The triumphs of London performed on Monday Octob. 30th, 1693, for the entertainment of the Right Honourable Sir William Ashurst, Knight, lord mayor of the city of London : containing a true description of the several pageants : with the speeches spoken on each pageant, all set forth at the proper costs and charges of the worshipful Company of Merchant-Taylors : together with the festival songs for His Lordship and the Companies diversion / by E.S.

THE Triumphs of London. Performed on Monday, Octob. 30th. 1693. FOR THE Entertainment of the Right Honourable Sir William Aſhurſt, Knight, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. CONTAINING A True Deſcription of the ſeveral Pageants; with the Speeches Spoken on each Pageant. All ſet forth at the proper Coſts and Charges of the WORSHIPFUL COMPANY of Merchant-Taylors. Together with The Feſtival SONGS for His Lordſhip and the Companies Diverſion. By E. S.

Publiſhed by Authority.

LONDON, Printed by J Orme; And are to be Sold by Benjamin Johnſon, near St. Paul's Church-Yard: 1693.

To the RIGHT HONOURABLE Sir William Aſhurſt, Knight, LORD MAYOR of the City of LONDON. MY LORD,

IN the preſent Solemnity of Your Lordſhip's Inauguration; never was Entry made to that fair Poſt of Honour, under more Expectations than from Your Lordſhip, nor more Confidence of ſeeing thoſe Expectations anſwered. 'Tis not only the more unthinking Crowd of Homagers, thoſe cheaper Lips, ſalute You; but Judgment and Senſe have their Eyes fixt upon You, as fully ſatisfied that You bring thoſe ample Qualifications for Our Metropolitan Royal Repreſentative, that never Chapplet more fitted the Brow that wears it.

And as no little Illuſtration to the eminent Figure that ſo much Worth muſt make, I may juſtly ſay of Your Lordſhip, That Authority as it never approach'd a Fairer, ſo it never entred under a more Prideleſs Roof than Your Lordſhip's. For never certainly was Power more affable, nor Command more familiar. Your State and Your Regalia wait You no farther than Your Chair; which more troubleſome formal Attendants of Office are inſtantly diſmiſt, and Your more genuine ſofter Train, all Your Sweetneſſes of Converſation, and the condeſcending Graces of Courteſie, Goodneſs and Humanity are called in as Your gentler and nearer Menials. And to all theſe there runs that Bravery of Spirit through You; a Glory ſo particularly Your own, that in all the Knees that bend before You, You give an occaſion to Thank wherethey Pray. Your Lordſhips more generous Goodneſs is not worſhipt by empty Gazers only, but by a more ſenſible Zeal and Devotion. But not to inſtance the acknowledgments of Duty and Gratitude, the Addreſſes and Panegyricks You receive where You have beſtowed Smiles and ſhowr'd Favours: Thoſe are no more than the payment of Debts that are owing You; and Greatneſs and Power every day meet ſuch Homage. No, my Lord, Your Lordſhip's Virtue ſoars a pitch yet higher, a Virtue ſo attractive, as creates You Votaries at a much farther diſtance: For Your Lordſhip has reacht a Character ſo univerſally Grateful, that You are every where honoured, even where you never obliged.

And indeed 'tis no more than the Common Juſtice of mankind to pay that Eſteem to ſo noble and publick ſpirited a Principle as Your Lordſhip's; Your Lordſhip, that think Your ſelf made for the World, as well as the World for You, and conſequently (not like too many riſing Favourites of Fortune that look no higher than home; to be Rich to themſelves, and Poor to all mankind beſides,) You make it an equal, if not larger part of Your Ambition to hoard a fair Name as well as a fair Maſs to leave behind You.

But in all Your Perſonal Accompliſhments to furniſh out the Magiſtrate, Your Lordſhips innate Gallantry and Honour are in a high meaſure owing to Your Generous Extract, and as Generous Education, Derivative from Your Veins, and ſuckt in from Your Cradle: Your Lordſhip that poſſibly has that extraordinary Advantage, that Additional Weight in your Scale, a Blazon ſo rare, or at leaſt not in every City Coat, as to deſcend from that fair Original, the Aſhurſts of Aſhurſt, a Family that brought in the Gentility in their Blood, and the Normand Fleur de Lis's in their Scutcheon, with the Firſt Great William; and have ever ſince continued in that unbroken Chain both of Fortune and Reputation, as has trod as near the Heels of Nobility as any Firſt Rank Gentry in England. And as one Honorable Derivative more of Your Lordſhip's, Your Anceſtors have been conſtant Aſſertors and Champions of Religion and Virtue, Witneſs Your Lordſhip's Uncle in the Reign of King Charles the Firſt, who then High Sheriff of Lancaſhire, had the hardy Chriſtian Courage as to lay a Criminal by the Heels for the violation of the Sabbath day, though a Tranſgreſſor in that kind and at that time within the Verge of Priviledge, under the Umbrage and Protection of the then newly publiſht Metropolitan Canterbury Licenſe and Authority.

But whilſt my weak Oratory, the meaneſt Trumpet of a Renown ſo conſpicuous, is only repeating of what all Tongues are already filled with; I beſeech You to believe, That this Epiſtle is not addreſt to the Right Honourable Your Lordſhip; but the Right Worthy, Sir William; not any tributary Devoir to the Greatneſs You wear for a Year, but the great Soul You wear always. For as Your Lordſhip's preſent Dignity is not preſented You as a Gift, but paid You as a Reward; under that conſideration, to level at the true Object of our Veneration, we muſt look beyond the Robe You wear, to the Merit that put it on. For the Foundation of True Honour, is like that of the Pyramide: The Baſis is always larger than the Pinnacle that Crowns it. 'Tis in that capacity, as both an Honour to the City, and an Ornament to Your Country, I Congratulate Your Lordſhip's Acceſſion to Your Praetorian Chair, and our proud Metropolis's Happineſs in ſuch a Member, and ſuch a Magiſtrate, being with no little Pride,

MY LORD, Your Lordſhip's Moſt Devoted and moſt Obedient Servant. E. SETTLE.

TO THE HONOURABLE COMPANY OF Merchant-Taylors. Gentlemen,

WHEN I addreſs to You as Merchant-Taylors, that very Name alone, without my particular Survey of the collected Body of ſo Honourable a Company, is enough to take up no little part both of my Speculation and Veneration. For do we viſit the utmoſt Reach and Extents of Land and Sea: make the very boundleſs Ocean a Tributary to the narrower Thames, and bring home the Wealth of the Univerſe to our own Doors? Who but the Merchant is that commiſſion'd Purveyour, and travelling Treaſurer! What's the whole Maſs and Wealth of Ranſact Nature, but his rich Hoard! The very Jemms of Crowns and Robes of Kings, Their Ermyn, and their Purple, their Pearls, and their Rubies, are all but his Richer Cargo. Do the glittering Pallaces of Monarchs in all their Luſtre and Magnificence ſo dazle our weak Eyes? Their Splendor is no more than the Oar refined from the Merchants Mint; and their Embroydery but his Drapery; being all firſt the Riches of His Wooden Walls, before they are the Ornaments of their Marble Roofs.

What is the Merchant but the Surrounder and Circler of the ſpacious Globe, that draws the only Lines of Communication betwixt the Converſing and Commercing Regions of the Earth. Were it not for the Merchant, we had lived altogether in an unſociable World: Our very next Neighbourhood had been a downright Terra-Incognita to us; whilſt pent up in their own narrower untraffiking Precincts, whole Kingdoms and Nations had been little leſs than a larger ſort of Cloyſters and Cells. Then the product of our own Glebe only muſt have furniſht both our Kitchin and our Wardrobe. Nay our very Monarchs themſelves muſt have been contented to have taken up with a homlier mettald Crown, poſſibly ſuch another as the Iſle of Mann's Diadem; and their very Coronation Mantle, (though no Diſparagement to our own native Growth, the Fleece of the Sheep that buys the Jewels of the Crown) inſtead of the richer Orient Embroydery, the Silkworms ſofter Spinſtry, and the Ermins whiter Down, muſt at higheſt have reacht but to Wooll and Lambskins. Thus the Pavilion Royal is but juſtly a part of the Merchant-Taylors Scutcheon: For whilſt the Imperial Hero marches to the Field, and ſweats in Arms all Day; he ſleeps at Night under Your Umbrage, whilſt not only his Tent of War, but his Canopy of Peace is all Your own.

Thus the Great Columbus in his Diſcovery of a new World, only open'd a new Door to the Merchants Glory; whilſt after their long Addreſſes and Viſits to their European, Aſian, and African three old Miſtreſſes; they had found out a new fair American Siſter to pay their new Court and Devoirs to; and to plume themſelves in the Wealth of the rich Dowr She brought them.

We may juſtly rank the whole Induſtry of mankind under theſe two Claſſes, That of the Husbandman, and this of the Merchant. And indeed there's ſo far an Allyance and proportion betwixt both their Toyls and Labours, that 'tis all but the Work of the Plough: His that turns up the Glebe of the Earth, and Yours Your Keele that ploughs the Main. And as the Fruits of Bountiful Nature are his Harveſt; So the Riches of it are Yours: Only with this Difference between You, That the Husbandman is but the Subminiſter or Underfactor of the Merchant. The ſweat of His Brow gets the Bread: But Your Gold pays that ſweat; and indeed drives both Plough and Ploughman

Amongſt the ſeveral Pageants of the Day, all ſuited to the Luſtre and Renown of Your Honourable Foundation, the Fair Minerva in both her Capacities, viz. the Goddeſs of Arts and Arms, is but the true Emblem and Portrait of Your Glory. For Arts are all ſo intirely Your own, that You reſemble the Ocean, on which You Trade. For as into that all the Leſſer Rivers flow: So the Toyls and Induſtry of the whole Land, from the Spinſtry of the Cottage, to the Loom of the Burgh, and the Woof of the City, all Center in the Merchant. And as the Wealth and Improvements of Peace are ſo juſtly Yours, no leſs are the Proweſs and Strength of Arms Your own too. For as the Nerves and Sinews of Trade are the Life and Soul of War; 'Tis only as the Merchant leads the Battle moves.

And now Gentlemen, having brought You thus far in Your fair Chace of Honour, here Ile leave You, and heartily wiſh, ſo may You all unanimouſly lead, and make the Battle ſo ſucceſsfully move; That England may live to ſee her long Effeminacy ſhook off: and have yet a Race of the Third Edward and Fifth Henry Boys, as may ſtill carry Terror to the too powerful neighbouring Lillies, and raiſe up the Heads of her own Royal Lyons.

With this hearty Prayer I ſubſcribe my Self, GENTLEMEN, Your moſt Faithful Servant E. Settle.

The Movements of the Morning.

Between Seven and Eight in the Morning the whole Company deſign'd for the Duty of the Day, meet at Merchant-Taylors Hall.

1. THE Maſter, Wardens, and Aſſiſtants, in Gowns faced with Foins, and their Hoods.

2. The Livery in their Gowns faced with Budg, and their Hoods.

3. Forty Foins Batchelors in Gowns and Scarlet Hoods.

4. Forty Budg-Batchelors in Gowns and Scarlet Hoods.

5. Forty Gentlemen Uſhers in Velvet Coats, each of them a Chain of Gold about his Sholder, and a White-Staff in his Hand.

6. Several Drums and Fifes with Scarfs and Colours of the Company in their Hats, Blew and White.

7. The Serjeant Trumpet, and Twenty Four Trumpets more, whereof Sixteen are their Majeſties, the Serjeant-Trumpet wearing Two Scarfs, a Blew and a White.

8. The Drum-Major-general to the King, wearing a Shoulder-Scarf of the Companies Colours, with others of Their Majeſties Houſehold Drums and Fifes.

9. The Two City-Marſhals, each of them, Mounted on Horſeback, with rich Furniture, Hooſings, and Crupper all Imbroider'd: Six Servitors likewiſe Mounted to Attend, with Scarfs and Colours of the Companies.

10. The Foot-Marſhal with a Scarf, and Six Attendants in Colours.

11. The Maſter of Defence with the ſame Scarf and Colours, Eight Perſons of the ſame Science to Attend him.

12. Twenty Penſioners with Coats and Caps, employ'd in carrying of Standards and Banners.

13. Seventy Penſioners in Blew-Gowns, White-Sleeves and Blew Caps, each of them carrying a Javeling in one Hand, and a Target in the other, wherein is Painted the Coat-Armour of their Founders, and Benefactors of the Company. All theſe are uſher'd by Twenty perſonable Figures in Roman Crimſon Habits, and Silver Head-peices with the Arms of the Honourable Company, the City and the Lord Mayor, Back and Breaſt, bearing Lictors Staffs, and Silver Axes.

Thus order'd, and accommodated, they are commited to the management of the Foot-Marſhal, who diſtributes them in Seven Diviſions, rank'd all two by two, beginning with the inferior part of the Standard Bearers. In the head of them are placed two Drums one Fife, and a Gentleman, bearing the Companies Arms.

In the Rear of them, two Gentlmen bearing Banners, containing the Arms of the deceaſed Benefactors.

After them march the aged Penſioners in Gowns, and in the Centre of them fall two Drums.

In the Rear of them three Drums, one Fife, and two Gentlemen in Pluſh-Coats, bearing two Banners, one of Their Majeſties, the other of the Companies. After them Six Gentlemen Uſhers, follow'd by the Budg-Batchelors.

The next, two Gentlemen bearing two other Banners. After them Six Gentlemen Uſhers, ſucceeded by the Foins Batchelors.

In the Rear fall in two Drums, and a Fife. Then two Gentlemen, one bearing my Lord MAYORS, the other the City Banners. Then Twelve Gentlemen Uſhers, and after them the Court of Aſſiſtance, which makes the laſt Diviſion.

The Right Honourable the LORD MAYOR, with the Principal Aldermen and Sheriffs, Mounts His Horſe, with the Aldermen two by two, the Sheriffs in the Rear.

In this Equipage of two and two, the whole Body move toward Grocers-Hall, where the Lord Mayor Elect joyns with the Old Lord Mayor and his Retinue; whence all of them in this. Order march through Kingſtreet down to Three-Crane-Wharf, there entering into their ſeveral Barges which are gloriouſly adorned with Flags and Pendants, His Lordſhip and this Gallant Company all Landing at Weſtminſter, is conducted to the Exchequer-Bar; there having performed ſeveral Ceremonial and Cuſtomary Duties, and taken the Oaths to their Majeſties, he returns again by Water to Black-Friers Stairs, with Drums beating, Trumpets ſounding, Muſick playing, &c.

There his Lordſhip, and the ſeveral Companies landing from their Reſpective Barges, the reſt of the Attendants that went not to Weſtminſter, waiting for his Reception, the whole Body moves in Order before him towards Cheapſide.

The Firſt Pageant. The LAMB.

UPon a Stage is a ſtately Pedeſtal richly ornamented, whereon the Coat of the Honourable Company, the Silver Lamb is planted. On a Deſcent beneath on the four Corners are four Palm-Trees; adorned with Crowns, Coronets and Laurels, being the emblematical Trophies of the Worthy Predeceſſors, as Members or Benefactors of the Honourable Company of Merchant-Taylors. On the four ſquare ſides, Quadranglar ways, are planted four Figures, viz. Peace, Humility, Patience and Mercy, in their proper Attire and Ornaments, theſe four being the requiſite Attendance of Innocence, emblemiz'd in the Figure of the Lamb; and the Palm tree being not only a proper Field for the Lamb, but likewiſe alluding to Truth and Virtue, which according to the Motto of the Palm (Creſcit ſub pondere Virtus) the more 'tis depreſſed the higher 'twill riſe.

The Second Pageant. The Temple of CONCORD.

A Lofty Structure is erected, ſupported upon four noble Pillars or Columns with all the Etableture according to the Compoſitive order. Over all is a ſtately Domo, compleatly adjuſted in circular Figure, whereon is erected a Magnificent Cupulo, with a Golden Lyon placed in Chief, carrying a Banner of the Kings Arms.

Underneath this Dome ſit four Figures richly attired in ſilken Habits, The firſt proper to the Hieroglyphich of Harmony; and the other three Theological Virtues Faith, Hope, and Charity. Theſe thre Divine Virtues being not only the neceſſary Attendants of Harmony and Union; but likewiſe very applicacable to the Honourable Company for their Foundations of Religion, Learning, and Charity. Theſe three Virtues bear three Scutcheons on which are inſcribed their proper Mottoes.

At the four Corners of this Fabrick ſit four more Figures properly habited, as Temperance, Truth, Zeal, and Conſtancy with ſilver Banners diſplayed, with the Kings, Cities, and Lord Mayors and Companies Arms, in all Reſpects ſuited to the Glory of the Day.

Harmony thus Addreſſes to His Lordſhip. WHen the proud Towers of Concords Temple riſe, Her Baſis ſtands on Earth, and Head ith' Skyes; Heavens darling Bleſſing, and the Worlds fair Soul; Concord, the mighty Axis turns the Pole. Till her fair Head above the Waters bore 'Twas Chaos and Confuſion all before. Concord, by whom Truth raigns, and Empires ſtand, States flouriſh, all by her ſupporting Hand. As ſuch the Shrine, and ſuch the Deity, What muſt the Founder of her Temple be? That, Sr's, Your Work: Our Concords Walls You build, Whilſt Our Praetorian Chair thus nobly fill'd, Such Maſſy Worth and Morals ſo refin'd, Such leading Virtue with true Honour joyn'd, Shall ſtand thoſe fair Examples for mankind; Till Our bleſt Gates with Love and Union fill'd, Fair Concords Brighteſt Wreath Your Brow ſhall guild. Nor th' Happy London's only ſhall You bleſs, But Your own Merchant-Taylors Walls no leſs, With ſuch United Worth enricht and ſtor'd, 'Twixt ſuch a Maſter there, here ſuch a Lord.

The Third Pageant. The CHARIOT.

UPon a very Large Stage is fixt a Noble Triumphant Chariot, (drawn by two Golden Camels) richly and curioſly adorn'd, with all the Glorious Ornaments of Carved Work as Art can perform, in its gldiing and painting, and all Illuſtration enricht with ſeveral Delightful Figures, as well Artificial as Natural lively repreſented, and properly appertaining to the Solemnity of the Day. On the moſt Noble and Greateſt Seate of this Structure ſits Minerva, the Goddeſs in Chief of all the Arts and Sciences, a perſon of a Majeſtick Aſpect, attir'd with long thick bright curld Hair, on her Head a Silver Head-peice, graced with a high flouriſhing Plume of Feathers conſiſting of divers Falls; ſhe is attired in Rich Robe of Gold ſurfled with Silver, and over all a Noble Scarf of Carnation ſilk fringed with Gold, with a Crimſon Mantle laid with Ermyn. In one Hand ſhe bears a Bannor of the Companies Arms, in the other a Sheild of the Cities Arms. On a Deſcent beneath her are placed three Graces, viz. Vigilance, Diligence, and Labour, being expreſt by the Kettle Drums and Trumpets. In the Front of theſe, remote from the former, ſits a Figure perſonating Time, who holds the Reins of theſe two ſtately Camels excellently carved and gilded, and painted in equal proportion to the Life, with Trappings of Crimſon and Silver, and Crimſon Bridles, as being the ſupporters of the Honourable Company of Merchant-Taylors Arms. This Figure of Time is ſo order'd to hold the Reins of this Triumphant Chariot, as intimating the Antiquity of this Honourable Company, the Records of their Magnificence and Glory, having laſted ſo many long Ages paſt, and whoſe Chariot ſhall ſtill drive on till Time it ſelf ſhall finiſh. On the Backs of the two Camels are ſeated, or mounted two ſweat young Yrinces, a Negro and a Pawny, the one an Aſian, and the other an African, in their Richeſt Robes, attired in the moſt Princely Dreſs of thoſe Countries, with Coronets on their Heads beſet with plumes of variety of diverſe coloured Feathers. In their Right Hands they bear two diſplaid Banners, one the Cities, the other the Right Honourable the Lord Mayor intimating their Fealty and Submiſſion to the Heroick Monarch of Great Britain, the ſole Soveraign of the Sea, and ſo far Lord of the World from Our Britiſh Communion and Traffick in the Richeſt Aſian and African Commerce, &c. And likewiſe implying their Ambition to hold an amicable Correſpondence with this Renown'd City. Moreover, upon this Stage are placed three Figures repreſenting the Seaſons of the Day, viz. Morning, Noon, and Evening; attired in their proper Habits, with gilded Banners ſuitable to 'em all, intimating that Vigilence, Diligence and Labour are the Duties of every Hour of Life: and at each Corner is four Golden Cypreſs Trees. His Lorſhip is ſaluted by Minerva in this Speech, &c.

SIr, in Your bright Inauguration Glory, Amongſt the humble Knees that bend before You, With the juſt Tribute of her earlyeſt Vows Thus low the dutiful Minerva bows: Arts and Wits Sacred Goddeſs, with her fair Triumphant Chariot, waits Your nobler Chair. Yes Sir, whilſt London Europes proudeſt Town, And Albion's faireſt Head, Your power muſt own; Her Wheel, her Loom, her Induſtry, are all But Menials, Sir, to Your commanding Call: Her Arts encouraging Lord is only You; Nor is Wits Patron leſs Your Title too: Both Atributes ſo well You have deſerved; Wit, I am ſure, ne're kinder Maſter ſerv'd. Then Sir beneath the influence of Your Reign, I, and my Muſes, all Your Duteous Train, Shall ſing Your praiſes in that chearful Chorus, From this bleſt Day ſmile the whole Year before us.

The Fourth Pageant. The SHIP.

AS a farther Teſtimony of their Zeal and Eſteem for his Lordſhip, they preſent my Lord with a Ship, named the William and Mary, a Merchant Adventurer. This Ship is laden with Cloth, Silk and Stuffs of all ſorts, as repreſenting the Traffick in which His Lordſhip deals into Foraign Countries. This ſtately Veſſel bears all her Guns, with Antients and Pendants, Streamers, Flaggs Standarts, Tackling, Braces, Bowls, Cables, Anchors, Sayls and Cordages, and all ſort of Rigging appertaining to a Merchant-Man of that Burden, being richly gilded and painted with all her Waſte Cloaths.

On board this Ship are a Captain and his Mate, a Boſewain and Mariner, each man at work, ſome at the main Tack, others at the main Braces, others the Bowlings, ſome climbing up to the Maintop, others ſiting croſs the Yard-Arms. Others with Quarter Canns drinking the King and Queens Health; the Lord Mayors, and the Honourable Companies, with Guns fireing, Shouts, Huzahs and Acclamations, as the Expreſſions of their Joy for his Lordſhip's Inauguration, and their Dutiful ſalutes to welcome him to the Chair, with Songs and Trumpets ſounding, proper to the Action and the Honour of the Merchant-Taylors.

The Captain with his Crew placing themſelves on the Quarter-Deck, dreſt in Indian ſilks, with rich Fur Caps, attired like Seafaring men; the Boſewain having given his ſignal by a whiſtle, and commanded ſilence, the Syrens being placed in the Sea leave off their melodious Muſick, and diſplay their Bannors whilſt the Captain accoſts his Lordſhip.

STrike Saylor, ſtrike, Your Homaging Topſayls lower, And humbly vaile to yond commanding Power, That awful Power that fills our ſwelling Sayl, And whoſe kind Smile lends all our proſperous Gale. Our duteous Tribute, Sir, is all Your Due; Our Canvaſs Wings are only plumed for You: For You alone our Tritons Trumpets ſound; And our pleas'd Nereids Dance their watry round. And if, when Your Great Name of Honour calls, The rattling Muſick from our wooden Walls Does with her loudeſt Mouths of Thunder roar, 'Tis to ſalute the Lord that rules our Shore. But what, alas, ith' Triumphs of this Day Can my poor Flags and humble Pinnace Pay, To You that guide a prouder Helm than Mine; Glory that does with brighter Streamers ſhine? And ſince our fair Metropolis's Command Is lodg'd in ſuch an Honourable Hand, The ſafe Auguſta ſhall no Shipwrack fear, Whilſt ſo much Virtue her great Bark ſhall ſtear.

The Fifth Pageant. The ARCADIAN PLAIN.

WIthin this large Plain are Eleven or Twelve Figures, all cloath'd in their proper Habits, as Nymphs and Shepherds of Arcadia, with gilded Streamers and Bannors, being the Enſigns of Honour, of the Worthy Members of the Honourable Company. Amongſt theſe is Induſtry a Spinning, and ſeveral of the Shepherdeſſes,; ſome Carding and ſome Cutting of Wooll, and all Singing and Dancing, when the Matron or Miſtreſs of the Family calls from Work, they having all their Scrips and Wallets, Bottles of Leather, and Baskets with Shepherds Crooks and Straw Hats and Garlands of Flowers round their Heads, the Pageant being all ornamented ſuitable to ſo rural a place, and enliven'd with variety of Paſtoral Muſick accordingly. In the Front of this pleaſant Plain is planted a gilded Lyon, the Plain all ſtrewed with Greens and Flowers, and other Ornaments befitting the place, and alſo proper for ſo Noble an Augmentation that was given from one of the Kings of England, out of his own Imperial Arms, in Honour of the Worſhipful Company of Merchant-Taylors, for ſome very Illuſtrious Acts of Chivalry performed by the Famous and Noble Sir John Hawkwood, once a Member of this Royal Society, whereof has been Eleven Kings, Twenty two Princes and Dukes, Twenty ſeven Biſhops, Forty ſeven Earls, Seventy ſeven Lords and Barons; beſides Ninteen Lord Mayors to this preſent Year, who all received the Honour of Knighthood.

In the Rear of this Pageant is ſeated on a Throne, a Soldier under a Royal Canopy, as the Arms of the Honourable Company attended on each hand by two Perſons in Parliamentary Robes, who addreſſes his Speech to his Lordſhip, himſelf repreſenting that Famous and Memorable Hawkwood.

BEhold, before me on theſe Verdant Plains 'The Crooks, the Fleece, the Wheel, the Nymphs and Swains, All Homagers to the Merchant-Taylors Name; Thir Rural Reeds the Trumps of Your fair Fame: And whilſt theſe Sons of Peace ith' Front appear Your Hawkwood, Son of War, brings up the Rear. Hawkwood who, that bold Martial Champion ſtood, Whoſe once Illuſtrious Feats in Fields of Blood, In Your Rich Scutcheon fixt that fair Renown, A borrow'd Lyon from the Britiſh Crown. But why do we revive old Hawkwood's Name, When we have a Younger Nobler Heir of Fame; Your Lorſhip whoſe Renown outvies his poorer Story, Who dare as much for Truth, as Hawkwood durſt for Glory.

A SONG. I. TO ſing the Renown of the brave Merchant-Taylors Come blow a freſh Gale, Boys, and Hey jolly Saylors. For weell merrily troll All around round the Pole; Weell cut the Sea through; And bring home the Wealth of the Indian Peru. For the World has no Lord but the Merchant alone; And the whole Phenix Neſt, Boys, is all but Your own. Then ith' Triumphs of the Day, To the Merchants weell pay Our heartieſt Zeal and Devotion: Weell ſing, and weell laugh, And the Bowls that we quaff Shall hold a whole Iittle little Ocean. II Weell cut through the Line, Boys; then hey merry Saylors; From Cancer to Capricorn bold Merchant-Taylors: 'Tis for You the North Swain Drives the Great Charles his Wain: The Star at the Pole For You lends the Needle her whole Life and Soul; Whilſt the Sun in the Skyes, and the Stars in their Glory Are all but Your Linkboys to travel before You. Then, &c. III. To the jolly God Cupid do Mortals build Altars; And ſing Loves ſoft Chorus in ſweet Virgin Pſalters? Does the Beauty Divine In its whole Glory ſhine? Tho' bright as the Morn 'Tis the Merchants rich Wardrobes proud Venus adone. Her downy foft Sweets all but his rich Perfumes; And our Miſtreſſes ſhrine but in his borrow'd Plumes. Then, &c. IV. In City and Country, both Profit and Pleaſu •• Come all from the Hoard of the Merchants rich Treaſure. Even the poor Country Cloun, When he comes up to Town, No ſooner he goes To buy a new Topknot for Peggy and Roſe, But merrily home again home he trips down, And thanks the kind Merchant for Jo • ns Wedding Gown. Then, &c. V. Do we drink a brisk Health to Great William and Mary In bluſhing fair Claret, or ſmiling Canary? When the Conduits run Wine, What's the Nectar Divine That cheers up our Souls, But the Merchants rich Juice, Boys, that Sparks in our Bowls? And the proud Golden Goblet we drink in's no more Than a Relick a Relick from the Merchants fair Store. 〈◊〉 &c.

The Pageantry concluding, the Lord Mayor and the whole Train move off to Dinner, which finiſhes the Solemnity of the Day.

FINIS.