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The Device of a Pageant, borne before M. William Web, Lord Maior of the Citie of London, on the day he took his oath ; being the 29th of October, 1591. Whereunto is annexed a Speech delivered by one, clad like a sea-nymph; who presented a Pinesse on the Water, bravely rigd and mand, to the Lord Maior, at the time he tooke Barge to go to Westminster. Dome by G. Peele, Maister of Arts in Oxford. Printed for William Wright. 4to.
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The PRESENTER’s Speech.
SEE, lovely Lords, and you, my Lord, behold
. Gallop the zodiack, and end the year,
Astraea, daughter of the immortal Jove,
* Web]. A wretched pun upon the Mayor's name.
In golden scrolls rolling about the heavens; Celestial sacred Nymph, that tends her flock With watchful eyes, and keeps this fount in peace, Guarded with Graces, and with gracious trains, Virtues divine, and gifts incomparable, ! / a Nor lets blind superstitious ignorance Corrupt so pure a spring: O happy times, That do beget such calm and quiet days, Where sheep and shepherd breathe in such content? Honour attends her throne; in her bright eyes." -Sits majesty; virtue and stedfastness Possess her heart; sweet mercy sways her sword. Her champion arm'd with resolution, Sits at her feet to chastise malcontents, That threat her honour's wrack. And time and kind Produce her years to make them numberless, While Fortune for her service and her sake With golden hands doth strengthen and enrich The Web that they for fair Astraea weave. Long may she live, long may she govern us, In peace triumphant, fortunate in wars, Our fair Astraea, our Pandora fair, Our fair Eliza, or Zabeta fair. Sweet Cynthia's darling, beauteous Cypria's peer,” As dear to England and true English hearts, As Pompey to the citizens of Rome; As merciful as Caesar in his might: As mighty as the Macedonian king, Or Trojan Hector, terror to the Greeks. Goddess, live long, whose honours we advance,
Strengthen thy neighbours', propagate thine own:
Ast RAEA, with her sheephook, on the top of the pageant.
Feed on, my flock, among the gladsome green,
Where heavenly nectar flows above the banks; Such pastures are not common to be seen:
Pay to immortal Jove immortal thanks, For what is good from heaven's high throne doth fall; And heaven's great architect be prais'd for all.
SUPERSTITION. A Friar sitting by the fountain.
Stir, Priest, and with thy beads poison this spring, I tell thee all is baneful that I bring.
IGNo RANce, a Priest.
It is in vain: her eye keeps me in awe,
Whilom, when Saturn's golden reign did cease,