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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

have Wine and Spice Sugar Fruit and Rice Hoyd. We have good Barley and Wheat And were we put to t better can live without Money than you without meat Chorus of both Voices Both. Then since 't is so that we cannot be Without one another let us two agree Let the Country prove fruitful and City be free No Climat in Europe so happy as we They stand aside Enter Billet the Souldier The Tune changeth Bill He that would be made by a Soldiers Trade Let him be encourag'd by me For never did any men gain by the Blade As we have in Forty three Hoyd. What Gallant is that Free It seems a Soldat Bill Good morrow Hoyd. Good morrow to thee Bill Why how now good Friends what all for your ends Will you make up a Peace without me You know in a word the Power of the Sword Free A Cannon can conquer a King Bill A sharp Sword will make a City to shake Hoyd. Vaith you have the World in a Zling Bill Compare the whole Land to the Parts of a Man Hoyd. The Countrey 's the Legs and the Toes Free And without a Riddle the City 's the Middle Bill The Soldier 's the Head Hoyd. And the Nose Bill Though now we wear Blades we once were of Trades And shall be whilst Trading endures Our Officers are although Men of War Some Goldsmiths some Drapers Hoyd. And Brewers Bill They fortunate are and valiant in War Free They were so Hoyd. Che very well knew ' um Bill Some of them were Lords Hoyd. Some of 'em wore Cords And went up to Hangum tuum Bill Do you get encrease we 'll guard you with Peace The Sword shall not come where the Ax is We ll take off your Cares we ll take off your Fears Hoyd. I but when will you take off our Taxes Bill We keep Nations from ye that would overcome ye Whilst you do Plow Harrow and Thresh The Frenchman's our own Hoyd. Faith What 's bred in the Bone Will hardly get out of the flesh The Tune changeth Free Then Sir the City still shall fit ye With what you deserve Hoyd. The Countrey Cow-man and the Plow-man Will not let thee starve Free With Buff and Bever we will ever Bless thy Back and Head Hoyd. We 'll give thee yearly Wheat and Barley For thy Beer and Bread Free I will give thee Silver and enough good Ammunition I seal to this Condition Hoyd. And so do I introth Bill I will spend my Blood Sir Free And I will waste my Treasure Hoyd. To do the Soldier pleasure Bill Why now I thank ye both Chorus of all Three Let the City the Countrey the Camp and the Court Be the Places of Pleasure and Royal Resort And let us observe in the midst of our Sport That Fidelity makes us as firm as a Fort A Union well-grounded no Malice can kurt Exeunt At the Conclusion of this Droll the Second Course comes in In the mean time they sound a Lesson on the Ho-boys Cornets and Sackbuts and after all the Varieties are orderly marshall'd upon the Table the Musick are prepared with another Representation to salute his Lordship which consisteth of three Parts viz. A Countrey-man A Citizen and Sedition an old Instrument of Oliver's Faction Enter Countrey-man in a very melaneholy posture WAw's mee that ere che did zee Thick vamous vine Zity Two yeer vrom Zummerzet-zheer Hath quite convounded me A Zittizen in the Cuntry did zay To mee Tom Hoyden Leave making Hay Go zell thy Land away take Money vor't And buy thee a Place at Court Leave off thy Leather Breech Brown Bread and Milk Go there and be cloth'd in Zilk One hundred Pieces will there Buy vower score Pounds a yeer Thou zhalt be every day drest Quoth he in Tunick and Vest A dozen Dishes each day thou dost dine Zhall be zerv'd to thee with ●●●gs and Wine Thought I if thic be tru ch●ll speedily Zell all and a Courtnol bee Ich zold my Corn away Cattel and Cart. And now cham not worth a Vart No man was ever zo zarv'd Vor Ich am welly ztarv'd Gay Gallantry neat and vine But neither Meat nor Wine The Buttery Hatch is vlown off o' the Hooks And the Deel's run away with the Cooks Not zo much Zuet i' th' Kitchen as can Zerve one for a Zop i' th' Pan. Thought I to zelf if it be zo Which way do the Taxes go Now Ich am into London Town come ' Chave zmelt out the Dining-room Rare Meat and Musick is got To play 't in piping hot Although that Gallants of Honour may boast I zee that Zitizens rule the Roast And will be Conquerours unto the deeth If 't come to be try'd by th' Teeth That Government 's good where a Zurloin of Beef Is made a Commander in Cheef The Tune changeth Enter a Citizen gazing up and down Cit. London now beginneth to shew it self And in Splendour agen to appear Count. Ich know not where nor how to bestow my zelf Aside Though by chance c ham gotten in here Cit. Rome was not in her high Degree More glorious than this will be Though in Rubbish lately 't was hurl'd 'T will be a Sight for all the World Count. Of zight and zent chave had my vill But my Gut is empty still Zweet Zur kind Zur Cit. What 's your design with me How came You here Count. In at the Gate Neat Zur vine Zur che come to dine with thee Drink Zack Cit. Butler look to your Plate Since such Whipsters amongst us are 'T is reason we should beware In the Shapes of Countrey Elves Cheats do often hide themselves Count. Though chave been chous'd by Londonous men Chave not yet learn'd to cheat agen Chave good report as any in London Mon Where che was born in Zummerzet-zheer 'Twixt Cart and Court Ich now am an undon Mon Vool'd and gull'd Cit. But how cam'st thou here Count. Zold my Lond vor a Place at Court But now Ichave nothing vor't It was by a Zitizen's means Che vorzook my Bacon and Beans Cow and Plow and Harrow and Corn Lond and Place and Gilt forlorn Cit. Some forsaken dangerous High-way-man And hast late committed some evil Count. Thou' rt mistaken that ne're was my way Man Cit. Carter turn'd Courtier may couzen the Devil Count. But a Zity-mons Vaith and Troth Is able to chouse them both Cit. Get thee gone to Zummerzet-zheer Thou shalt stay no longer here Count. The Countrey did not zerve ye zo In Zixty vive six years ago When the Zity was in calamity By the Vire we zhew d our true Hearts Love and pity good will and amity Cit. So ye did in your Twenty-pound Carts Count. Though one Zity in Vlames did smother Our Waggons did zave another Cit. 'T is confess d the Cash in the Chest Builds another Phenix Nest. Count. Zhall che feed now Cit. Prithee go in Ingratude's a monstrous sin As they are going off Enter Oliver Faction The Citizen