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A90120
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The relation of His Majestie's entertainment passing through the city of London, to his coronation: with a description of the triumphal arches, and solemnity; by John Ogilby.
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Ogilby, John, 1600-1676.
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1661
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Wing O181; Thomason E1080_16; ESTC R207879
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the Leaves in a Label MIRATURQUE NOVAS FRONDES ET NON SUA POMA Leaves unknown Admiring and strange Apples not her Own As designing its Reward for the Shelter afforded His Majesty after the Fight at Worcester an expression of Virgil's speaking of the Advancement of Fruits by the Art of Graffing The upper Paintings on the East-side are Ruinous representing the Disorder the Kingdom was in during His Majestie 's Absence with this Motto EN QUO DISCORDIA CIVESI But on the West-side they are finished to represent the Restauration of our Happiness by His Majestie 's Arrival the Motto FELIX TEMPORUM REPARATIO On the Royal Oak in a Label ROBUR BRITANICUM Over the Great Table REDEUNT SATURNIA REGNA Under King Charles II. RESTITUTOR URBIS The Painting on the South-West-side represents the Lord Mayor delivering to the King the Keies of the City In the Niches are four Figures The first on the South-side a Woman in pleasant Colours the Emblem on her Shield a terrestrial Globe the Sun rising Bats and Owls flying to the Shadow the Word EXCOECAT CANDOR The Second hath on her Escutcheon a Swarm of Bees whetting their Stings the Word PRO REGE EXACUUNT The Third on the North-side hath on Her Shield a Mountain burning Cities and Vine-yards destroyed and ruined the Word IMPIA FOEDERA The Fourth hath on Her Escutcheon an Arm as it were out of the Clouds in the Hand a naked Sword The Motto DISCITE JUSTITIAM MONITI Eight Mutes above on Pedestals four in White four in Crimson The Musick of this Fabrick is ten Drummers flanking Rebellion twelve Trumpets flanking Monarchy Aloft under the two Devastations twelve Trumpets four Drums Within the Arch on two Balconies six Trumpets four Drums While the Train passeth along the Drums beat the Marches of several Countries and the Trumpets sound several Levets At which time His Majesty drawing near the Drums turn their March to a Battel the Trumpets sound a Charge and on a sudden Rebellion rowseth up her Self at which Drums and Trumpets ceasing Rebellion addresses to his Majesty the following Speech Stand Stand who'ere You are this Stage is Ours The Names of Princes are inscribed on Flow'rs And Wither them Stand You must Me know To Kings and Monarchy a deadly Fo Me who dare bid You midst Your Triumphs Stand In the Great City of Your Native Land I am Hell's Daughter Satan's Eldest Childe When I first cry'd the Pow'rs of Darkness smil'd And my Glad Father Thundring at my Birth Unhing'd the Poles and shook the fixed Earth My dear Rebellion that shall be thy Name Said He Thou Emperours and Kings shalt tame No Right so good Succession none so long But thou shalt Vanquish by thy Popular Throng Those Legions which â—enlarge our Pow'r we send Throughout the World shall Thee my Dear attend Our mighty Champions the Sev'n Deadly Sins By Malice Profit Pleasure all their Gins Bring to Our Kingdom some few spotted Souls Thou shalt by Treason hurry them in Shoals Would You now know what Int'rest I have here Hydra I ride great Cities are my Sphear I Sorc'ry use and hag Men in their Beds With Common-wealths and Rotas fill their Heads Making the Vulgar in Fanatique Swarms Court Civill War and dote on Horrid Arms 'T was I who in the late unnatural Broils Engag'd three Kingdoms and two Wealthy Isles I hope at last to march with Flags unfurl'd And tread down Monarchy through all the World At which Words Monarchy and Loyalty unveiling themselves Rebellion starts as affrighted but recollecting her self concludes her Speech thus Ah! Britain Ah! stand'st thou Triumphant there Monarchick Isle I shake with horrid Fear Are thy Wounds whole Upon thy Cheek fresh Smiles Is Joy restor'd to these late mournfull Isles Ah! must He enter and a King be Crown'd Then as He riseth sink we under Ground Rebellion having ended her Speech Monarchy entertains His Majesty with the following To Hell foul Fiend shrink from this glorious Light And hide thy Head in Everlasting Night Enter in Safety Royal Sir this Arch And through Your joyful Streets in Triumph march Enter our Sun our Comfort and our Life No more these Walls shall breed Intestine Srife Henceforth Your People onely shall contend In Loyalty each other to transcend May Your Great Actions and immortal Name Be the whole Business and Delight of Fame May You and Yours in a Perpetual Calm Be Crown'd with Laurel and Triumphant Palm And All Confess whilst they in You are Blest I MONARCHY of Governments am Best Monarchy having ended her Speech the Trumpets sound pleasant Levets and the Drums beat a lofty English March whilst His Majesty the Nobility and the Rear-Guard pass on Upon His Majestie 's Advance to the East-India House in Leaden-Hall-Street the East-India Company take occasion to express their dutiful Affections to His Majesty in manner following * This Entertainment was designed and the Speeches made by a Person of Quality First a Youth in Indian Habit attended by two Black-Moors is sent out to bespeak the Kings Expectation kneeling before His Horse in these Words Stay Royal Sir here comes an Indian Who brings along a full fraught Caravan Of perfect Loyalty and Thanks to pay As Your due Tribute on this glorious Day In the mean while another Youth in an Indian Vest mounted upon a Camel led out by two Black-Moors other Attendants the Camel having two Panniers fill'd with Jewels Spices and Silks to be scattered among the Spectatours addresseth himself to His Majesty as followeth Avaunt you Glorious Trifles of the East Pearls Diamonds Rubies Sapphires and the Best Of Aromaticks and your Silken Toys We 're Rich enough in our Compleated Joys Your Sacred Person Royal Sir hath brought Home all the VVealth that can be found or thought The Riches of both Indies are but Poor Compar'd with our renew'd Carolean Store VVe 'l blame that Fire no more that scorch'd our Nest Of Spicy Trade since we see You the Best Of Kings Rise from the Ashes of that Flame That burnt our First Right Phoenix of Your Name For You have out-done Solomon and made Provision for a more then Ophir Trade Among Your first of unexpected Cares Enlarg'd our Charter and dispel'd our Fears Of the incroaching Holland's Rival Force Nor can we doubt but by the bounteous Source Of Your Successful Right not only We But all the Merchants of Your Realm shall see This Empory the Magazine of All That 's Rich from Phoebus Rising to his Fall And Your Imperial Title be the same In Deed which Spain's proud Crown vaunts but in Name Which Heavens grant And that we never see The Sun set on Your Crown or Dignity Long live King CHARLES the Second The two Youths who speak to His Majesty as above are John and Samuel Ford sons of Sir Richard Ford one of the Committees of the East-India Company The next Entertainment is a Band of â—ix Waits placed on a Balcony erected in the Middle of the