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A63271 The royal oake with other various and delightfull scenes presented on the water and the land / by John Tatham. Tatham, John, fl. 1632-1664. 1660 (1660) Wing T232; ESTC R10302 8,991 24

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to Argue and dispute A watchfull eye and a heart resolute Great merrits require great rewards nor is There one more happy then your self in this You have oblig'd your King Countries love Your receiv'd honours will not barren prove But multiply since that the Government Of our three States rest in one Continent For where all Rule no Rule at all can be Where dwels Confe•sion but in Anarchy K. • discended l•n••lly of the Brittains by Gadwallo of the S•or• by Fargus of the Picks of the daughter of Hung•s of the Saxons by the sister of Edger of the Danes by the da•ghter of K Christian and that of the Normans by the death of Henry th 20. Edw. 4th 1480 Nor can society possibly Twist When every one will be even what he list When Godlike-Monarchy does keep in Aw Licentious freedome by a penal Law Derivitive from Heaven he that did spring From mighty Ancestors is now your Kign By right succession As the hands of Heaven We bagg'd him and he was as freely given To rescue us from Wolves God under whom He is Vice-Gerent safely sent him home To rule his People that we may express By former Griefs our new-found Happiness Nor ought we to omit th' Antiquity Of th' Honour'd Company of which y' are free Hen •th 1501. and the 17th year of his Reign Sir Iohn Percival Sir Steph. Ienning Sir Hen. Hoberthorne By a new choice Edward the fourth first made Them Lynnen Armourers a select Trade After incorporated by the Name Of Merchant Taylors by that Prince of Fame and several Kings and Princes have thought good To be admitted in their Brother-hood Fiveteen Lord Mayor from the Royal stem Sir Tho. White Sir Tho. Offley Sir Wil. Harper Sir Tho Roe Sir Robert Lee Sir Leo Hollyday Have received Knightwood you the last otf hem Yet in as great Grace with your Soveraign Who cannot of your Loyalty Complain For through the thickest of your troubles you Have shew'd your sellfe to him a Subject true And Providence that duty to requite Sir Wil. Craven Sir Iohn Swymerton Sir Iohn Gore Sir Rob. Ducy Sir Abra. Reynoldson Hath now at last restor'd you to your right For which the Company and City may Give hearty thankes for this so happy day Sir Ric Brown The speech ended the Sceanes quitts the place and is conveyed into Cheapside and make a halt about the Cross till further Order His Lordship drawing near the Nagg•-head Tavern is received by another sceane seated like a wood in the midst whereof is a formal building like a house on the stage or vacant part whereof several persons in the habit of Wood-men and Wood-Nymphs disport themselves dancing about the Royal Oake never out of Action Vpon the Companies approach one of the Woodmen calls to the rest of his Companions Mass Gotheard Mass Logred zen yee zen ye what a warren a gay voke are yonden Zibb Tibb Trot Zquot Wab Win Nab Gin what done o mean wullo bee zen the vine zight ho ho what pestilent gay vellow's yon a Woodman tis the Lord Mayor Che vears en not vor all that cham resolv'd to zay zomething tollen A speech to the Lord Mayor in a Rustick Dyalect A Meezle take thee Neame cham glad to zee thee Give me thyn hond how don mine Aunt I prithe Had Iche but knowno this zame gaudy Noone Chad don'd on viner Clothes and viner Shoone Thone we but Rusticks are and woods done keep Ich know there is vine woole elongs to sheep And zome there are now were the vinest thread In zimple Russet ha bin zheltered Wee Woodmen ha been honest Chil zay that And a vart vort cham sure that Iche know what The sturdy Oak ha bin a vrend to zome It wud no bow no more o that but Mum Iche hope your Lordship takes all in good part Cham sure Ich love a Woodman wi mine heart In down right English Sir y'are welcome to that place of Honour hath been long your due The Speech ended Mr. Dyamond and others tumble and after the Sumerset is perform'd the Rusticks and the Nymphs make a great shout at which noise as from the Wood Silvanus the Rural God attyred like a Huntsman about his wast a girdle of leaves his Habit Russet on his Brest a starr to distinguish him and in his hand a Bugle horn Accosts the Lord Mayor in these words Sylvanus Speech No more of noise as you respect our Care At which they all bow To the Lord Mayor Between Staff and Salo• Forsake your Natures and be still as Ayr Er'e Time had laid his Iron Coat aside And Peace was rather ravisht then a Bride Whil'st that the subtle Eye of Tyranny Greedily hunted after Majesty The Close Trunck of the Oak did entertain And so secur'd your royal Soveraign Twice she receiv'd him in her happy womb At his conveying hence and coming home As though a greater knot had been t'unty Then e're was twisted in the Prophesy The pendant leaves his head enshadow'd round 〈◊〉 only to conceale but to be Crown'd The Barke that brought him flew as though it meant To steal upon us without Times consent Thus does the Oak draw a fresh breath from Fame By the instinctive vertue of his Name And consecrated ought to be to Iove Producing both th' effects of Peace and Love The Rusticks shall be civiliz'd and now Imbrace what heretofore they'd not allow About the Royal Oak the Nymphs shall sing And dance a measure to their Lord the King The Woodmen so refus'd shall on each Tree Inscription make of their quit slavery And for a Girdle in a Garter sense 'Bout th' Oake write Hony soit qui maly Pence Which done his Lordship passeth towards the East end of Cheapside where he is entertained by another sceane being a Charriot drawn by a Lyon and a Lamb in the Chario is placed three figures PEACE TRUTH PLENTY the Chariot is driven by Time who salutes his Lordship in these words Times Speech My Lord TIME is the Register of all Mens Acts Or good or bad their vertue and their facts Although by violence he hath bin made a Property unto the Traytors Trade Yet Time that every secret brings to light At last you see their Treacheries requites Payes them in their own Coyn the bloody stamp 〈◊〉 hath turn'd Surgeon cur'd them of the Cramp Treason may flourish for a little space but Time at length writes Villane in its face Whil'st Iulius Caesars death Revengless past Rome nere was free from sword Fire Plague and Wast Till Time reveal'd the Murderers and then their better Genius did return agen And clos'd up Ianus Temple Though Time hath bin curst by those had neither wit nor faith But rashly did conclude hee'd never mend And therefore in despair did wish his End Yet he for every sore and malady hath brought you home a Soveraign remedy Occasion is his foretop which had some long since ta'ne hold