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A07981	A relation of the royall magnificent, and sumptuous entertainement, giuen to the High, and Mighty Princesse, Queene Anne, at the renowned citie of Bristoll, by the Mayor, sheriffes, and aldermen thereof; in the moneth of Iune last past, 1613 Together with, the oration, gifts, triumphes, vvater-combats, and other showes there made.	Naile, Robert.	1613 (1613)	STC 18347; ESTC S113028	15,372	28

Bristoll flocking came Whereas her Gracious Maiestie their kindnesse to requite In open view her selfe did shew to all the peoples sight It weare too long for to rehearse the braue pastime and sport Which by the Citizens were made for to delight her Court Their loue by proffered seruice shewen to guard her Maiestie But mine intent is to conclude each thing with breuity And for to imitate aright in this the curious Sunne Simile Who doth intend for her delight a Nosegay sweet to frame Shee crops not rudely of those hearbes on which she seaseth first But doth select the rarest sort reiecting those are worst Like so few words will beautifie what doth from truth proceed For too much matter Pell-mell mixt doth a confusion breed Wise Caliepie Queene of Eloquence assist my stammering tongue To finish this triumphant shew which now I haue begun Lest that my Muse for want of aide vnder her burden fall As Vines vnpropped oftentimes vpon the ground doe crall No sooner had swift Phaebus steeds beganne their course to runne Sunday Shining with most resplendant rayes vpon our Horrison But that each Souldier did prepare to guard her Maiestie Vnto the temple of the Lord with great solemnity Not clad in armes as earst they weare with thundering shot that ror'd But with good harts to sanctifie the sabboth of the Lord Who hath sixe dayes allotted vs to purchase worldly wealth The seauenth alone he hath reseru'd for good of our soules health That we this day might praise his name and rest our selues from sinne As God did rest when he had made the world and all therein Quite from the Court vnto the Church this worthy guard was seene In ranckes close standing one by one to safe conduct the Queene But when the Mayor graue and wise in most triumphant sort With all the reuerend Councell came on foote vnto the Court In seemely wise attired all with gownes of Scarlet dye For to attend vnto the Church her gracious Maiestie Who mounted like faire Cinthia bright into her sumptuous Coach Drawen by foure milke-white coursers braue and next her did approach The Ladies on their trampling steeds like faire Diana's traine Hunting in the Arcadian woods as doe the Poets faine Formost of all in their degrees vnto the Church did goe The reuerend Senate two and two all marching on a row Lastly on foote before her grace with all her Noble traine Of Lords and Knights into the Church the worthy Mayor came The Queene then set in chaire of state with all the residue In their degrees the Mayor and Shriefes and the Nobilitie Where learned Docter ROBSON did a godly Sermon frame In setting forth Gods mighty workes and lauding of his name Which Sermon being finished she backe return'd to Court Guarded a long from Church againe in most triumphant sort The reuerend Mayor and the Shriefes their loue for to expresse Did feast with most delitious cheare and dainties numberlesse Her Noble traine who did admire as though Earth Ayre and Sea Withall their dainties had conspir'd Bristoll to dignifie Whose true affection to her Prince and peerelesse Progenie Doth rest vnparagond as yet vnto posterity With their true loue set forth in part before the worlds bright eye Their hearts their hands their life their lands to please her Maiestie And to content her Princely grace shall euermore be prest For whose most heauenly guifts diuine we from aboue are blest By mighty Ioue who through his loue hath sent vs such a King That turnes our blustring winters blasts into a gladsome spring Deere mother England with salt teares bend thou thine aged knee And render thankes vnto thy God who hath deliuered thee When most vndoubted was thy feare then did he comfort bring Shrouding thee safe from Tigers pawes with his all-couering wing For what a terrour had it beene vnto thine heart to see Through sodaine strife thy streetes exempt from popularity When children fatherlesse each where should in the streetes be found Thy fathers childlesse sighing sore and in deepe dolours drown'd Thy trusty friends bereau'd of life sisters rapt from the brother No kinsman left for to lament or to inter each other Thy Virgins bath'd in teares thy youth amaz'd themselues to see Through griefe of heart bereft of strength and of validity Thy lofty towers tumbled downe as in the Romains ire Ierusalem was brought to ground by famine sword and fire But since that God hath now vouchsaft not for our merits sake But of his mercy and great loue these iudgments iust to take From vs who haue by sinne deserued to taste the bitter cup Fild with the dregges of Gods iust wrath and for to drinke it vp Let vs giue thankes to God therefore that nought but thankes doth craue Who hath vs rais'd from death to life as Lazarus from graue Continuing still vnto our ioy the perfect Lampe of light His sacred word our spirituall food and heauenly soules delight Now bloudy Mars is tied in chaines with fierce Bellena bound His armes and Adamantine coate lies rusting on the ground Grizely Thanattos who did still his gastly steps attend Hath lost his stinging force and might by bondage of his friend Harsh discord thirsting after bloud with sweet concord is drown'd Whiles peace with plenty in our streetes doth euery where abound Now may the Lambes securely feed from Wolfe and Tigers clawes Since Pan our watchfull Shepheard hath shut vp these monsters iawes For all these benefits therefore receiued by our King We will expresse our thankfulnesse and loue wee owe to him And to his royall Progeny vnto our Soueraigne Queene Whose like throughout the worlds vast bounds cannot againe be seene But soft my Muse let Ancors fall strike sailes thy swift course stay Welcome to shore remember that this is a Sabboth day What twixt Euterpes mirth and sad Melpemens tragicke stile Thy sences luld thou hadst almost spleeted thy barke ere-while Vpon the rocke Obliuion cal'd moreouer harke giue eare Mundayes triumph implores thine ayde to make his fame appeare Varietie and change doth best content mans appetite Each obiect faire seemes fowle if still presented to our sight Sweet Orpheus musicke cloyes our eares if that it common be Our nature is so apt and prone to mutability By good aduice therefore it was prouided that her Grace With all her traime might not dislike their tarying in this place For euery day shee soiourn'd here in most triumphant sort A seuerall pastime was ordain'd for to delight her Court And as at her first entrance here she did with ioy behold A martiall troupe of warlike men of courage stout and bould Like so for Mundaies pastime was prepared for her sight Betwixt two gallies and a ship a bloudy water fight But yet a while I must looke backe ere farther I proceede Least that my Muse should taxed be for too too hasty speede This water fight by fame diuulg'd full many a thousand drew Both farre and neere for to behold and

take a perfect view Of Turkes and turkish gallies both describ'd in liuely wise By worthy Brutes who oft haue seene their habit forme and guise Nay many a Christian Marchant man hath too too often knowen Though by constraint to Christ his flocke their loue and kindnesse shewen When with the losse of all their goods O barberous cruelty These cursed Turkes more deere then life from them their liberty With endles bondage haue restrain'd for gally-slaues condemn'd There bound in chaines for to remaine till death their liues doth end We Christians much more pitty shew to dumbe and sencles things Then they to Christians will afford such deadly rancour stings There cankered hearts with pride puft vp inflam'd with rage and Ire That nothing can aswage their wrath nor quench this burning fire But Christian bloud by their curst hands powred vpon the ground By Christ redeem'd then when naught else sufficient could be found We for our Cattell houses frame against cold winters showers Naked they row when th' angry skies their stormy blasts down powers We giue our cattell prouender of sundry sorts of graine They scarsely bread and water giue their liues for to maintaine We doe not presse our beasts with worke beyond their strength and force With restles rowing they oppresse their slaues without remorce And when they haue their vtmost done their tiranizing Lords Barbarian-like torment their flesh with scourging whips of cords For why no words can ought auaile neither can sighes suffice To mollifie their stony hearts once bent to Tirannize Woe worth the sinnes of Christendome which haue incenst Gods ire In iudgments iust for to lay wast by famine sword and fire Europe his chosen Heritage which doth Christs name adore By letting in proud Ottoman that Erimanthean Bore Whose cursed race hath rais'd their names by Christian Princes fall While mongst themselues they disagree'd through ciuill strife braule Witnesse the Graetian Empire lost by Christian Kings neglect To these accursed Infidels whiles each seemes to respect Their seuerall discords and debates not knowing that the flame Once kindled in our neighbours house will make vs feare the same Of all things which God did create of Birds Beasts Fish and Fowle The Lord into mans face alone did breath a liuing soule That he which beares the forme of God imprinted in his face Should frame himselfe in heart thereto as God hath giuen him grace But man corrupted at the first by sinne through Adame fall Hath euer since a rebell beene and proued worst of all For why each beast obseruing kinde his nature doth expresse But man the Lawes of God aboue and Nature doth transgresse No Tiger seekes a Tigers bloud his greedy maw to fill In Natures Schoole this learn'd they keepe inuiolable still But man to mankinde often proues most cruell fierce and fell Yea Christians vnto Christians are I tremble for to tell As bad nay some more worse then Turks who through their ciuill broyles Present the Turkes occasion fit to glory in their spoyles When Christian Princes disagree and each ' gainst other rise Then doe the Turks with might and maine their ruine straight deuise For how can wee expect good fruit where euill is the tree Or credit Turks who mortall foes vnto all Christians be Ye Christian Kings and Potentates ioyne both your hearts and hands To chase this off-scumme Scithian-brood from you and all your lands Vnite your Forces Christian-like from Europe to expell Proud Ottoman too dangerous a neighbour neare to dwell Whos 's Moony Standards still attend expecting but a prey To satisfie their greedy lusts impatient of delay Christ is the head of Christendome and we the members be Ioyned in one through faith in him with perfect vnitie Euen as the members of a man the head the hands the feete Each in his office doth his part the body for to keepe In perfect health like so should we yeeld helping hands to others Whom God hath made through faith in Christ more near dear then brothers When Amphitrites flowing waues began to fill their banks Full forty thousand eyes at least expected when our ranckes From Court-ward would conduct the Queene vnto the Riuers side For to behold by worthy Brutes this water-combat tride Who came accompanyed at length with all her noble Court The Mayor with the Councell roade to shew her Grace this sport One of the Bands in warlike wise marching triumphantly Guarded vnto the water side her gracious Maiestie The other two on eyther side were of the Riuer plac'd Whose thundering Shot resounding shrill this famous triumph grac'd Where placed in her Royall Tent bedeckt with Flora's pride She did attend to see the end of this braue combat tride O that I could in these my verse to Virgils veyne aspire That all ensuing ages might this glorious act admire Thereby to kindle in their breast a like desire of fame By loyall tokens of their loue to equalize the same But since that wishes are but vaine whereby to purchase skill My want of wealth in learning shall and not my want of will Condemned be therefore my Muse feare not for to indite This worthy triumph as it was perform'd in order right Formost of all an English Ship came stemming with the tyde And right before her Graces Tent at Anchor did she ride Her Colours were the bloudy Crosse to Britaines foes well knowne A worthy Captaine was her guide whose skilfull Art was showne Her Souldiers braue resolued hearts no danger could impaire Her Flags and lofty Pendants seem'd to beautifie the ayre But whiles at Anchor there they lay they gan discry from farre Two Turkish Gallies well prepar'd most mighty men of warre They saw how close they ply'd their Oares to boord her if thy can Then euery mate begins to stirre minding to play the man Each one betakes him to his Armes to entertaine this guest In emulation which of them should guard his Quarter best Some runneth here some runneth there all wants for to supply As hony Bees in Summer time when Phoebus gins to fry Their fights hung forth their Musket-shot and Murderers each one Were ready prim'd expecting nought but when the Turks would come Whose Moony Standerds at the last they plainely gan descry Full well prouided both for armes and for artillery Their Admirall had all her men apparrelled in blew The other red so neare they did resemble Turkes in hew With Targs and Cemitaurs so that had sharpe ey'd Licuus seene He would haue iudged that these men Turks naturall had beene But when by swiftnesse of their Oares they did approach them nigh Amaine amaine your top-sailes strike these fained Turks did cry Oh! hoy so hoy From whence your ship Of England Whither bound For Bristoll port What will yee yeeld or else sinke and be drown'd Wee 'll fight it to the vtmost man the Christians did reply We had much rather lose our liues then lose our liberty Then did the Fife and Drummes beginne deaths fierce alarum sound