To wonder at the horn-pipes here,
Of Nottingham and Derbyshire.
With the phant'sies of hey-troll,
Troll about the bridal bowl,
And divide the broad bride cake,
Round about the bride's-stake.
With, Here is to the fruit of Pem,
Grafted upon Stub his stem,
With the Peakish nicety,
And old Sherewood's vicety.
The last of which words were set to a tune, and sung to the bagpipe, and measure of their dance; the clowns and company of spectators drinking and eating the while.
Let's sing about, and say, Hey troll,
Troll to me the bridal bowl,
And divide the broad bride-cake,
Round about the bride's-stake.
With, Here is to the fruit of Pem,
Grafted upon Stub his stem,
With the Peakish nicety,
And old Sherewood's vicety.
But well danced Pem upon record,
Above thy yeoman, or May-lord.
Here it was thought necessary they should be broken off, by the coming in of a GENTLEMAN, an officer or servant of the lord lieutenant's, whose face had put on, with his clothes, an equal authority for the business.
Gent. Give end unto your rudeness: know at length
Whose time and patience you have urg'd, the
KING'S.
Whom if you knew, and truly, as you ought,
"Twould strike a reverence in you, ev'n to blushing.
That King whose love it is to be your parent!
Whose office and whose charge, to be your pastor!
Whose single watch defendeth all your sleeps!
Whose labours are your rests! whose thoughts
Breed your delights, whose business all your leisures !
And you to interrupt his serious hours
With light, impertinent, unworthy objects, Sights for yourselves, and savouring your own tastes!
You are to blame. Know your disease, and cure it. Sports should not be obtruded on great monarchs, But wait when they will call for them as servants, And meanest of their servants, since their price is At highest, to be styl'd, but of their pleasures! -Our King is going now to a great work,
Of highest love, affection, and example,
To see his native country, and his cradle,
And find those manners there, which he suck'd in
With nurse's milk, and parent's piety.
O sister Scotland! what hast thou deserved
Of joyful England, giving us this king!
What union (if thou lik'st) hast thou not made,
In knitting for Great Britain such a garland,
And letting him to wear it, such a king
As men would wish, that knew not how to hope
His like, but seeing him! a prince that's law
Unto himself; is good for goodness sake,
And so becomes the rule unto his subjects!
That studies not to seem or to shew great,
But be not drest for others eyes and ears,
With vizors and false rumours, but makes fame
Wait on his actions, and thence speak his name.
O bless his goings-out, and comings-in,
Thou mighty God of heaven! lend him long
Unto the nations, which yet scarcely know him,
Yet are most happy by his government.
Bless his fair bedmate, and their certain pledges,
And never may he want those nerves in fate;
For sure succession fortifies a state.
Whilst he himself is mortal, let him feel
Nothing about him mortal in his house;
Let him approve his young increasing Charles,
A loyal son; and take him long to be
An aid, before he be a successor.
Late come that day that heaven will ask him from us!
Let our grand-children, and their issue, long
Expect it, and not see it. Let us pray,
That fortune never know to exercise
More power upon him, than as Charles his ser
And his Great Britain's slave: ever to wait
Bondwoman to the GENIUS of this state.
KING AND QUEEN'S ENTERTAINMENT
At the Earl of NEWCASTLE'S, the 30th of July, 1634.
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