, Knight, Lord Maior of the Honorable Citty of London.
As often as we shall fixe our thoughts upon the Almighty Providence, so often they returne to our capacities laden with Admiration, either from the Divine workes of his Mercy, or those incomprehensible of his Justice: but here to instance onely his Omnipotent Mercy, it being the Health and Preservation of all his workes: and first not onely in raising, but also in preserving your Lordship from many great and insident [2] dangers, especially in forraine Countries in the time of your Youth and Travels: and now with Safety, Love and Triumph, to establish You in this yeares Honor: crowning the Perfection of your Daies, and the Gravity of your Life, with Power, Respect and Reverence. Next, in that my selfe (though unworthy) being of one Name with your Lordship, notwithstanding all Oppositions of Malice, Ignorance and Envy, should thus happily live, protected by part of that Mercy (as if one Fate did prosperously cleave to one Name) now to do Service to your Fame and Worthinesse, and my Pen, onely to be employd in these Bounteous and Honorable Tryumphs, being but shadowes to those Eternall Glories that stand ready for Deservers, to which I commend the Deserts of your Justice, remaining ever,
To your Lordship, in the best
of my observance,
Thomas Middleton.

Introduction

The Tryumphs of Truth
SEarch all Chronicles, Histories, Records, in what language or letter soever; let the inquisitive man waste the dear Treasures of his Time and Eye sight, he shall conclude his life only in this certainty, that there is no subject upon earth received into the place of his governement with the like State and Magnificence as is the Lord Maior of the Citty of London. This being then infallible (like the Mistresse of our Triumphs) and not to be denied of any, how carefull ought those Gentlemen to be, to whose discretion and Judgement the weight and charge of such a businesse is entirely referred and committed by the whole Society, to have all things correspondent to that Generous and Noble freenesse of cost and liberality, the streames of Art, to equal those of Bounty, a Knowledge that may take the true height of such an Honorable Solemnity; the miserable want of both which in the impudent common writer, hath often forc’d from me much pitty and sorrow; and it would heartily grieve any understanding spirit to behold many times so glorious a fire in bounty and goodnesse offering to match itselfe with freezing Art, sitting in darknesse, with the candle out, looking like the picture of Blacke Monday [3] .
But to speake truth, which many beside myselfe can affirme upon knowledge, a care that hath beene seldome equal’d, and not easily imitated, hath been faithfully showne in the whole course of this businesse, both by the Wardens and Committies, men of much understanding, industry, and carefulnesse, little weighing the greatnesse of expence, so the cost might purchase perfection, so fervent hath beene their desire to excell in that (which is a learned and vertuous Ambition) and so unfainedly pure the loves and affections of the whole Company to his Lordship; If any shall imagine that I set fairer colours upon their Deserts, then they upon themselves, let them but reade and conceive, and their owne understandings will light them to the acknowledgement of their errors. First, they may here behold love and bounty opening with the morning, earlier then some of former yeares, ready at the first appearing of his Lordship, to give his eare a taste of the dayes succeeding glory, and thus the forme of it presents itselfe.

Soper Lane

At Soper-lane end a Senate house erected, upon which Musicians sit playing; and more to quicken time, a sweet voyce married to these words:
THE SONG
song
Mother of many honorable Sonnes,
Think not the Glasse too slowly runnes
That in Times hand is set,
Because thy worthy Sonne appears not yet:
Lady be pleas’d, the hower growes on,
Thy joy will be compleate anon;
Thou shalt behold
The man enrol’d
In Honours bookes, whom Vertue raises,
Love-circled round,
His triumphs crownd
With all good wishes, prayers, and praises.
song
[4] What greater comfort to a mother’s heart,
Then to behold her sonnes desert:
Goe hand in hand with love,
Respect and honor (blessings from above)
It is of power all greefes to kill,
And with a floud of joy to fill.
Thy aged eyes,
To see him rise,
With glory dec’t, [5] where expectation.
Grace, truth, and fame,
Met in his name,
Attends his honors confirmation.
After this sweet aire hath liberally spent itselfe, at the first appearing of the Lord Maior from Guild-hall in the morning, a Trumpet plac’d upon that Scaffold sounds forth his welcome; then after a straine or two of Musicke, a Grave Feminine Shape presents itselfe, from behinde a silke curtain, representing London, attired like a reverend Mother, a long white haire naturally flowing on either side of her: on her head a modell of Steeples and Turrets, her habite Crimson silke, neere to the Honourable garment of the Citty: her left hand holding a Key of gold, who after a comely grace, equally mixt with Comfort and Reverence, sends from her lips this Motherly salutation:
The Speech of London
poem
Honour and Joy salute thee, I am rais’d
In comfort and in love to see thee, glad
And happy in thy blessings, nor esteeme
My words the lesse, cause I a Woman speake,
A woman’s counsell is not always weake.
I am thy Mother, at that name I know
Thy heart do’s reverence to me, as becomes
A Sonne of Honour, in whose soule burnes cleere
The sacred lights of divine feare and knowledge,
I know, that at this instant, all the workes
Of Motherly love in me, showne to thy Youth
When it was soft and helplesse, are sum’d up
In thy most gratefull minde, thou well remembrest
All my deere paines and care, with what affection
I cherish thee in my bosome, watchfull still
Over thy wayes,
Set wholesome and Religious Lawes before
The foot-steps of thy youth, show’d Thee the way
That lead thee to the Glory of this Day.
To which (with teares of the most fruitfull joy
That ever Mother shed) I welcome Thee.
Oh I could be content to take my part
Out of Felicity onely in weeping,
Thy Presence and this Day is so deere to me.
Looke on my age (my Honorable Sonne)
And then begin to thinke upon thy Office:
See how on each side of mee hang the cares
Which I bestowd on Thee, in silver haires.
And now the Faith, the Love, the zealous Fires
With which I cheer’d thy Youth, my Age requires,
The duty of a Mother I have showne,
Through all the Rites of pure affection,
In Care, in Government, in Wealth, in Honour,
Brought Thee to what thou art, thow’st [6] all from mee,
Then what thou should’st be I expect from Thee.
Now to Thy Charge, Thy Government, Thy Cares,
Thy Mother in her age submits her yeares.
And though (to my abundant griefe I speake it,
Which now ore-flows my joy) some Sonnes I have
Thanklesse, unkind, and disobedient,
Rewarding all my Bounties with Neglect,
And will of purpose wilfully retire
Themselves, from doing grace and service to me,
When they have got all they can, or hope for, from me,
The thankfulnesse in which Thy Life doth move,
Did ever promise fairer fruits of Love,
And now they show themselves, yet they have all
My blessing with them, so the world shall see
’Tis their unkindnesse, no defect in me;
But go Thou forward (my thrice Honor’d Sonne)
In waies of goodnesse, Glory is best wunne
When Merit brings it home, disdaine all Titles
Purchas’d with Coine, of Honor take Thou hold,
By thy Desert let others buy’t with Gold;
Fixe thy most serious Thought upon the weight
Thou goest to undergo, ’tis the just Government
Of this Fam’d Citty, (Mee) whom other Nations call
Their brightest Eye, then with what care and feare
Ought I to be ore-seene to be kept cleare?
Spots in deformed Faces are scarce Noted,
Faire cheekes are strain’d if ner’e so little blotted.
See’st thou this Key of Gold? It shows thy charge,
This place is the King’s Chamber, all pollution,
Sinne and Uncleannesse must be lock’t out here,
And be kept sweet, with Sanctity, Faith and Feare,
I see Grace takes effect, Heavens joy upon her,
’Tis rare, when Vertue opes the Gate to Honor,
My blessing be upon thee, Sonne and Lord,
And on my Sonnes all, that obey my word.

Three Cranes Wharf

Then making her Honour, as before, the Waites of the Citty there in service, his Lordship and the Worthy Company, are lead [sic] forward toward the water side, where you shall finde the River deck’t in the richest glory to receive him; upon whose Christall Bosome stands five Islands art-fully garnished with all manner of Indian Fruite-Trees, Drugges, Spiceries, and the like, the middle Island with a faire Castle especially beautified.

Baynard’s Castle

But making haste to returne to the Citty againe, where Triumph waites in more Splendor and Magnificence, the first then that attends to receive his Lordship off the water at Bainards Castle , is Truth’s Angell on Horse-back, his Raiment of white Silke powdred with Starres of Gold: on his head a Crowne of Gold, a Trumpeter before him on Horse-back, and Zeale the Champion of Truth, in a Garment of Flame-coloured Silke, with a bright haire on his head, from which shoot Fire-beames, following close after him, mounted alike, his Right hand holding a flaming Scourge, intimating thereby that as hee is the manifester of Truth, he is likewise the chastizer of Ignorance and Error.
The Salutation of the Angell.
poem
I have within mine Eye my blessed Charge,
Haile Friend of Truth, Safety and Joy attends [7] thee;
I am Truth’s Angell, by my Mistress sent
To guard and guid thee, when thou took’st thy Oath
I stood on thy Right hand, though to thy eye
In visible forme I did not then appeare,
Aske but thy Soule t’will tell thee I stood neere;
And ’twas a Time to take care of Thee then
At such a Marriage before Heaven and Men,
(Thy Faith wed to Honor) close behinde thee
Stood Error’s Minister, that still sought to blinde thee,
And wrap his subtill mists about thy Oath,
To hide it from the nakednesse of Troth, [8]
Which is Truth’s purest glory, but my light
Still as it shone, Expeld her blackest spite;
His Mists fled by, yet all I could devise,
Could hardly keepe them from some People’s eyes,
But thine they flew from, thy Care’s but begun
Wake on, the Victory is not halfe yet wun,
Thou wilt be still assaulted, thou shalt meete
With many dangers, that in voice seeme sweet,
And waies most pleasant to a worldling’s eye,
My Mistresse has but One, but that leads hye
To yon triumphant Citty follow mee,
Keepe thou to Truth, eternitie keepes to thee.
Zeale.
poem
On boldly man of honor, thou shalt win,
I am Truth’s champion, Zeale, the scourge of sin.

Paul’s Chain

The Trumpet then sounding, the Angell and Zeale ranke themselves just before his Lordship, and conduct him to Paul’s-chaine , where in the south-yard Error in a chariot with his infernall ministers attends to assault him, his garment of ash-colour silke, his head rowld in a cloud, over which stands, and owle, a moale [9] on one shoulder, a bat on the other, all symboles of blinde ignorance and darknesse, mists hanging at his eyes: close before him rides Envy his champion, eating of a humane heart, mounted on a Rhenoceros, attired in red silke, sutable to the bloudinesse of her manners, her left pap [10] bare, where a snake fastens, her armes halfe naked, holding in her right hand a dart tinted in bloud.
The Greeting of Error.
poem
Art come? O welcome my triumphant Lord,
My glories sweet-heart! how many millions
Of happy wishes hath my love told out
For this desired minute, I was dead
Till I enjoyd thy presence, I saw nothing,
A blindnesse thicker than idolatry,
Clove to my eye-bals, now I am all of light,
Of fire, of joy, pleasure runs nimbly through mee,
Let’s joyne together both in state and triumph,
And down with beggarly and friendlesse vertue,
That hath so long impoverish’t this faire Citty,
My beasts shall trample on her naked breast,
Under my chariot-wheeles her bones lye prest,
She ner’e shall rise againe, great power this day,
Is given into thy hand, make use on’t Lord,
And let thy will and appetite sway the sword,
Downe with them all now, whom thy heart envies,
Let not thy conscience come into thine eyes
This twelve-month, if thou lov’st revenge or gaine,
Ile teach thee to cast mists, to blinde the plaine
And simple eye of man, he shall not know’t,
Nor see thy wrath when ’tis upon his throte,
All shall be carried with such art and wit,
That what thy lust acts, shal bee counted fit,
Then for attendants that may best observe thee,
Ile picke out serjantes of my band to serve thee,
Here’s Gluttony and Sloth, two pretious [11] slaves,
Wil tell thee more then a whole heard of knaves,
The worth of every office to a haire,
And who bids most, and how the markets are,
Let them alone to smell, and for a need,
They’l bring thee in bribes for measure and light bread, [12]
Keepe thy eye winking, and thy hand wide ope,
Then thou shalt know what wealth is, and the scope
Of rich authority, ho ’tis sweete and deere,
Make use of time then, thou’st but one poore yeare,
And that will quickly slide, then be not nice,
Both power and profite cleaves to my advice,
And what’s he lockes his eare from those sweet charmes,
Or runs not to meet gaine with wide stretch’t armes,
There is a poore thin thred-bare thing cal’d Truth,
I give thee warning of her, if shee speake
Stop both thine eares close, most professions breake
That ever delt with her, an unlucky thing,
Shee’s almost sworne to nothing, I can bring
A thousand of our parish, besides queanes, [13]
That nere knew what Truth meant, nor ever meanes.
Some I could cull out here, e’en in this throng,
If I would show my children, and how strong
I were in faction; ’lasse poore simple stray,
Shee’s all her lifetime finding out one way:
Shee’as but one foolish way, straight on, right forward,
And yet she makes a toyle on’t, and goes on
With care and feare forsooth, when I can run
Over a hundred with delight and pleasure,
Backe-waies, and by-waies, and fetch in my treasure
After the wishes of my heart, by shifts,
Deceits, and slightes, and Ile give thee those giftes;
Ile show thee all my corners yet untold,
The very nookes where bedlams [14] hide their gold,
In hollow wals and chimneys, where the sun
Never yet shone, nor Truth came ever neere,
This of thy life Ile make the golden yeare: follow me then.
Envy
poem
Learne now to scorne thy inferiours, those must [15] love thee,
And wish to eat their hearts, that sit above thee.
Zeale stird up with divine indignation, at the impudence of these hel-hounds, both forces their retirement, and makes way for the chariot wherein Truth his mistresse sits, in a close garment of white satin, which makes her appeare thin and naked, figuring thereby her simplicity and neerenesse of heart to those that embrace her; a roabe of white silke cast over it, fil’d with the eies of eagles, shewing her deep insight, and height of wisedome, over her thrice sanctified head a milke-white dove, and on each shoulder one, the sacred emblems of purity, meeknesse, and innocency, under her feete, serpents, in that she treads downe all subtelty and fraud, her fore-head empal’d with a diadem of stars, the witnesse of her eternall descent; on her breast a pure round cristall, showing the brightnesse of her thoughts and actions; a sun in her right-hand, then which, nothing is truer, a fan fild all with starres in her left, with which she parts darkenesse, and strikes away the vapours of ignorance; if you hearken to Zeale her champion after his holy anger is past against Error, and his crue, hee will give it you in better tearmes, or at least more smoothly and pleasingly.
The Speech of Zeale.
poem
Bold furies, backe, or with this scourge of fire
Whence sparkles out religious chast-desire
Ile whip you downe to darkenesse; this a place
Worthy my mistresse, her eternall grace
Be the full object to feast all these eies
But thine the first, hee that feeds here is wise;
Nor by the naked plainenesse of her weeds
Judge thou her worth, no burnisht glosse Truth needs;
That crowne of stares showes her descent from heaven;
That roabe of white fild all with eagles eies,
Her piercing sight through hidden mysteries;
Those milke-white doves her spotlesse innocence;
Those serpents at her feete her victory showes
Over deceit and guile, her rankest foes,
And by that cristall mirrour at her brest,
The cleerenesse of her conscience is exprest;
And showing that her deeds all darkenesse shun,
Her right-hand holds Truth’s symbole, the bright sunne;
A fan of stares shee in the other twists,
With which shee chaceth away Errors mists:
And now shee makes to thee, her so even grace,
For to her rich and poore looke upon with one face.
The Words of Truth
poem
Man rays’d by faith and love, upon whose head
Honour sits fresh, let not thy heart be led
In ignorant waies of insolence and pride
From her, that to this day hath bene thy guide;
I never showed thee yet more paths then one,
And thou hast found sufficient that alone
To bring thee hether, then go forward still,
And having most power, first subject thy will,
Give the first fruits of justice to thy selfe,
Then dost thou wisely govern, though that else
Of sin and darkenesse still opposing mee,
Counsels thy appetite to master thee.
But call to minde what brought thee to this day,
Was falshood, cruelty, or revenge the way?
Thy lust or pleasures? people’s curse or hate?
These were no waies could raise thee to this state
The ignorant must acknowledge, if then from mee,
Which no ill dare deny, or sin controule,
Forsake mee not, that can advance thy soule:
I see a blessed yielding in thy eye,
Thour’t mine, leade on, thy name shall never dye.

Paul’s Churchyard

These words ended, they all set forward, this chariot of Truth and her celestiall hand-maids the Graces and Vertues, taking place next before his Lordship, Zeale and the Angell before that, the chariot of Error following as neere as it can get, all passing on, till they come into Pauls Church-yard, where stand ready the five ilands, those dumbe glories that I spake of before upon the water, upon the heighth of these five ilands sit five persons representing the five sences, Visus, Auditus, Tactus, Gustus, Olfactus, (or) Seeing, Hearing, Touching, Tasting, Smelling; at their feete their proper emblems, Aquila, Cervus, Araneus, Simia, Canis, an eagle, a hart, a spider, an ape, a dogge.
No sooner can your eyes take leave of these, but they may suddenly espy a strange ship making toward, and that which may raise greater astonishment, it having neither saylor nor pilot, onely upon a white silke streamer these two words set in letters of gold, Veritate Gubernor, I am steer’d by Truth; the persons that are contained within this little vessel are onely foure; a king of the Moores, [16] his queene, and two attendants of their owne colour, the rest of their followers, people in the castle that stands in the middle iland, of which company two or three on the top appears to sight, this king seeming much astonished at the many eies of such a multitude, utters his thoughts in these words.
The Speech of that King
poem
I see amazement set upon the faces
Of these white people, wondrings, and strange gazes,
Is it at mee? do’s my complexion draw
So many Christian eyes, that never saw
A king so blacke before? no, now I see
Their entire object, the’re all meant to thee
(Grave Citty governour) my queene and I
Well honor’d with the glances that [pass] [17] by,
I must confesse many wilde thoughts may rise,
Opinions, common murmurs, and fixt eyes
At my so strange arrival, in a land
Where true religion and her temple stand:
I being a moore, [18] then in opinions lightnesse
As far from sanctity as my face from whitenesse;
But I forgive the judgings of th’ unwise,
Whose censures ever quicken in their eyes,
Onely begot of outward forme and show,
And I thinke meete to let such censurers know,
How ever darkenesse dwels upon my face,
Truth in my soule sets up the light of grace;
And though in daies of Error I did runne
To give all adoration to the sunne,
The moone and stars; nay creatures base and poore,
Now onely their creator I adore:
My queene and people all, at one time wun,
By the religious conversation
Of English merchants, factors, travailers,
Whose Truth did with our spirits hold commerse
As their affaires with us, following their path
Wee all were brought to the Christian faith:
Such benefite on good example dwels,
It oft hath power to convert infidels;
Nor could our desires rest, till wee were led
Unto this place, where those good spirits were bred;
And see how we arriv’d, in blessed time,
To do that mistresse service, in the prime
Of these her spotlesse triumphs, and t’attend
That honorable man, her late sworne frend.
If any wonder at the safe arrive
Of this small vessel, which all wethers drive
According to their rages, where appears
Nor mariner nor pylot (arm’d gainst feares)
Know this came hether from man’s guidance free,
Onely by Truth steer’d; as our soules must bee;
And see where one of her faire temples stands,
Do reverence, moores, bow low, and kisse your hands,
Behold our queene.
Queene
poem
Her goodnesses are such
Wee cannot Honour her, and her house too much.
All in the shippe and those in the castle bowing their bodies to the temple of
Saint Paul, but Error smiling betwixt scorne and anger to see such a devout humility take hold of that complexion breakes into these,
Error
poem
What, have my sweete-fac’t devils forsooke me too,
Nay, then my charmes will have enough to doo?
But Time, sitting by the frame of Truth his daughters chariot, attir’d agree-
able to his condition, with his hower-glasse, wings, and sithe, knowing best himselfe when it is fittest to speake, goes forward in this manner:
poem
This Time hath brought t’effect, for on thy day
Nothing but Truth and Vertue shall display:
Their virgin ensigns, Infidelity,
Barbarisme and Guile shall in deepe darkenesse lye.
O I could ever stand still thus, and gaze,
Never turne glasse agen; with no more daies
So this might ever last, pitty the light
Of this rich glory must be casde in night;
But Time must on, I go, ’tis so decreed,
To blesse my daughter Truth, and all her seed
With joyes immortal, triumphs never ending:
And as her hand lifts mee, to thy ascending
May it be always ready (worthy sonne)
To hasten which, my howers shall quickly run,
Seest thou yon place, [19] thether Ile weekely bring thee,
Where Truth’s celestiall harmony thou shalt heare,
To which I charge thee bend a serious eare:
Lead in, Time’s swift attendants.

Cheapside

Then the five ilands passe along into Cheape-side, the ship next after them; the chariot of Truth still before his Lordship, and that of Error still Chac’st before it, where their eies meete with another more subtile object, planting itself close by the little conduite, which may beare this character, the true forme and fashion of a mount triumphant, but the beauty and glory thereof over-spread with a thicke sulphurous darkenesse, it being a fog or mist raisde from Error, enviously to blemish that place which beares the title London’s Triumphant Mount (the chiefe grace and luster of the whole triumph) at the foure corners sit foure monsters Error’s disciples, on whom hangs part of the mist for their cloathing, holding in their hands little thicke clubbes, coloured red like their garments; the names of these foure monsters, Barbarisme, Ignorance, Impudence, Falshood, who at the neere approaching of Truth’s chariot, are seene a little to tremble, whilst her deity gives life to these words.
Truth.
poem
What’s here? the mist of Error? dare his spight
Staine this Triumphant Mount? where our delight
Hath bene divinely fixt so many ages,
Dare darkenesse now breathe forth her insolent rages,
And hang in poysnous vapours o’re the place
From whence wee reciev’d love and return’d grace?
I see if Truth a while but turne her eies,
Thicke are the mists that o’re faire Citties rise:
Wee did expect to receive welcome here,
From no deform’d shapes but divine and cleere,
In steed of monsters that this place attends;
To meete with goodnesse and her glorious frends,
Nor can they so forget mee to bee far,
I know there stands no other envious bar:
But that foule cloude to darken this bright day,
Which with this fanne of stares Ile chace away.
Vanish infectious fog that I may see
This Cittie’s Grace, that takes her light from mee.
Vanish, give way. [20]
At this her powerfull command, the cloude suddenly rises, and changes into a bright spredding canopy, stucke thicke with stares, and beames of gold, shooting forth round about it, the mount appearing then most rich in beauty and glory, the foure monsters falling flat at the foote of the hill; that grave feminine shape, figuring London, sitting in greatest honour; next above her in the most eminent place, sits Religion, the model of a faire temple on her head, and a burning lampe in her hand, the proper emblemes of her sanctity, watchfulnesse, and zeale; on her right hand sits Liberality, her head circled with a wreath of gold, in her hand a Cornucopia, or Horne of Abundance, out of which rusheth a seeming floud of gold, but no way flowing to Prodigality; for as the sea is govern’d by the moone, so is that wealthy river by her eie, (for Bounty must bee led by judgement) and hence is art-fully derived the onely difference betweene Prodigality and Bounty, the one deales her giftes with open eyes, the other blind-fold; on her left side sits Perfect Love, his proper seate being nearest the heart, wearing upon his head a wreath of white and red roses mingled together, the antient witnesse of Peace, Love, and Union, wherein consists the happinesse of this land, his right hand holding a sphere, where in a circle of gold is contained all the Twelve Companies’ arms; and [21] therefore cal’d the Sphere of true Brother-hood, or Annulus Amoris, the Ring of Love: upon his left hand stand two billing turtles, [22] expressing thereby the happy condition of mutuall love and society: on either side of this mount are displaid the charitable and religious workes of London (especially the worthy Company of Grocers) in giving maintenance to schollers, souldiers, widdowes, orphans, and the like, where are plac’d one of each number: and on the two heights sit Knowledge and Modesty; Knowledge wearing a crowne of stares, in her hand a perspective glasse, betokening both her high judgement, and in deepe in-sight, the brow of Modestie circled with a wreath all of red roses, expressing her bashfulnesse and blushings, in her hand a crimson baner, fild with silver stars, figuring the white purity of her shamfastnesse, her cheeks not red with shame or guilt, but with virgin-feare, and honor. At the backe of this Triumphant Mount, Chastity, Fame, Simplicity, Meeknesse, have their seats, Chastity wearing on her head a garland of white roses, in her hand a white silke banner, fild with stares of gold, expressing the eternity of her un-spotted purenesse: Fame next under her, on her head a crowne of silver, and a silver trumpet in her hand, showing both her brightnesse and shrilnesse: Simplicity with a milke-white dove upon her head, and Meeknesse with a garland of mingled flowers, in her hand a white silke banner with a red crosse, a lambe at her feet, by which both their conditions are sufficiently exprest; the mount thus made glorious by the power of Truth, and the mist expeld, London thus speakes.
London.
poem
Thicke scales of darkenesse in a moment’s space
Are fell from both mine eyes, I see the face
Of all my friends about (now) most cleerely,
Religions sisters, whom I honour deerely;
Oh I behold the worke, it comes from thee
Illustrious patronesse, thou that mad’st me see
In dayes of blindest ignorance, when this light
Was ee’n extinguished, thou redeem’st my sight;
Then to thy charge (with reverence) I commend
That worthy son of mine, the vertuous friend,
Whom on my love and blessing I require,
To observe thee faithfully, and his desire
To imitate thy will, and there lye bounded,
For power’s a dangerous sea, which must be sounded
With Truth and Justice, or man soone runs on
’Gainst rockes and shelves to dissolution;
Then that thou mais’t the difference ever know,
Twixt Truth and Error, a few words shall show;
The many wayes that to blind Error slide
Are in the entrance broad, hell-mouth is wide,
But when man enters farre, he finds it then
Close, darke and straight, for hell returnes no men;
But the one sacred way which Truth directs,
Onely at entrance man’s affection checks,
And is there strict alone, to which place throngs
All world’s afflictions, calumnies and wrongs.
But having past those, then thou find’st a way
In bredth, whole heaven, in length eternall day,
Then following Truth, she brings thee to that way;
But first observe what workes she here requires,
Religion, knowledge, sanctity and chast desires,
Then charity, which bounty must expresse,
To schollers, souldiers, widdowes, fatherlesse;
These have been still my workes, they must be thine,
Honour and action must together shine,
Or the best part’s eclipst, behold but this,
Thy very crest showes bounty, here ’tis put,
Thou giv’st the open hand, keepe it not shut;
But to the needie, or deserving spirit,
Let it spred wide, and heaven enrowles that merit;
Do these, and prove my hopefull worthy sonne,
Yet nothing’s spoke, but needfully must bee done.
And so lead forward.

Cheap Cross

At which words the whole triumph moves in his richest glory toward the crosse in Cheape, at which place Error full of wrath and malice to see his mist so chaced away, falles into this fury.
Error.
poem
Heart of all the fiends in hell!
Could her beggarly power expel
Such a thicke and poisonous mist
Which I set Envie’s snakes to twist;
Up monsters, was her feeble frowne
Of force to strike my officers downe?
Barbarisme, Impudence, Lies, Ignorance,
All your hell-bred heads advance,
And once againe with rotten darkenesse shroud
This Mount Triumphant drop downe sulphurous cloud.
At which the mist falles againe, and hangs over all the beauty of the mount, not a person of glory seene, onely the foure monsters gather courage againe, and take their seates, advancing their clubs above their heads, which no sooner perciev’d, but Truth in her chariot making neere to the place, willing still to rescue her friends and servants, from the powers of ignorance and darknesse, makes use of these words,
Truth
poem
Dare yet the workes of uglinesse appeare
Gainst this dayes brightnesse, and see us so neere?
How bold is sinne and hell, that yet it dare
Rise against us? but know (perditions heire)
T’is idle to contend against our power,
Vanish againe fowle mist from honors bower.

St. Laurence Lane

Then the Cloud dispersing itselfe againe, and all the mount appearing glorious, passeth so on to the Standard , about which place, by elaborate action from Error it falles againe and goes so darkned, till it comes to St. Laurence lane end, where by the former words by Truth utter’d, being againe chac’d away, London thus gratefully requites her goodnesse.
London.
poem
Eternitie’s bright sister, by whose light,
Errors infectious workes still flye my sight.
Receive thy servant’s thankes; now Perfect Love
Whose right hand holds a sphere, wherein doe move
Twelve blest societies, whose belov’d encrease,
Stiles it the Ring of Brother-hood, Faith and Peace,
From thy harmonious lips let them all taste,
the golden counsel that makes health long last.
Perfect Love then standing up, holding in his right hand a sphere, on the other, two billing turtles, gives these words.
Perfect Love.
poem
First then I banish from this feast of joy,
All excesse, epicurisme, both which destroy
The healths of soule and body, no such guest
Ought to be welcome to this reverend feast
Where Truth is mistresse, who’s admitted here,
Must come for vertues love more then for cheere,
These two white turtles may example give
How perfect joy and brother-hood should live,
And they from whom grave order is expected,
Of rude excesse must never bee detected;
This is the councell which that lady calles
Golden advice, for by it no man falles
Hee that desires dayes healthfull, sound and blest,
Let moderate judgement serve him at his feast,
And so lead on, may perfect brother-hood shine,
Still in sphere, and honor still in thine.

Leadenhall

This speech so ended, his Lordship and the Companies passe on to Guild-hall ; and at their returning backe, these triumphs attend to bring his Lordship toward Saint Pauls Church , there to performe those yearely ceremoniall rites, which antient and grave order hath determined, Error by the way still busie and in action to drawe darknesse often upon that Mount of Triumph, which by Truth is as often disperst: then all returning homewards full of beauty and brightnesse, this mount and the chariot of Truth, both place’d neere to the entrance of his Lordship’s gate, neere Leaden-hall [23] ; London, the lady of that mount first gives utterance to these words,
London.
poem
Before the day from the morning’s wombe
I rose, my care was earlier then the light,
Nor would it rest till I now brought thee home,
Marrying to one joy both thy day and night;
Nor can we call this night, if our eyes count
The glorious beames that dance about this mount,
Sure did not custome guide’em, men would say
Two noones were seene together in one day,
The splendor is so piercing, triumph seemes
As if it sparkled, and to men’s esteemes
Threw forth his thankes, wrapt up in golden flames,
As if hee would give light to reade their names
That were at cost this day to make him shine,
And be as free in thankes, as they in coine,
But see Time checkes me, and his sithe stands ready
To cut all off, no state on earth is steady,
Therefore grave sonne the time that is to come,
Bestow in Truth, and so thour’t [24] welcome home.
Time standing up in Truth’s chariot, seeming to make an offer with his sithe to cut off the glories of the day, growing neere now to the season of rest and sleepe, his daughter Truth thus meekely stayes his hand.
Truth.
poem
Father desist a while till I send forth
A few words to our friend, that man of worth:
The power that heaven, love, and the Citie’s choice,
Have all confer’d on thee with mutuall voyce,
As it is great, reverend, and honorable,
Meet it with equall goodnesse, strive t’excell
Thy former selfe, as thy command exceeds
Thy last-yeares state, so let new acts, old deeds;
And as great men in riches and in birth
(Heightning their bloods, and joining earth to earth,)
Bestow their best houres and most serious cares
In chusing out fit matches for their heires:
So never give thou over day or howre
Till with a vertue thou hast match’t this power:
For what is greatnesse if not joyn’d with grace?
Like one of high-bloud that hath married base.
Who seekes authority with an ignorant eye,
Is like a man seekes out his enemy:
For where before his follies were not spred
Or his corruptions, then thei’re cleerely read
Ee’n by the eyes of all men; ’tis so pure
A cristall of it selfe, it will endure
No poison of oppression, bribes, hir’d law,
But ’twill appeare soone in some cracke or flaw,
How e’re men sooth [25] their hopes with popular breath,
If not in life, the’ile [26] finde that crack in death:
I was not made to fawne or stroake sin smooth
Bee wise and heare me then that cannot sooth:
I have set thee high now, bee so in example,
Made thee a pinacle in honor’s temple,
Fixing ten thousand eyes upon thy brow
There is no hiding of thy actions now,
They must abide the light, and imitate mee,
Or bee throwne downe to fire where Errors bee.
Nor onely with these words thy eare I feede,
But give those part that shall in time succeed,
To thee in present, and to them come
That Truth may bring you all with honour home
To these your gates, and to those, after these
Of which your owne good actions keepe the keyes;
Then as the loves of thy Society
Hath flowed in bounties on this day and thee,
Counting all cost too little for true art,
Doubling rewards there where they found desert,
In thankefulnesse, justice, and vertuous care
Perfect their hopes, those thy requitals are;
With fatherly respect embrace ’em all,
Faith in thy heart, and plenty in thy hall,
Love in thy walkes, but justice in thy state,
Zeale in thy chamber, bounty at thy gate:
And so to thee and these a blessed night,
To thee faire Citty, peace, my grace and light.
Trumpets Sounding Triumphantly,
Zeale, the champion of Truth on horse-backe, his head circled with strange fires, appeares to his mistresse, and thus speaks:
poem
See yonder, lady, Errors chariot stands,
Braving the power of your incenst commands,
Emboldned by the priviledge of night
And her blacke faction, yet to crowne his spight
Which Ile confound, I burne in divine wrath.
Truth.
Strike then, I give thee leave to shoote it forth.
Zeale.
poem
Then here’s to the destruction of the seate,
There’s nothing seene of thee but fire shall eate.
At which, a Flame shootes from the head of Zeale, which fastening upon the chariot of Error sets it on fire, and all the beasts that are joynde to it.
The fire-worke being made by Maister Humphrey Nichols , a man excellent in his art: and the whole worke and body of the triumph, with all; the proper beauties af the workemanship most artfully and faithfully performed by John Grinkin: and those furnished with apparrell and porters by Anthony Monday, Gentleman.
This proud seate of Error lying now onely glowing in imbers, (being a figure or type of his Lordship’s justice on all wicked offenders in the time of his government,) I now conclude, holding it a more learned discretion to cease of my selfe, then to have Time cut mee off rudely, and now let him strike at his pleasure.
Finis.

The Entertainment at Amwell-head [27]

poem
The manner of his Lordship’s entertainment on Michaelmas day
last, being the day of his honorable election, together with the worthy Sir
John Swinarton, Knight, then Lord Maior, the learned and juditious, Sir
Henry Montague, Master Recorder, and many of the Right Worshipfull the
Aldermen of the Citty of London.
At that most famous and admired worke of the Running Streame
from Amwell Head, into the Cesterne neere Islington, being the sole
intention, cost and industry of that worthy maister Hugh Middleton , of
London Goldsmith, for the generall good of the Citty.
Perfection (which is the crowne of all inventions) swelling now high with happy welcomes to all the glad well-wishes of her admired maturity, the father and maister of this famous worke, expessing thereby both his thankefulnesse to heaven, and his zeale to the Citty of London, in true joy of heart to see his time, travailes and expences, so successively greeted, thus gives entertainment to that honorable assembly.
At their first appearing, the warlike musicke of drummes and trumpets liberally beates the aire, sounds as proper as in battell, for there is no labour that man undertakes, but hath a warre within itselfe, and perfection makes the conquest, and no few or meane on-sets of malice, calumnies and slanders, hath this resolved gentleman borne off, before his labours were invested with victory, as in this following speech to those honorable auditors then placed upon the mount, is more at large related.
A troope of labourers, to the number of three-score or upwards, all in greene cappes alike, bearing in their hands the symboles of their severall imployments in so great a businesse, with drummes before them, marching twice or thrice about the Cestern, orderly present themselves before the mount; and after their obeisance,
The Speech.
poem
Long have wee labour’d, long desir’d and praid
For this great workes perfection, and by th’aide
Of heaven and good men’s wishes, ’tis at length
Happily conquer’d by cost, art, and strength;
And after five yeares deere expence in dayes,
Travaile and paines, besides the infinite wayes
Of malice, envy, false suggestions,
Able to daunt the spirits of mighty ones
In wealth and courage, this, a worke so rare,
Onely by one man’s industry, cost, and care
Is brought to blest effect, so much withstood,
His onely aime, the Cittie’s generall good,
And where before many unjust complaints
Enviously seated, hath oft caus’d restraints,
Stoppes and great crosses to our maisters charge,
And the workes hinderance; favour now at large
Spreds itself open to him, and commends
To admiration both his paines and ends.
(The kings most gracious love) perfection draws
Favour from princes, and from all applause,
Then worthy magistrates, to whose content
Next to the state, all this great care was bent,
And for the publicke good (which grace requires)
Your loves and furtherance chiefly he desires
To cherish the proceedings, which may give
Courage to some that may hereafter live
Top active deedes of goodnesse and of fame,
And cheerfully light their actions by his name.
Clearke of the worke, reach me the booke to show
How many arts from such a labour flow.
These lines following are read in the
Clearkes Booke.
poem
First here’s the over-seer, this try’d man,
And antient souldier, and an artisan;
The clearke, next him mathematician;
The maister of the timber-worke takes place
Next after these, and the measurer in like case,
Bricke-layer, and enginer, and after those
The borer [28] and the pavier, [29] then it showes
The labourers next, keeper of Amwell-Head,
The walkers [30] last, so all their names are read,
Yet these but parcels of sixe hundred more,
That at one time have been employd before,
Yet these in sight, and all the rest will say,
That every weeke they had their royall pay.
Now for the fruits then, flow forth pretious spring
So long and deerely sought for, and now bring
Comfort to all that love thee, lowdly sing,
And with thy cristall murmurs strucke together,
Bid all thy true wel-wishers welcome hither.
At which words the floud-gate opens, the Streame let in into the Cestern, drummes and trumpets giving it triumphant welcomes, and for the close of this their honorable entertainment, a peale of chambers.
FINIS.

References

  • This is the title page as it appears in the second edition. It differs only in the inclusion of the entertainment at Amwell-Head. The fourth paragraph does not appear in the first edition. (JC)
  • insident: inherent
  • Blacke Monday: Many scholars since the eighteenth century have commonly suggested that this is a reference to a rivalry with Anthony Munday, who produced the pageant for the following three years (Bullen 234). It has recently been suggested that this is a matter of inaccurate scholarly tradition, and that there is no evidence that the two had any rivalry (Bergeron 461).
  • This second verse of the song does not appear in the text of either of the 1613 editions. It is reproduced at the end of the text, where the song is put to music.
  • dec’t: decked; i.e. he rises decked in glory.
  • thow’st: thou hast
  • attends: 1613 eds.: atttnds.
  • troth: truth
  • moale: mole
  • pap: nipple, breast
  • pretious: precious, valuable
  • light bread: [[Light bread note]]
  • queanes: harlots, strumpets, prostitutes
  • bedlams: Bedlam was a shortened name for St. Mary’s of Bethlehem, a lunatic asylum. Bedlams here likely refers to madmen.
  • must: A.H. Bullen suggests in The Works of Thomas Middleton that this should read "most." I believe this to be incorrect, for Envy is saying that those inferior to Middleton (the mayor) must love him, and that he should worry only about those who are above him.
  • Moores: Moor was the name for both a person from the Barbary region on Northern Africa, and for a Turkish Muslim. This king is most likely an African, because he refers to his own black complexion.
  • Well honor’d with the glances that [pass]: (Bullen 248)
  • moore: 1st ed. "moor,e"; 2nd ed. "moore,"
  • yon place: Saint Paul’s Crosse (marginal note).
  • Vanish, give way: In the first edition, a compositing error caused this line to be transposed into the body of the next paragraph. In the second edition of the text, the error was corrected to read as it does here.
  • and: 1st ed. "aud"; 2nd ed. "and"
  • billing turtles: Turtle-doves
  • Leaden-hall: The residence of the Lord Mayor.
  • thour’t: thou art
  • sooth: soothe
  • the’ile: they’ll
  • This entertainment does not appear in the first edition. In the second edition, it is added after the end of the original pageant.
  • borer: One who bores or pierces; especially earth, rock.
  • pavier: Paver, one who paves, or lays pavement.
  • walkers: "An officer of the New River Company, having the charge of a ’walk’ or section of the bank" ("walker" def. 6 OED).

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