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A46255	London's resurrection to joy and triumph expressed in sundry shews, shapes, scenes, speeches and songs in parts celebrious to the much-meriting magistrate Sir George Waterman, knight, Lord Mayor of the city of London : at the peculiar and proper expences of the worshipful Company of Skinners / written by Tho. Jordan.	Jordan, Thomas, 1612?-1685?; Waterman, George.	1671 (1671)	Wing J1040; ESTC R30478	10,093	24

will be shown And you 'l perform it if it can be done Your Wisdom Prudence Temperance and Fate Have mark'd you for this City's Magistrate This City which inflam'd with its own guilt In seven years time was Burnt and may be built Thanks to your Lordship and those prudent powers Which joyn'd with you the City Senators My Lord it is your Destiny to rise From one of the most ancient Companies In this Metropolis we hope y' are one That will restore our long-lost Union 'T will make us Rich and Righteous and please God Firm to our Friends fierce to our Foes abroad Union breeds Peace and Plenty in a Land But Cities self-divided Cannot stand The Speech being concluded his Lordship and his Retinue move through Cheapside and by the way is represented to his view this second Scene or Pageant following A Description of the Second Pageant IS a most Magnificent and Imperial Palace of Pleasure gloriously adorned and exceedingly inriched with several Shields of the Cities the Lord Mayor's and the Companies respective Arms as also with many imbellishings and beautiful exornations from the Base to the extream altitude of the Superstructure in a pyramidical Figure In the front sit four female Figures rich and properly habited representing Justice Temperance Peace and Plenty with four Nymphs in different Robes sitting at their feet as Attendants bearing Banners with the Emblems painted on them intimating the nature faculties function and quality of the precedent Vertues whom they attend And on the most high and eminent part of this Structure is elevated a person aptly attired representing Fame on her Head a Crown of Gold on her Shoulders Wings of divers coloured Feathers and in her Hand a Trumpet on which is hung his Majesties Royal Banner of Great Britain France and Ireland whom God long preserve His Lordship having sufficiently viewed this beautiful Building and the Figures he with his Attendants retire into the Guild-hall to Dinner where the Tables wait to supply their Appetites furnished with more Plenty and Variety Cookery and Curiosity then is to be had in any one place at any one time amongst the most Celebrious Feasts in the Christian world where his Lordship attended by the Waits of the City is accommodated with variety of excellent Musick both Loud and Soft Vocal and Instrumental amongst which this ensuing Song in Parts receives the regard of his Attention A Song consisting of three distinct Voices with a Chorus to each purposely composed for my Lord Mayors Table 1 Voyce COme let us concord In a Verse to my Lord Whose Tables do shine With Viands and Wine Whose Welcome and Wishes Are free as his Dishes Good Claret will warm ye Here 's nothing can harm ye Canary doth make but a few sick My Lady invites ye To all that delights ye Whose spirit and words Agree with my Lords Then taste the fat bounty Of every County Here is no misprision All points of Division Are banish'd but what 's in the Musick Chorus Let joy and health With peace and wealth Support his power who is The prop of Londons fair Metropolis 2 Voice Lord of that City now the Seat Of all that we call good and great Into whose lap is daily hurl'd The various treasures of the world Here is at all times to be had The best of good and worst of bad Here men get wealth with switch and spur And change their Fustian into Fur But at the last to crown their pains Their wisest Free-men are in Chains Here young Sons of indulgent Mothers Grow richer than their Elder Brothers Chorus Then let the Cities Health go round May it in treasure still abound And be with Peace and Plenty Crown'd 3 Voice Here Justice and Mercy are very well mixt The Sword and the Scabbard are faithfully fixt Which are born upright not conceal'd like a Hanger And truly some say it was ne're drawn in anger For fowlest Offenders are better kept under When Justice and Passion are farthest asunder Dame London's secure the King so hath kept her Therefore let her Sword submit to his Scepter Then who can the power of my Lord Mayor withstand Whilst he doth present the great Lord of the Land Chorus of all three Then Lady London let thy Beams That Town where Tyber streams Till all the world inrich the Thames This Song being sung and applauded a chearful and temperate Cup of Wine goes about in the mean time the Consort of Musick play two or three sutes of Airs which being ended they make provision for a piece of Drollery to be sung in Parts and Shapes by these three viz. Hoyden the Country-man of the West Freeman the Citizen Billet the Souldier Enter Hoyden Hoyd. FRom how-d'ye ca lt Town in what call y'um zhere To Lungean c ham come Lord what vine volks are here Zure thick is the place Ich zmell the good cheer I hil knock at the gate then what ho God be here Knocks Enter the Citizen Freem What are you Sir Hoyd. A West-Country mon Sir Free Good Bumkin forbear Such Hobnails as you are do seldom come here Hoyd. Uds zooks here sa vellow would make a man zwear Ich come to speak Sir with Mr. Lord Mayor Free What to do Sir Hoyd. To zee his vine Doublet his Chain and his Ruff His Beaver his Gown and zuch vinical stuff Free And what do you think of a kick or a cuff Hoyd. If my whip will but hold vaith I hill give thee enough And well laid on Whips him Free Hold hold prethee Country-man be not so hot Hoyd. Chave a great mind to lay a long lace on thy Coat Free Prethe tell me thy name and my Lord Mayor shall know 't Hoyd. My name is Tom Hoyden what zayst thou to that Free Tom Hoyden The Tune alters Then Tom Hoyden pack hence to Croyden The Country's fitter for thee Hoyden Though you abhor us and care not vor us Without us you can no be Free We can live without you and your rural rout Hoyd. Did we not vittle your house My Lady Mayress with all her Fairies Would zhit as small as a Mouse Free We have mony Hoyd. And we have honey Free We have the Silver and Gold Hoyd. We have fuel Free And we have Jewel Hoyd. And we have zheep in the vold Free We have Silk enough Hoyd. We have milk enough Free We have treasure untold We have means and case Hoyd. We have Beans and Pease Bacon hold belly hold Free We have forces Hoyd. And we have horses Free And we have powder and shot Hoyd. We have Pullets Free And we have Bullets Hoyd. And we have spirits as whot Free We have Honours Hoyd. And we have Mannors Free And we are wall'd about Hoyd. But when we begin to keep our Cattel in Vaith you 'l quickly come out Free We have Gallies Hoyd. And we have Vallies Free And we have Cannons of brass We have Feathers Hoyd. And we have Weathers On Mountains matted with grass Free We

and Countrey-man stand by and observe The Tune changeth to another Air. Oliver Room for a Lad that hath been a Guest At many an Honourable Noble Feast How comes t about That I am now left out Who lately was so eminently in request From a concealed Committee I came Oliver Faction is my Name I love as life To sow the seeds of Strife 'Twixt Father Mother Sister Brother Husband and Wife My Nature too is like my Name All peaceful Minds abhor it I put all Nations in a Flame And give them Reasons for it I deal debate In Church and State And bring all in Combustion With Low and High I can comply From Scarlet Robe to Fustian Zealous Factions I can spur With Yea and Nay and Never stir But at the Court It is my sport To do as they would ha me With Souldiers there I curse and swear The desperate word of dam-me The Roundheads and the Cavaliers I filled with falshood and fears A Cov'nant I made To further my Trade And set them together by th' ears Walks up and down Count. What vellows thick that doth so ztare Cit I wonder how he came in here Where e're he goes Conspiracy he shows Which commonly doth terminate in deadly blows Count. Let 's kick'n out Cit. A while forbear Count. I hil whipp'n till he stinks for fear Let 's stand aside And hear his begging pride He 'l utter something now which he doth use to hide Oliver It joys me much to find it hot With Brother against Brother I laugh to see how close they plot To ruine one another Small trifles are The seeds of War Copes Surplices and Rochets Formalities Will make men rise Whose heads are full of Crotchets Down with Dagon cryes the Zealot We will vanquish Pope and Prelate And then to work Like Jew and Turk Misguided by a Pigeon The 'tother stares And struts and swears He fights for his Religion Then in come the Bodkins and Whistles And Roses do Cov'nant with Thistles They fight and they die This is brave news quoth I. Coun. Zee zee how he sets up his bristles To another Tune Cit. What are you Sir that come Into this peaceful room Where Amity attends Our Loyal Citizens Oliver A Jugler that can shew State Tricks Such as were done in forty six Then follow follow me All you that factious be You that are discontent Against the Government I le bring ye amongst valiant fellows That can lead ye Count. To the Gallows Oliver If any man's ambition Dislikes his own condition Provided he be wise I le teach him how to rise I le make a Brewer with his sling To sway the Scepter of a King A failing Citizen I can make whole agen Cit. Go seek them out elsewhere There 's no such persons here Count. If zuch a work thou canst go through I hil warrant thou l't vind enough to do Oliver If any Prentice wash Away his Masters Cash In swaggering draughts of Wine That fellow shall be mine At two years old I le make him free Coun. And vit'n for the Triple Tree Tune changeth Cit. Renounce ill and leave off the Villany You did in forty six When writing and fighting did begger and kill many But now we have found your tricks Your Council nor all the bad wit is in Your scull can turn the tide You sha not nor cannot comply with a Citizen That will support your pride Their hearts now with faith and reality Are united so much unto Loyalty Love true Religion and Loyalty They to the Sovereign power do fix Your new knacks will never prevail with us They did so frequently formerly fail with us Coun. Therefore thou shalt to the Jayl with us Count. Whips kicks him Oliver Prethee forbear thy whips and kicks Tune changeth Oliver Prethee let me go fair and free I did never do hurt to thee Count. Yes you did it in vorty three When your Meazles did blunder me And if c ham not much mistaken Icham very zure t was you That did vilch my Beans and Bacon Cattel to Battel were took from Plow Ye did leave me never a Horse nor Cow Oliver Where was this Count. In Zummerset-zheer Oliv. I do confess my men were there But 't was in the time of War Where huddles and troubles were high and hot And I hope that now it is quite forgot Cit. Get thee gone away from this place Count. Or thy Tunick Iche mean to lace Oliver I will never injurious be To the City Society Cit. If I should put trust in thee I know that no man would trust me Oliver Let me stay and thou shalt see I 'le merrily cheerily drink a free And a hearty Cup to his Majesty Cit. On these terms I 'le let thee stay But yet before we drink wee 'l pray That this ascending City may By Fire or Sword know no decay Until the very very latter day Chorus Oliver Then in a Chorus of Prophetick Spirits Wee 'l sing forth her fame and her name and her merits Cit. No Cities that are shall ever compare With London fetch'd out of the flames The City of Rome shall in pilgrimage come And Tyber shall bow down to Thames Oliver No Fabricks that be are like this City For Structure and beautiful Beams Omnes Rome shall with her glory so famous in Story Make Tyber pay Tribute to Thames Exeunt In this honest innocent pleasant and amicable Recreation the Afternoon is wasted and Dinner being concluded the foot Marshal doth rally all the scattered Retinue of his Lordship and reduce them to their primitive Order as in the morning only the Pensioners instead of Javelins and Targets carry Torches for lighting his Lordship and Aldermen and the Companies in their return from Guild-hall and both bodies being once more joyned together after Dinner march up Kings-street towards Skinners-hall where the Pageant called the Wilderness makes a stand and the aforesaid Orpheus speaketh the second Speech following SPEECH My Lord THE Company on whom I wait Command me to salute you at your Gate With their fraternal hearty wishes may Your joys exceed the glory of this day May never night approach them never ill Divert them but be fair and rising still May you in Traffick no disaster know Your riches never ebb but ever flow Piety be your practice and the poor Never go empty handed from your door May you grow up in Honours seat and prove A Subject for your King and Cities love May you live centuries of years and see Your self still young in your Posterity And so your Company bids in your own right Good morrow to your Glories not good night Which ended and his Lordship entred his house all depart in order as the conveniency of night will permit and the several persons appointed to attend the service of the day take especial care to lodge the Silk-works and triumphs in some secure place till they can remove them to Skinners-hall in regard they are of some weight and the burthen of the day was heavy to the undertakers POSTSCRIPT After this Copy as I thought was perfected by the Committee and the Papers gone to the Press I was further advertised that there would be another Pageant which is a Forrest properly accommodated with several Animals Sylvans Satyrs and Wood-Nymphs sitting and stirring in very good order the Nymphs attired in various coloured Robes and in the front are two Negroes richly adorned with Oriental Pearl and Jewels mounted upon two Panthers Near to the presence of the King Queen Duke and other Beams of the Royal Family near Milk-street end is a Stage erected and fixed where the much magnified Jacob Hall and his Company express the height of their Activity in Tumbling and the like FINIS