THE
INSTITUTION
OF
THE
ORDER
OF
THE
GARTER
.
A
Dramatic
POEM
.
By
the
Same
.
—
Lectos
ex
omnibus
Oris
Evehis
;
&
meritum
,
non
quae
cunabula
quaeris
,
Et
qualis
,
non
unde
satus
:
sub
teste
benigno
Vivitur
;
egregios
invitant
praemia
mores
.
CLAUD
.
HONI
SOIT
QUI
MAL
Y
PENSE
.
Dramatis
Personae
.
-
EDWARD
the
Third
,
King
of
England
,
&c.
-
PHILIPPA
,
Queen
of
England
,
&c.
-
EDWARD
,
Prince
of
Wales
.
-
JOHN
,
The
order
of
the
GARTER
was
instituted
on
St.
George's
day
the
23d
of
April
1350.
King
John
came
into
England
in
1357.
I
have
taken
the
advantage
of
the
licence
usually
allowed
to
poets
,
of
departing
a
little
from
chronology
;
and
have
postponed
for
a
few
years
the
insti
tution
of
this
order
,
for
the
sake
of
rendering
that
so
lemnity
more
august
,
by
introducing
king
John
of
France
,
who
,
though
a
prisoner
,
was
treated
both
by
Edward
and
his
son
the
prince
of
Wales
with
all
the
regard
due
to
the
quality
and
virtue
of
so
great
a
prince
.
To
alleviate
his
captivity
,
Edward
entertained
him
and
the
other
French
prisoners
with
diversions
of
various
kinds
:
among
which
a
tournament
he
held
at
Windsor
on
the
23d
of
April
,
to
solemnize
the
feast
of
St.
George
,
the
patron
of
the
order
of
the
GARTER
,
held
the
chief
place
;
and
was
,
as
Rapin
tells
us
,
the
most
sumptuous
and
magnificent
that
had
ever
been
seen
in
England
.
The
duke
of
Brabant
,
with
several
other
sovereign
princes
,
and
an
infinite
num
ber
of
knights
of
all
nations
there
present
,
and
splendid
ly
entertained
.
King
of
France
,
&c.
-
SPIRITS
.
-
Genius
of
England
.
-
Bards
.
-
Druids
.
-
Heralds
,
Attendants
,
&c.
SCENE
,
Windsor
Park
,
with
a
Prospect
of
the
Castle
.
THE
INSTITUTION
OF
THE
Order
of
the
GARTER
.
SCENE
,
WINDSOR
PARK
.
Flourish
of
aërial
musick
at
a
distance
,
after
which
the
following
verses
are
sung
in
the
air
by
SPIRITS
,
while
the
GENIUS
of
England
descends
.
First
SPIRIT
.
HITHER
,
all
ye
heav'nly
pow'rs
,
From
your
empyreal
bow'rs
;
From
the
fields
for
ever
gay
,
From
the
star-pav'd
milky
way
,
From
the
moon's
relucent
horn
,
From
the
star
that
wakes
the
morn
;
From
the
bow
,
whose
mingling
dyes
Sweetly
cheer
the
frowning
skies
;
From
the
silver
cloud
that
sails
Shadowy
o'er
the
darken'd
vales
;
From
th'
Elysiums
of
the
sky
,
Spirits
immortal
,
hither
fly
!
CHORUS
of
SPIRITS
.
Fly
,
and
through
the
limpid
air
Guard
in
pomp
the
sliding
car
,
Which
to
his
terrestrial
throne
Wafts
Britannia's
Genius
down
.
Second
SPIRIT
.
Hither
,
all
ye
heav'nly
pow'rs
!
From
your
empyreal
bow'rs
!
Chiefly
ye
,
whose
brows
divine
Crown'd
with
starry
circlets
shine
;
Who
in
various
labours
try'd
,
Once
Britannia's
strength
and
pride
,
Now
in
everlasting
rest
Share
the
glories
of
the
blest
!
Peers
and
nobles
of
the
sky
,
Spirits
immortal
,
hither
fly
!
CHORUS
of
SPIRITS
.
Fly
,
and
through
the
limpid
air
Guard
in
pomp
the
sliding
car
,
Which
to
his
terrestrial
throne
Wafts
Britannia's
Genius
down
.
Third
SPIRIT
.
Hither
too
,
ye
tuneful
throng
,
Masters
of
enchanting
song
,
Sacred
bards
!
whose
rapt'rous
strains
Sooth
the
toiling
hero's
pains
,
Sooth
the
patriot's
gen'rous
cares
;
Sweetly
thro'
their
ravish'd
ears
Whisp'ring
to
th'
immortal
mind
Heav'nly
visions
,
hopes
refin'd
;
Hopes
of
endless
peace
and
fame
,
Safe
from
envy's
blasting
flame
,
Pure
,
sincere
,
in
those
abodes
,
Where
to
throngs
of
list'ning
gods
,
Hymning
bards
,
to
virtue's
praise
,
Tune
their
never-dying
lays
.
Sweet
encomiasts
of
the
sky
,
Spirits
immortal
,
hither
fly
!
CHORUS
of
SPIRITS
.
Fly
,
and
charm
the
limpid
air
,
While
the
softly-sliding
car
,
To
his
sea-encircled
throne
Wafts
Britannia's
Genius
down
.
Chorus
of
BARDS
descends
,
dress'd
in
long
flowing
sky-colour'd
robes
spangled
with
stars
,
with
garlands
of
oaken
bought
upon
their
heads
,
and
golden
harps
in
their
hands
,
made
like
the
Welch
,
or
old
British
harp
.
Before
they
appear
,
they
sing
the
chorus
,
and
afterwards
,
as
they
descend
,
the
following
songs
;
at
the
last
stanza
of
which
,
the
cha
riot
of
the
GENIUS
appears
,
and
descends
gradually
all
the
while
that
and
the
grand
chorus
is
singing
.
CHORUS
of
BARDS
.
Gentle
Spirit
,
we
obey
;
Thus
along
th'
aetherial
way
,
We
attend
our
monarch's
car
;
Thus
we
charm
the
silent
air
.
SONG
.
First
BARD
.
Ye
southern
gales
,
that
ever
fly
In
frolic
April's
vernal
train
,
Who
,
as
ye
skim
along
the
sky
,
Dip
your
light
pinions
in
the
main
,
Then
shake
them
fraught
with
genial
show'rs
,
O'er
blooming
Flora's
primrose
bow'rs
:
2.
Now
cease
awhile
your
wanton
sport
,
Now
drive
each
threat'ning
cloud
away
;
Then
to
the
flow'ry
vale
resort
,
And
hither
all
its
sweets
convey
;
And
ever
as
ye
dance
along
,
With
soft
murmurs
aid
our
song
.
SONG
II
.
Second
BARD
.
But
lo
!
fair
Windsor's
tow'rs
appear
,
And
hills
with
spreading
oaks
imbrown'd
!
Hark
!
hark
!
the
voice
of
joy
I
hear
,
Sung
by
a
thousand
echoes
round
;
And
now
I
view
a
glitt'ring
train
,
In
triumph
march
o'er
yonder
plain
.
Grand
CHORUS
of
SPIRITS
and
BARDS
.
Hail
mighty
nation
!
ever
fam'd
in
war
!
Lo
!
heav'n
descends
thy
festivals
to
share
;
To
view
those
heroes
,
whose
immortal
praise
Celestial
bards
shall
sing
in
living
lays
.
At
the
conclusion
of
this
chorus
,
the
GENIUS
alights
from
his
chariot
,
the
front
of
which
resembling
the
head
of
a
man
of
war
,
is
adorned
with
a
carved
lion
,
holding
be
fore
his
breast
the
arms
of
England
,
as
they
were
borne
by
Edward
.
Behind
,
on
a
rais'd
seat
,
sits
the
GENIUS
,
leaning
upon
an
anchor
of
silver
,
and
bearing
in
his
right
hand
the
vindicta
,
or
wand
of
enfranchisement
,
and
in
his
left
a
roll
of
parchment
,
upon
which
is
written
,
in
large
letters
of
gold
,
MAGNA
CHARTA
.
On
his
head
is
a
co
rona
rostrata
,
or
naval
crown
;
and
his
robe
,
of
a
sea-green
colour
,
is
embroidered
with
cornucopia's
and
golden
tridents
.
GENIUS
.
Disdain
not
,
ye
blest
denizens
of
air
,
To
breathe
this
grosser
atmosphere
awhile
,
Your
service
I
shall
need
;
mean
time
resort
To
yon
imperial
palace
,
and
in
air
Draw
up
your
squadrons
in
a
radiant
orb
,
Suspended
o'er
those
lofty
battlements
,
Like
the
bright
halo
that
invests
the
moon
,
Or
Saturn's
lucid
ring
:
thence
shed
benign
Your
choicest
influence
on
the
noble
train
,
There
on
this
solemn
day
assembled
round
The
throne
of
British
Edward
:
I
awhile
Must
here
await
th'
approach
of
other
spirits
,
Sage
Druids
,
Britain's
old
philosophers
;
Fetch'd
by
my
summons
from
the
western
isles
,
That
,
scatter'd
o'er
the
rough
Hibernian
flood
,
Seem
like
huge
fragments
by
the
wild
wave
torn
From
stormy
Scotland
,
and
the
Cambrian
shore
.
There
,
from
the
world
retir'd
in
secret
shades
,
Chiefly
where
Breint
and
Meinai
wash'd
the
oaks
Of
ancient
Mona
,
their
academies
And
schools
of
sage
and
moral
discipline
They
held
;
and
to
the
neighb'ring
Britons
round
,
From
their
rever'd
tribunals
,
holy
mounts
,
Dispens'd
at
once
their
oracles
and
laws
.
'Till
fierce
Paulinus
,
and
his
Roman
bands
,
Them
and
their
gods
defying
,
drove
them
thence
To
seek
for
shelter
in
Hibernian
shades
.
Yet
still
enamour'd
of
their
ancient
haunts
,
Unseen
of
mortal
eyes
,
they
hover
round
Their
ruin'd
altars
,
consecrated
hills
Once
girt
with
spreading
oaks
,
mysterious
rows
Of
rude
enormous
obelisks
,
that
rise
Orb
within
orb
,
stupendous
monuments
Of
artless
architecture
,
such
as
now
Oft
times
amaze
the
wand'ring
traveller
,
By
the
pale
moon
discern'd
on
Sarum's
plain
.
But
hence
,
aërial
spirits
:
lo
,
they
come
!
Here
the
SPIRITS
and
BARDS
,
together
with
the
chariot
of
the
GENIUS
,
reascend
,
and
at
the
same
time
the
DRUIDS
enter
,
cloath'd
in
dark-colour'd
coarse
stuff
gowns
which
before
hang
no
lower
than
the
knee
,
but
behind
almost
touch
the
ground
.
The
sleeves
of
these
gowns
reach
down
below
the
elbow
,
and
from
behind
comes
up
a
sort
of
hood
or
cowle
,
which
hangs
loose
about
the
head
and
forehead
.
From
the
left
shoulder
hangs
in
a
string
a
kind
of
pouch
,
or
scrip
,
and
rests
on
the
right
hip
.
In
their
right
hand
they
hold
a
staff
,
and
in
their
left
an
oaken
branch
.
Their
beards
are
very
large
and
long
,
reaching
below
their
waists
.
Their
legs
are
naked
,
and
their
feet
shod
with
sandals
,
which
are
fastened
by
thongs
wound
about
the
foot
and
the
small
of
the
leg
.
See
a
cut
of
the
chief
Druid
in
Rowland's
Mona
An
tiqua
restaurata
,
taken
from
a
statue
,
p.
65.
Enter
DRUIDS
.
Chief
DRUID
.
Inform
us
,
happy
spirit
,
protecting
pow'r
Of
this
our
ancient
country
,
wherefore
now
From
our
sequester'd
vallies
,
pensive
groves
And
dark
recesses
,
thou
hast
summon'd
us
To
wait
thy
orders
on
this
flow'ry
hill
?
GENIUS
.
A
great
event
,
sage
Druids
,
that
no
less
Imports
than
this
your
ancient
country's
fame
,
From
contemplation
,
and
your
silent
shades
,
Calls
you
to
meet
me
on
this
flow'ry
hill
.
Know
,
in
yon
castle
,
whose
proud
battlements
Sit
like
a
regal
crown
upon
the
brow
Of
high-climbing
lawn
,
doth
Edward
hold
This
day
his
solemn
session
to
receive
The
pleas
of
all
th'
aspiring
candidates
,
Who
,
summon'd
by
the
Edward
having
communicated
his
intention
of
instituting
the
order
of
the
GARTER
to
the
great
council
of
his
realm
,
and
having
receiv'd
their
approbation
,
dispatch'd
his
he
ralds
to
severals
parts
of
Europe
,
to
invite
all
that
were
eminent
for
military
virtue
,
&c.
to
be
present
at
its
institu
tion
.
And
his
queen
Philippa
,
on
her
part
,
assembled
a
train
of
300
of
the
fairest
ladies
to
grace
the
solemnity
,
and
add
to
its
magnificence
.
herald's
publick
voice
,
To
Windsor
,
as
to
Fame's
bright
temple
,
haste
From
ev'ry
shore
;
the
noble
,
wise
,
and
brave
,
Knights
,
senators
,
and
statesmen
,
lords
and
kings
;
Ambitious
each
to
gain
the
splendid
prize
,
By
Edward
promis'd
to
transcendent
worth
.
For
who
of
mortals
is
too
great
and
high
In
the
career
of
virtue
to
contend
?
Of
these
selecting
the
most
glorious
names
,
Doth
England's
monarch
purpose
to
compose
A
princely
brotherhood
,
himself
the
chief
,
And
worthy
sov'reign
of
th'
illustrious
band
;
A
band
of
heroes
,
listed
in
the
cause
Of
honour
,
virtue
,
and
celestial
truth
,
Under
the
name
and
holy
patronage
Of
Cappadocian
GEORGE
,
Britannia's
saint
.
Such
is
the
plan
by
gen'rous
Edward
form'd
;
A
plan
of
glory
,
that
beyond
the
reach
Of
his
own
conquering
arms
,
shall
propagate
The
sov'reignty
of
Britain
,
and
erect
Her
monarchs
into
judges
of
mankind
.
But
from
this
day's
decisions
,
from
the
choice
Of
his
first
collegues
,
shall
succeeding
times
Of
Edward
judge
,
and
on
his
fame
pronounce
.
For
dignities
and
titles
,
when
misplac'd
Upon
the
vicious
,
the
corrupt
and
vile
,
Like
princely
virgins
to
low
peasants
match'd
,
Descend
from
their
nobility
,
and
soil'd
By
base
alliance
,
not
their
pride
alone
And
native
splendor
lose
,
but
shame
retort
Ev'n
on
the
sacred
throne
,
from
whence
they
sprung
.
So
may
the
lustre
of
this
order
bright
,
This
eldest
child
of
chivalry
be
stain'd
,
If
at
her
first
espousals
,
her
great
sire
,
Caught
by
the
specious
outsides
,
that
deceive
And
captivate
the
world
,
admit
the
suit
Of
vain
pretenders
void
of
real
worth
;
Light
empty
bubbles
,
by
the
wanton
gale
Of
fortune
swell'd
,
and
only
form'd
to
dance
And
glitter
in
the
sun-shine
of
a
court
.
Begin
we
then
with
Edward
;
first
let
him
At
his
own
high
tribunal
undergo
The
rigid
inquisition
—
I
for
this
Have
left
my
lucid
star-encircled
throne
:
For
this
,
immortal
sages
have
requir'd
Your
wise
and
prudent
ministry
,
well
skill'd
In
various
science
and
the
human
heart
.
Search
Edward's
to
the
bottom
:
sound
the
depths
And
shallows
of
his
soul
;
if
he
possess
That
first
of
regal
talents
,
to
discern
With
quick-ey'd
penetration
,
thro'
the
veil
Of
art
,
each
character's
intrinsick
worth
,
And
all
the
labyrinths
of
the
human
mind
.
Nor
blush
for
this
good
end
yourselves
to
wear
Fallacious
forms
to
plead
the
cause
of
false
But
specious
merit
;
at
his
throne
appear
In
borrow'd
shapes
,
and
there
with
artful
guile
,
When
the
shrill
trumpet
cites
the
candidates
,
Urge
your
pretensions
:
all
the
pow'r
employ
Of
wit
and
eloquence
:
Edward
,
I
trust
,
The
trial
shall
abide
;
which
shall
but
tend
To
manifest
,
that
not
from
arrogance
,
But
conscious
virtue
,
hath
he
thus
assum'd
Above
all
other
kings
,
to
be
the
judge
And
great
rewarder
of
heroic
deeds
.
Nor
wholly
unassisted
will
I
leave
My
royal
charge
,
but
with
blest
influence
clear
His
intellectual
eye
from
the
dim
mists
It
haply
hath
contracted
from
a
long
Unebbing
current
of
felicity
,
Unhop'd
,
unequall'd
triumphs
,
from
the
view
Of
captive
monarchs
,
and
the
glitt'ring
throng
,
Who
at
his
summons
from
all
climates
come
,
To
take
,
as
from
their
sov'reign
,
honours
new
.
When
heav'n
tries
mortals
in
unusual
ways
,
'Tis
fit
it
should
afford
unusual
aid
.
Now
,
sages
,
to
yon
spreading
oaks
retire
There
wait
my
summons
;
and
mean
time
advise
How
best
to
execute
the
task
enjoin'd
.
Ex.
Gen.
and
Druids
.
The
SCENE
changes
to
a
large
room
in
the
castle
(
St.
George's
Hall
)
at
the
upper
end
of
which
is
a
royal
canopy
with
the
figure
of
St
George
,
and
the
motto
of
the
Garter
,
HONI
SOIT
QUI
MAL
Y
PENSE
,
beneath
it
embroider'd
in
gold
.
Under
this
canopy
appears
seated
on
an
elevation
of
two
or
three
steps
,
king
Edward
,
in
the
habit
of
the
order
of
the
Garter
,
with
a
sceptre
in
his
right
hand
,
and
a
globe
in
his
left
.
On
his
left
hand
is
seated
queen
Philippa
,
with
a
crown
upon
her
head
,
and
dress'd
in
a
royal
mantle
of
crimson
velvet
,
powder'd
with
embroider'd
garters
,
and
an
enamel'd
That
the
ladies
of
the
knights
of
the
Garter
wore
this
ensign
of
the
order
upon
their
left
arms
,
may
be
seen
in
Ashmole's
History
of
the
Garter
.
garter
bound
like
a
bracelet
upon
her
left
arm
.
By
her
stand
a
great
number
of
ladies
very
richly
dress'd
.
On
Edward's
right
hand
is
seated
king
John
,
in
the
imperial
robes
of
France
;
and
on
the
same
side
,
but
a
step
lower
,
sits
Edward
the
Black
Prince
,
in
the
robes
belonging
to
the
Prince
of
Wales
.
Next
to
queen
Philippa
are
seated
the
rest
of
Edward's
children
;
and
next
to
the
Black
Prince
,
on
the
other
side
,
stand
the
French
prisoners
,
and
a
great
num
ber
of
lords
,
&c.
richly
dress'd
.
On
the
floor
,
at
some
distance
,
stands
Garter
king
at
arms
in
the
habit
of
his
office
,
holding
in
his
hand
a
Garter
,
with
the
grand
collar
of
the
order
.
Near
him
stand
other
heralds
,
ushers
,
attendants
,
&c.
Flourish
of
trumpets
,
kettle-drums
,
&c.
After
which
Ed
ward
rising
up
from
his
throne
,
addresses
himself
to
the
assembly
.
EDWARD
.
That
hither
from
your
distant
residence
,
By
solemn
invitation
,
noble
guests
,
I
have
entreated
your
illustrious
train
,
Misconstrue
not
to
levity
and
pride
,
Or
ostentatious
vain
magnificence
,
Unworthy
the
grave
majesty
of
kings
,
Unworthy
your
atention
,
my
renown
.
This
bright
assemblage
of
the
wise
,
the
brave
,
The
noble
,
the
magnificent
,
the
fair
,
The
ornaments
of
Europe
,
have
I
sought
To
grace
the
pomp
of
Virtue
,
to
adorn
With
noblest
off'rings
her
unspotted
shrine
,
Attracting
thus
to
her
divine
commands
The
aweful
veneration
of
mankind
.
This
was
the
cause
,
great
princes
,
this
the
call
,
The
voice
of
Virtue
,
not
of
England's
king
,
That
with
respectful
zeal
ye
hear'd
and
follow'd
:
From
Burgundy's
rich
vineyards
,
from
the
meads
Of
Hainault
and
Brabant
,
the
rocky
wave
Of
Danube
,
from
Germania's
warlike
tow'rs
,
Imperial
mother
of
an
hundred
states
;
From
Spain
,
long
exercis'd
by
Moorish
arms
,
From
Italy's
fair
princedoms
,
and
the
walls
Of
sea-wash'd
Venice
,
Adria's
haughty
spouse
.
With
me
then
,
all
ye
virtuous
,
by
what
stile
Recorded
in
the
registers
of
fame
,
Knights
,
senators
,
or
soldiers
,
ermin'd
lords
,
Or
scepter'd
princes
;
from
whatever
clime
Ye
come
,
ennobled
by
heroic
acts
,
With
me
unite
the
splendor
of
your
names
To
dignify
th'
erection
of
a
new
And
noble
order
,
which
to
heav'n's
high
praise
,
And
to
heav'n's
champion
Cappadocian
GEORGE
,
On
this
his
holy
festival
I
mean
To
found
a
recompence
for
worthiest
deeds
.
Thus
as
the
orient
sun
,
ador'd
of
old
By
prostrate
Persia
,
ow'd
his
deity
Less
to
that
genial
and
benignant
heat
That
cherishes
and
warms
the
seeds
of
life
,
Than
to
those
gorgeous
beams
,
that
deck
with
gold
And
crimson
the
gay
portals
of
the
morn
;
So
shall
this
rising
order
owe
its
fame
And
brightest
lustre
to
the
splendid
train
Of
lords
and
purpled
princes
,
who
are
met
This
day
to
usher
and
adorn
its
birth
.
Nor
deem
that
to
allure
heroic
minds
,
My
private
int'rests
partially
to
serve
,
To
lift
the
valiant
in
ambition's
cause
,
And
form
a
league
of
conquest
,
I
have
laid
In
subtle
policy
this
great
design
:
ASHAM'D
BE
HE
WHO
WITH
MALIGNANT
EYE
SO
READS
MY
PURPOSE
:
and
be
he
accurs'd
Whoe'er
in
after-times
shall
so
pervert
This
sacred
institution
.
To
the
world
I
here
consign
it
,
to
the
good
and
great
Of
every
age
and
clime
,
and
them
alone
.
Edward
being
engaged
in
a
war
with
France
,
for
the
obtaining
that
crown
,
in
order
to
draw
into
England
great
multitudes
of
foreigners
,
with
whom
he
might
negotiate
either
for
their
personal
service
,
or
aids
of
troops
to
assist
him
in
that
undertaking
,
ordered
,
during
the
truce
that
then
subsisted
between
the
two
crowns
,
publication
to
be
made
of
a
great
tournament
,
to
be
held
at
Windsor
;
an
expedient
,
says
Rapin
,
which
could
not
fail
of
success
,
be
cause
it
was
entirely
agreeable
to
the
taste
of
that
age
.
Ac
cordingly
many
persons
of
distinction
came
over
,
to
all
of
whom
he
gave
an
honourable
reception
,
caressing
them
in
such
a
manner
that
they
could
never
sufficiently
admire
his
polite
ness
,
magnificence
,
and
liberality
.
To
render
these
entertain
ments
the
more
solemn
,
and
to
free
himself
also
from
the
ce
remonies
,
to
which
the
difference
of
rank
and
condition
would
have
subjected
him
,
he
caused
a
circular
hall
of
boards
to
be
run
up
at
Windsor
,
200
feet
in
diameter
.
There
it
was
that
he
feasted
all
the
knights
at
one
table
,
which
was
called
the
Round
Table
,
in
memory
of
the
great
Arthur
,
who
,
as
it
is
pretended
,
instituted
an
order
of
knighthood
by
that
name
.
Next
year
he
caused
a
more
solid
building
to
be
erected
,
that
he
might
continue
yearly
the
same
diver
sions
.
During
that
time
he
treated
with
these
several
lords
about
the
aids
,
wherewith
each
could
furnish
him
,
in
proportion
to
his
forces
.
His
rival
king
Philip
could
not
see
without
jealousy
,
Spaniards
,
Italians
,
Germans
,
Fle
mings
,
and
Frenchmen
themselves
flock
to
England
to
assist
at
these
tournaments
.
He
suspected
some
hidden
design
in
these
ntertainments
,
and
to
break
Edward's
measures
,
caused
the
like
to
be
published
in
his
dominions
;
which
meeting
with
success
,
proved
a
countermine
to
Edward's
main
design
,
so
that
he
did
not
long
continue
to
keep
up
his
round
table
.
From
thence
,
however
,
it
is
generally
agreed
,
he
took
the
first
hint
of
instituting
the
order
of
the
Garter
.
But
as
his
purpose
in
erecting
this
order
was
very
different
from
that
which
had
induced
him
to
revive
Arthur's
round
table
,
as
he
had
in
this
no
private
views
,
no
ambitious
scheme
of
engaging
such
as
should
be
admitted
into
this
fraternity
to
assist
him
in
his
wars
,
he
thought
proper
,
in
order
to
obviate
the
like
jealousies
and
suspicion
as
had
alarmed
king
Philip
,
to
signify
by
his
motto
the
purity
of
his
intentions
,
and
to
retort
shame
upon
all
those
who
should
put
any
malignant
construction
upon
his
design
in
instituting
this
order
.
This
therefore
I
take
to
be
the
true
meaning
and
import
of
the
famous
motto
,
HONI
SOIT
QUI
MAL
Y
PENSE
.
The
not
understanding
the
purport
of
which
,
gave
rise
,
in
all
probability
,
to
that
vulgar
story
of
the
countess
of
Salisbu
ry's
garter
,
rejected
by
all
the
best
writers
.
Now
sound
the
trumpet
;
bid
the
candidates
With
confidence
appear
,
and
urge
their
claims
.
Flourish
of
trumpets
,
&c.
which
is
answered
by
another
trumpet
from
without
;
then
enter
a
grandee
of
Spain
,
magnificently
attir'd
in
the
Spanish
habit
,
holding
in
his
hand
the
pedigree
of
his
family
,
and
preceded
by
heralds
,
&c.
bearing
atchievements
,
banners
,
coats
of
armour
,
helmets
,
gauntlets
,
spurs
,
&c.
SPANIARD
.
Illustrious
monarch
!
emp'ror
of
the
isles
!
My
name
is
Guzman
—
from
those
heroes
sprung
,
Who
with
Pelagio
'mid
th'
Asturian
rocks
Against
th'
invasion
of
unnumber'd
Moors
,
Maintain'd
the
same
and
empire
of
the
Goths
,
And
founded
at
Oviedo
once
again
The
Spanish
monarchy
and
cath'lick
faith
,
Transporting
from
the
mountain's
dreary
womb
To
glitt'ring
temples
her
most
holy
altars
.
Thence
on
the
bordering
Moor
their
valiant
sons
Waging
incessant
war
,
ere
long
regain'd
Their
ancient
realms
of
Leon
,
Arragon
,
And
rich
Castilia
:
in
which
great
exploits
My
brave
progenitors
,
by
valour
,
zeal
,
And
loyalty
distinguish'd
,
from
their
kings
Gain'd
those
high
honours
,
princely
signories
,
And
proud
prerogatives
,
which
have
extoll'd
The
name
of
Guzman
to
such
envy'd
grandeur
,
That
scarce
above
it
towers
the
regal
throne
.
These
honours
undiminish'd
,
undefil'd
,
To
me
deliver'd
down
,
might
well
content
A
vulgar
mind
;
but
spirits
highly
born
Are
full
of
gen'rous
and
aspiring
thoughts
;
And
use
the
vantage
ground
of
rank
and
pow'r
But
to
ascend
still
higher
.
Thus
I
come
Thy
GARTER
to
sollicit
;
pleas'd
,
great
prince
,
With
thee
to
be
enroll'd
thy
brother
knight
,
And
fearing
no
repulse
.
Nobility
,
As
nearest
in
her
orbit
,
first
receives
The
beams
of
majesty
;
alone
can
bear
The
fulness
of
that
glory
,
which
o'erpow'rs
Inferior
natures
.
Virtue's
self
would
blush
,
Did
she
at
once
approach
too
near
the
throne
.
But
the
young
eagle
borne
amid
the
blaze
Of
glancing
lightnings
,
with
undazzled
eye
Soars
to
the
courts
of
heav'n
,
and
perches
bold
On
the
bright
sceptre
of
imperial
Jove
.
The
greatest
king
is
he
,
who
is
the
king
Of
greatest
subjects
.
Seek'st
thou
to
advance
The
glory
of
thy
order
?
To
thy
self
Associate
those
,
whose
high-exalted
names
For
ages
past
from
Envy's
self
have
forc'd
Habitual
veneration
,
never
paid
To
new
and
upstart
merit
.
Such
am
I
,
Whose
pure
and
gen'rous
blood
descending
down
From
noblest
fountains
,
in
its
course
enrich'd
By
glorious
mixtures
with
each
royal
stream
That
fair
Iberia
boasts
,
might
ev'n
pretend
To
thy
alliance
,
Edward
.
View
this
scroll
,
The
faithful
blazon
of
my
ancient
line
,
A
line
of
potentates
,
whose
ev'ry
son
Deserv'd
to
wear
the
GARTER
I
demand
.
In
me
their
representative
,
the
heir
,
Of
all
their
honours
,
son
of
their
renown
,
Do
thou
reward
their
virtues
:
in
their
names
I
claim
,
and
on
hereditary
right
,
The
right
of
monarchs
,
Edward
,
rest
my
plea
.
EDWARD
.
The
high
desert
of
thy
renown'd
forefathers
Well
hast
thou
shewn
;
but
hast
thou
therefore
prov'd
Thy
self
deserving
to
be
call'd
their
son
?
To
thee
their
prosp'rous
virtues
have
indeed
Transmitted
lineal
rank
,
and
titles
proud
,
By
them
more
hardly
gain'd
;
for
which
thou
stand'st
To
custom
and
th'
indulgence
of
thy
country
Indebted
,
Guzman
,
in
a
large
account
;
Which
thou
must
first
discharge
by
noble
deeds
,
Ere
thou
canst
stile
those
dignities
thine
own
.
This
if
thou
hast
not
paid
,
why
dost
thou
seek
,
Like
thriftless
prodigals
,
to
swell
the
debt
,
And
overwhelm
thy
self
with
obligations
?
Virtue
is
honour
,
and
the
noblest
titles
Are
but
the
public
stamps
set
on
the
ore
To
ascertain
its
value
to
mankind
.
It
were
a
kind
of
treason
to
my
crown
,
To
mark
base
metal
with
the
royal
impress
,
And
put
off
lazy
pride
in
virtue's
name
.
Wou'dst
thou
attain
my
GARTER
?
Seek
it
there
Where
thy
heroic
ancestors
acquir'd
Their
glorious
honours
,
in
th'
embattled
field
Among
the
squadrons
of
the
warlike
Moors
:
Or
in
the
council
of
thy
king
,
by
truth
And
wisdom
equal
to
th'
important
trust
.
Be
what
thy
fathers
were
,
and
then
return
To
ask
the
pledge
of
merit
from
my
hand
,
And
be
the
fit
companion
of
a
king
.
Exit
Spaniard
.
Flourish
of
trumpets
,
&c.
which
,
as
before
,
is
answered
by
another
trumpet
from
without
;
then
enter
an
usurer
and
senator
of
Genoa
(
at
that
time
the
bank
of
Europe
)
dress'd
in
his
senatorial
gown
of
black
velvet
,
profusely
,
but
aukwardly
adorn'd
with
jewels
,
pearls
and
diamond
necklaces
,
pendents
,
bracelets
,
rings
,
such
as
he
may
be
supposed
to
have
received
as
pawns
,
and
to
wear
rather
as
marks
of
his
great
riches
,
than
as
ornaments
of
his
dress
.
He
is
attended
by
a
large
train
of
people
of
every
profession
,
appearing
to
be
his
debtors
,
by
their
abject
and
timid
countenances
,
at
the
head
of
whom
,
and
next
to
the
usurer
,
marches
a
scrivener
,
bearing
a
large
bundle
of
bonds
,
mortgages
,
&c.
GENOESE
.
From
Genoa
the
opulent
,
the
bank
And
treasury
of
the
world
,
most
puissant
king
,
Invited
by
thy
heralds
,
am
I
come
To
claim
the
honour
by
thy
promise
due
,
Due
by
thy
justice
to
superior
worth
;
Due
then
to
me
,
great
Edward
,
who
possess
That
object
of
the
toils
,
the
cares
,
the
vows
Of
all
mankind
,
that
comprehensive
good
,
Source
of
all
pow'r
and
grandeur
,
boundless
wealth
.
Behold
yon
glitt'ring
train
,
whose
sumptuous
pride
,
Bright
with
the
treasures
of
each
precious
mine
,
Invests
with
glory
thy
imperial
throne
:
Whence
is
their
dignity
?
The
ray
august
,
That
awes
and
dazzles
the
respectful
crowd
,
Proceeds
it
from
nobility
,
from
virtue
,
Their
wisdom
,
or
their
valour
,
or
their
fame
?
Comes
it
not
rather
from
the
beaming
ore
?
The
diamond's
star-like
radiance
?
Wealth
,
O
king
,
Wealth
is
the
sun
that
decks
the
gorgeous
scene
;
That
cherishes
,
adorns
,
and
calls
to
view
These
princely
flowers
of
honour
,
virtue
,
fame
,
Which
in
the
shades
of
poverty
were
lost
.
Whatever
men
desire
or
venerate
,
On
wealth
attends
;
ev'n
empire's
self
is
bought
.
Nor
cou'd
the
mighty
Julius
have
attain'd
By
wisdom
or
by
valour
sov'reign
pow'r
,
Had
not
the
gold
of
vanquish'd
Gaul
subdu'd
The
liberties
of
Rome
.
On
wretched
want
,
Contempt
and
narrow-soul'd
dependence
wait
.
Ev'n
kings
,
of
necessary
wealth
depriv'd
,
In
powerless
indigence
lose
all
respect
,
All
homage
from
their
subjects
:
while
the
rich
,
Like
gods
ador'd
,
o'er
ev'ry
neck
extend
Their
potent
sceptres
,
and
in
golden
chains
Fierce
Faction
and
rebellious
Freedom
bind
.
The
glory
,
strength
,
importance
of
a
realm
Is
measur'd
by
its
riches
:
Venice
thus
,
Thus
Genoa's
petty
state
out-balances
,
In
Europe's
scale
,
the
boundless
wilds
that
cloath
With
tributary
furs
the
Russian
Czar
.
With
like
pre-eminence
exalted
shines
In
ev'ry
land
above
the
proudest
names
,
The
blest
possessor
of
all-worship'd
gold
.
My
birth
or
rank
I
boast
not
here
,
though
born
A
senator
of
Genoa
.
The
desert
,
On
which
I
found
my
claim
,
is
all
my
own
;
To
have
adorn'd
and
dignify'd
the
state
Of
my
declining
house
with
greater
wealth
Than
e'er
my
thriftless
ancestors
possess'd
;
Whose
richest
acquisitions
were
but
sprigs
Of
barren
laurel
,
or
the
flaunting
rags
Of
some
torn
ensign
,
to
their
needy
son
A
worthless
heritage
.
Yet
not
to
swell
My
narrow
fortunes
wou'd
my
soul
descend
To
the
base
methods
of
ignoble
trade
,
And
vulgar
mercantile
pursuit
of
gain
.
Mine
were
the
noble
arts
of
raising
gold
From
gold
,
of
nursing
and
improving
wealth
By
gainful
use
;
arts
practis'd
heretofore
By
senators
and
sages
of
old
Rome
,
Illustrious
Crassus
,
and
wise
Seneca
.
Thus
have
I
grac'd
the
splendor
of
my
name
With
suitable
possessions
;
thus
I
hold
In
firm
subjection
to
my
will
the
poor
Of
ev'ry
rank
and
order
,
soldier
,
priest
,
The
vent'rous
merchant
,
and
the
sumptuous
lord
,
Who
in
a
lower
vassalage
to
me
,
Than
to
thy
sceptre
,
Edward
,
bow
their
heads
,
Pledging
their
lands
and
liberties
for
gold
.
Hence
am
I
bold
to
stand
before
thy
throne
A
candidate
for
glory's
highest
prize
:
And
let
me
add
,
that
policy
alone
Shou'd
teach
thy
prudence
to
approve
my
claim
;
Shou'd
teach
thee
in
thy
subjects
to
excite
,
By
honours
on
superior
wealth
bestow'd
,
An
useful
emulation
to
be
rich
:
Which
once
inspir'd
,
thy
Albion
shall
become
The
first
of
nations
,
thou
the
first
of
kings
.
EDWARD
.
Hadst
thou
by
op'ning
to
thy
native
land
The
golden
veins
of
commerce
,
by
employing
The
useful
hands
of
industry
in
works
Of
national
advantage
,
by
uniting
Remotest
regions
in
the
friendly
bands
And
honest
intercourse
of
mutual
trade
;
Hadst
thou
by
these
humane
and
generous
arts
,
Which
thy
mistaken
pride
so
much
disdains
,
Enrich'd
at
once
thy
country
and
thy
self
,
Then
not
unworthy
hadst
thou
been
to
wear
The
brightest
marks
of
honour
;
but
thy
wealth
,
The
base-born
child
of
sordid
usury
,
That
foe
to
commerce
,
nurse
of
idleness
,
Stains
and
degrades
thee
from
thy
noble
birth
;
Nor
in
the
usurer
can
I
discern
The
senator
of
Genoa
.
—
To
enlarge
The
mind
with
gen'rous
sentiments
,
to
raise
Its
aims
by
virtuous
emulation
,
here
I
sit
;
but
not
to
gild
with
honour's
beams
That
selfish
passion
which
congeals
the
heart
,
And
stops
the
streams
of
sweet
benevolence
,
Mean
avarice
,
the
vice
of
narrowest
souls
,
Incapable
of
glory
.
—
Wealth
,
thou
say'st
,
Can
buy
ev'n
empire
,
and
to
Julius
gave
Dominion
o'er
his
country
—
Fatal
gift
,
And
ruinous
to
both
!
But
what
to
Rome
,
What
to
that
Caesar's
successors
avail'd
The
boundless
treasures
of
the
ravag'd
world
,
When
they
had
lost
their
virtue
?
Did
not
soon
The
valiant
sons
of
poverty
,
the
Goths
,
The
Huns
and
Vandals
,
from
their
barren
hills
And
rugged
woods
descending
,
to
their
steel
Subject
the
Roman
gold
?
Yet
I
deny
not
The
pow'r
and
use
of
riches
:
to
the
wise
And
good
,
in
publick
or
in
private
life
,
They
are
the
means
of
virtue
,
and
best
serve
The
noblest
purposes
;
but
in
the
use
,
Not
in
the
bare
possession
,
lies
the
merit
.
Shew
me
thy
merit
then
,
thy
bounteous
acts
,
Publick
munificence
,
or
private
alms
,
The
hungry
and
the
naked
,
and
the
sick
,
Sustain'd
and
cherish'd
by
thy
saving
hand
;
Plead
this
,
and
I
allow
thy
worthy
claim
,
For
this
is
virtue
,
and
deserves
reward
.
Ex.
Gen.
Flourish
of
trumpets
,
&c.
which
is
answered
by
a
sym
phony
of
flutes
,
violins
,
&c.
playing
a
light
amorous
air
;
then
appears
a
Neapolitan
courtier
,
a
favourite
of
queen
Joan
,
who
then
reign'd
at
Naples
,
and
whose
court
was
the
most
debauch'd
and
dissolute
of
that
age
.
He
comes
in
with
a
gay
and
affected
gesture
,
and
is
dress'd
in
loose
silken
robes
,
rich
,
but
finical
and
essemi
nate
;
on
his
hair
,
which
is
curl'd
and
spread
all
over
his
shoulders
down
to
the
middle
of
his
back
,
he
wears
a
chaplet
of
roses
,
and
is
attended
by
a
train
of
beautiful
boys
,
habited
like
Cupids
,
and
musicians
,
who
,
as
he
marches
towards
the
throne
,
continue
playing
their
soft
and
wanton
airs
.
NEAPOLITAN
.
Not
on
my
wealth
,
nor
on
my
noble
blood
,
Shall
I
presume
to
claim
thy
royal
gift
,
Auspicious
prince
,
but
on
the
skill
to
give
That
splendor
to
nobility
and
wealth
,
That
elegance
of
taste
,
from
which
alone
Their
value
they
derive
;
of
this
to
judge
,
This
to
direct
,
I
boast
,
fit
arbiter
Of
all
refin'd
delights
.
—
But
chief
to
kings
My
happy
talents
I
devote
;
on
them
My
genius
waits
with
duteous
care
,
and
wafts
The
golden
cup
of
pleasure
to
their
lips
,
Like
Ganymede
before
the
throne
of
Jove
.
And
who
indeed
would
wish
to
be
a
god
Only
to
thunder
,
and
to
hear
the
pray'rs
Of
clam'rous
suitors
?
'Tis
the
nectar'd
feast
,
The
dance
of
Graces
,
and
the
wanton
charms
Of
Venus
,
sporting
with
the
Smiles
and
Loves
,
That
make
the
court
of
heav'n
a
blest
abode
.
Far
happier
were
the
meanest
peasant's
lot
Who
sleeps
or
sings
in
careless
ease
beneath
The
sun-burnt
hay-cock
,
or
the
flow'ry
thorn
,
Than
to
be
plac'd
on
high
in
anxious
pride
,
The
purple
drudge
and
slave
of
tiresome
state
,
If
to
superior
pow'r
superior
means
Of
joy
were
not
annex'd
,
and
larger
scope
For
ev'ry
wish
the
lavish
heart
can
form
:
If
the
soft
hand
of
pleasure
did
not
wreathe
Around
the
royal
diadem
,
whose
weight
Oppressive
loads
the
monarch's
aching
brow
,
Her
fairest
growth
of
ever-blooming
flow'rs
.
On
thee
,
victorious
prince
,
propitious
Fortune
Hath
pour'd
her
richest
gifts
,
renown
and
wealth
,
And
greatness
equal
to
thy
mighty
mind
;
One
only
bliss
is
wanting
to
thy
court
,
Voluptuous
elegance
,
the
lovely
child
Of
ease
and
opulence
;
that
never
comes
,
But
like
a
bird
of
summer
to
attend
The
brightest
sun-shine
of
a
glorious
state
.
To
her
,
and
her
alone
belongs
the
task
,
By
learned
delicacy
to
remove
What
yet
remains
in
this
thy
ancient
realm
Of
Gothick
barbarism
,
the
rust
of
war
,
And
valiant
ignorance
.
—
Her
artful
hand
Thy
rugged
Britons
shall
refine
,
and
teach
More
courtly
manners
,
to
their
sov'reign's
will
Politely
pliant
:
do
but
thou
command
Thy
willing
servant
,
with
thy
favours
grac'd
,
From
fair
Joanna's
ever-smiling
court
,
Under
whose
happy
influence
I
was
train'd
,
From
polish'd
Naples
,
her
delightful
seat
,
The
blooming
goddess
to
transport
,
with
all
Her
train
of
joys
,
and
fix
them
here
beneath
Thy
great
protection
.
—
But
perhaps
thou
fear'st
The
voice
of
censure
,
and
the
grave
reproof
Of
moralizing
dullness
:
idle
fear
!
The
vulgar
herd
,
indeed
,
religious
craft
And
policy
of
state
have
well
confin'd
With
wise
severity
to
rigid
laws
:
Else
would
that
headstrong
beast
the
multitude
Forget
obedience
,
and
its
rider's
voice
Disdain
.
But
shall
the
rider
put
a
curb
In
his
own
mouth
?
The
laws
that
kings
have
made
Shall
they
restrain
the
makers
?
Edward
,
no
!
For
thee
indulgent
justice
shall
relax
Her
harsh
decrees
,
and
piety
shall
wait
To
give
her
rev'rend
sanction
to
thy
will
.
'Tis
thine
to
rove
at
large
thro'
nature's
field
,
Crop
ev'ry
flow'r
,
and
taste
of
ev'ry
fruit
;
By
sweet
variety
provoking
still
The
languid
appetite
to
new
desires
.
Nor
useless
to
thy
pleasures
,
happy
prince
,
Shall
be
my
faithful
service
;
nicer
joys
,
Joys
of
a
quicker
,
more
exalted
taste
,
Than
ever
ripen'd
in
this
northern
clime
,
The
growth
of
softer
regions
,
shall
my
hand
By
skilful
culture
in
thy
Britain
raise
.
To
them
,
whose
gross
and
dull
capacities
Are
fit
to
bear
the
burthens
of
the
state
,
The
lab'ring
mules
,
that
thro'
the
mire
of
forms
Draw
the
slow
car
of
government
along
,
Gladly
the
task
of
bus'ness
I
resign
.
Be
mine
the
brighter
province
,
to
direct
Thy
pleasures
,
Edward
,
minister
supreme
Of
all
thy
softer
hours
:
to
serve
the
king
Be
theirs
the
glory
,
let
me
serve
the
man
.
But
shou'd
thy
sterner
Genius
,
only
pleas'd
With
arms
and
royalty's
important
cares
,
The
duties
of
a
king
,
my
gentle
arts
Too
lightly
prize
,
and
thence
reject
my
suit
:
Permit
at
least
,
that
to
Philippa's
ear
,
Divine
Philippa
,
thine
and
beauty's
queen
,
And
her
attendant
graces
,
I
may
plead
The
cause
of
bliss
,
a
cause
so
much
their
own
:
They
will
approve
my
claim
,
to
whom
the
cares
,
The
labours
of
my
life
,
my
head
,
my
heart
Are
all
devoted
—
Let
me
from
their
hands
Receive
the
GARTER
,
and
be
call'd
their
knight
.
PHILIPPA
.
Permit
me
,
gracious
Edward
,
to
reply
To
this
irreverent
flatt'rer
,
who
presumes
Before
a
matron
and
a
queen
to
plead
The
cause
of
vice
,
and
impudently
hopes
To
find
in
her
a
fautress
of
his
suit
.
But
know
,
pernicious
sophister
,
my
heart
Hath
learn'd
from
Edward's
love
,
and
this
high
rank
Which
I
partake
with
him
,
a
noble
pride
,
That
ill
can
brook
the
too
familiar
eye
And
saucy
tongue
of
riot
and
debauch
;
In
whose
unmanner'd
light
society
,
Nor
majesty
,
nor
virtue
can
maintain
That
dignity
,
which
is
their
proper
guard
.
Thy
vile
refinements
,
and
luxurious
arts
,
Miscall'd
politeness
,
I
detest
;
and
feel
,
In
the
soft
duties
of
a
virtuous
love
,
Such
pure
,
serene
delight
,
as
far
transcends
What
thou
styl'st
pleasure
,
the
delirious
joy
Of
an
intoxicated
feverish
brain
.
Behold
my
royal
lord
,
the
first
and
best
Of
kings
,
the
love
and
wonder
of
mankind
!
Behold
my
children
,
worthy
their
great
sire
,
The
gen'ral
theme
of
praise
and
benediction
!
These
are
my
pleasures
;
can
thy
skill
bestow
Superior
bliss
?
Ah
no
,
the
vain
attempt
.
Wou'd
only
bring
disgust
,
remorse
,
and
shame
.
EDWARD
.
That
I
have
lov'd
,
Philippa
,
and
esteem'd
thee
More
for
thy
virtues
than
those
female
charms
,
Which
this
vile
flatterer
deems
singly
worth
His
panegyrick
,
be
thy
happiness
And
glory
,
as
it
is
thy
Edward's
pride
.
With
the
like
spirit
have
I
also
woo'd
And
wedded
sov'reign
power
;
nor
weakly
caught
With
outward
pomp
,
or
seeking
to
myself
A
privilege
to
riot
uncontroul'd
In
sensual
pleasures
,
and
behind
the
throne
To
laugh
securely
at
restraint
and
law
.
No
:
I
embrac'd
her
as
the
child
of
heav'n
,
Dowr'd
with
the
ample
means
of
doing
good
;
From
whose
espousals
I
might
hope
to
raise
An
offspring
,
worth
th'
ambition
of
a
king
,
Immortal
glory
;
to
a
gen'rous
mind
As
far
surpassing
all
the
wanton
toys
,
Which
he
calls
pleasure
,
as
thy
faithful
love
(
The
sweet
o'erflowing
of
heart-felt
delight
)
Excels
,
Philippa
,
the
lascivious
smile
Of
common
prostitutes
,
caress'd
and
loath'd
.
Hence
from
my
sight
with
thy
detested
arts
,
Base
minister
of
luxury
,
the
bane
Of
ev'ry
flourishing
and
happy
state
:
Presume
no
more
within
my
court
to
sing
Thy
Syren-song
,
nor
soften
into
slaves
And
cowards
my
brave
subjects
.
—
I
disdain
That
elegance
,
which
such
as
thou
can
teach
.
Virtue
alone
is
elegant
,
alone
Polite
;
vice
must
be
sordid
and
deform'd
,
Tho'
to
adorn
her
ev'ry
art
contend
.
And
rather
wou'd
I
see
my
Britons
roam
Untutor'd
savages
,
among
the
woods
,
As
once
they
did
,
in
naked
innocence
,
Than
polish'd
like
the
vile
degenerate
race
Of
modern
Italy's
corrupted
sons
.
Exit
Neap
.
Trumpet
sounds
,
and
is
answer'd
from
without
by
another
trumpet
,
which
sounds
a
march
,
accompanied
by
kettle-
drums
,
and
other
warlike
instruments
:
Then
enters
,
pre
ceded
by
soldiers
playing
upon
fifes
,
and
others
bearing
tatter'd
ensigns
,
standards
and
trophies
,
a
leader
of
mer
cenary
bands
,
compleatly
arm'd
from
head
to
foot
,
and
carrying
in
his
right
hand
a
baton
or
truncheon
.
On
each
side
of
him
march
his
'squires
,
one
bearing
his
lance
,
the
other
his
shield
.
Behind
him
,
as
his
attendants
,
comes
a
train
of
officers
and
soldiers
maimed
,
and
their
faces
all
seam'd
with
scars
.
SOLDIER
.
Nor
riches
,
nor
nobility
of
birth
,
Nor
the
soft
arts
of
base
effem'nate
ease
,
Which
justly
thou
rejectest
,
valiant
prince
,
But
thy
own
darling
attribute
I
boast
,
Undaunted
courage
,
try'd
in
many
a
field
,
In
ev'ry
clime
,
and
under
ev'ry
banner
,
That
for
these
forty
summers
have
been
wav'd
O'er
Europe's
plains
,
by
Ister
,
Rhine
,
and
Po
,
Hungarian
and
Bohemian
,
Flemish
,
French
,
Venetian
,
Spanish
,
Guelph
and
Gibbeline
:
Whence
in
just
confidence
secure
I
come
This
military
honour
to
demand
,
Due
to
my
toils
and
service
,
to
my
wounds
,
My
laurels
,
and
that
generous
love
of
glory
,
Which
without
any
call
,
or
publick
cause
,
Or
private
animosity
,
alone
Rais'd
my
strong
arm
,
and
drew
my
dreadful
sword
.
Wherever
Mars
his
crimson
flag
display'd
,
That
was
my
country
,
thither
swift
I
bore
My
ready
valour
,
and
the
dauntless
band
Of
various
nations
,
under
my
command
,
Prepar'd
to
sell
their
blood
,
their
limbs
,
their
lives
:
Nor
where
the
right
,
nor
where
the
justest
cause
,
Deign'd
we
to
ask
—
those
intricate
debates
We
left
to
lazy
penmen
in
the
shade
Of
coward
ease
;
while
our
impetuous
fire
Still
bore
us
forward
,
ardent
to
pursue
Thro'
danger's
roughest
paths
the
steps
to
fame
.
On
such
a
spirit
should
thy
favour
smile
.
But
let
me
wonder
,
Edward
,
that
so
long
Thy
ear
the
vain
pretensions
cou'd
endure
Of
men
unknown
to
war
,
attendants
meet
Of
some
luxurious
Asiatic
court
,
Or
female
distaff-reign
;
but
suiting
ill
The
presence
of
a
monarch
great
in
arms
.
Hadst
thou
to
those
inglorious
sons
of
peace
Thy
martial
order
giv'n
,
the
warrior-saint
Had
blush'd
to
see
his
image
so
profan'd
,
Which
on
my
manly
breast
,
indented
o'er
With
many
a
noble
scar
,
will
fitly
shine
.
But
wherefore
stand
I
thus
haranguing
here
,
Unskilful
as
I
am
in
smooth
discourse
,
The
coward's
argument
?
On
force
alone
I
rest
my
title
:
let
the
glorious
prize
Be
hung
on
high
amid
the
listed
field
,
And
let
me
there
dispute
it
;
there
my
lance
Shall
plead
my
cause
far
better
than
my
tongue
,
If
any
dare
deny
my
rightful
claim
.
EDWARD
.
Not
for
the
brave
alone
have
I
ordain'd
This
institution
,
but
for
all
desert
,
All
publick
virtue
,
wisdom
,
all
that
serves
,
Improves
,
defends
,
or
dignifies
a
state
:
Tho'
first
indeed
to
valour
,
as
the
guard
Of
all
the
rest
,
when
in
the
publick
cause
,
With
justice
and
benevolence
employ'd
.
But
thou
,
base
mercenary
,
canst
thou
dare
The
glorious
name
of
valour
to
usurp
,
Who
know'st
no
publick
cause
,
no
sense
of
right
,
Nor
pity
,
nor
affection
,
nor
remorse
?
Who
under
any
chief
,
in
any
quarrel
,
Canst
stain
with
gore
thy
prostituted
arms
?
Call
it
not
love
of
glory
;
that
is
built
On
acts
for
the
deliv'rance
of
mankind
;
On
gen'rous
principles
,
and
noble
scorn
Of
sordid
int'rest
:
call
it
cruel
pride
,
And
savageness
of
nature
,
that
delights
To
conquer
,
and
oppress
,
afflict
,
insult
;
Or
call
it
love
of
plunder
,
that
can
draw
Unauthoris'd
,
uninjur'd
,
unprovok'd
,
The
sword
of
war
;
that
bravo-like
can
lift
For
hire
the
venal
hand
to
perpetrate
Assassinations
,
murders
,
massacres
.
But
thou
hast
serv'd
with
courage
:
be
it
so
—
Thou
hast
thy
pay
,
and
with
it
thy
reward
;
Pretend
no
farther
,
nor
compare
thy
deeds
,
Dishonour'd
by
the
mean
desire
of
gain
,
With
his
,
who
for
his
country
and
his
king
Resigns
his
ease
,
his
fortune
,
or
his
life
.
Those
battles
thou
hast
fought
,
those
forty
years
Of
blood
and
horror
,
which
thy
vaunting
tongue
So
high
hath
sounded
,
are
indeed
thy
crimes
,
Flagitious
crimes
;
for
which
th'
impartial
bar
Of
reason
wou'd
condemn
thee
,
as
the
foe
Of
human
nature
,
did
not
custom
screen
By
her
unjust
esteem
thy
guilty
head
.
But
hope
not
honour
or
employment
here
.
Unsafe
and
wretched
is
that
monarch's
state
Who
weakly
trusts
to
mercenary
bands
,
The
guard
or
of
his
person
,
or
his
realm
:
Unfaithful
,
insolent
,
rapacious
,
base
He
soon
shall
prove
them
,
and
become
himself
Their
slave
,
to
hold
his
kingdom
at
their
will
.
For
this
within
my
Britain
have
I
sought
To
raise
a
martial
spirit
,
and
ordain'd
These
new
incitements
,
honours
,
and
rewards
,
To
virtuous
chivalry
,
that
never
king
Who
wears
hereafter
my
imperial
crown
,
May
need
to
stoop
to
the
precarious
aid
Of
venal
foreign
swords
;
but
in
the
hearts
Of
his
brave
subjects
find
a
stronger
guard
,
Prepar'd
with
zeal
unbought
,
and
English
valour
,
His
rights
to
vindicate
,
and
save
their
own
.
Exit
Soldier
.
Trumpet
sounds
,
to
which
another
from
without
replies
:
Then
enters
an
Italian
politician
,
habited
like
a
Venetian
nobleman
,
who
advancing
with
a
solemn
and
important
air
towards
the
throne
,
makes
a
low
reverence
to
king
Edward
,
and
proceeds
.
POLITICIAN
.
Well
has
thy
sovereign
wisdom
,
royal
judge
,
The
suit
refus'd
of
these
pretenders
vain
,
And
,
by
rejecting
them
,
embolden'd
me
.
For
valour
,
and
nobility
,
and
wealth
,
Though
by
their
proud
possessors
vaunted
high
,
Are
but
subordinate
,
the
slaves
and
tools
,
Not
the
companions
,
and
the
counsellors
Of
godlike
monarchy
;
whose
aweful
throne
By
darksome
clouds
envelop'd
,
far
beyond
The
ken
of
vulgar
eyes
,
supported
stands
On
that
deep-rooted
prop
,
the
craft
of
state
,
Mysterious
policy
.
—
Who
best
hath
learn'd
Her
wily
lessons
,
best
deserves
to
share
The
honours
,
counsels
,
and
the
hearts
of
kings
.
By
him
instructed
,
ev'n
the
meanest
prince
Shall
rise
to
envy'd
greatness
,
shall
advance
His
dreaded
pow'r
above
restraint
and
fear
,
And
all
the
rules
that
in
fantastic
chains
Inferior
minds
confine
.
Thus
Milan's
dukes
,
Thus
Padua's
lords
above
their
country's
laws
Have
rais'd
their
heads
,
and
trampled
to
the
dust
The
pride
of
freedom
,
that
essays
in
vain
Their
high
superior
genius
to
controul
.
These
were
my
masters
,
mighty
prince
;
beneath
Their
rule
,
and
in
their
councils
was
I
form'd
To
know
the
false
corrupted
heart
of
man
,
His
ev'ry
weakness
,
ev'ry
vice
,
and
thence
To
tempt
,
or
break
his
passions
to
the
yoke
:
To
scorn
the
publick
as
an
empty
name
,
And
on
the
helpless
multitude
impose
The
adamantine
bonds
of
fraud
and
force
.
Thus
was
I
train'd
,
thus
fitted
to
conduct
The
fate
of
proudest
empires
;
thus
I
come
To
claim
thy
GARTER
,
Edward
,
the
just
meed
Of
worth
praeeminent
,
and
in
return
My
services
to
offer
,
which
no
doubt
Thy
wisdom
gladly
will
accept
:
for
who
So
fit
to
serve
the
majesty
of
kings
,
As
he
,
who
slighting
ev'ry
meaner
tye
,
Friends
,
parents
,
country
,
to
advance
their
pow'r
Devotes
his
toil
,
experience
,
fortune
,
fame
,
Nor
other
favour
courts
,
nor
refuge
hopes
But
in
their
high
protection
?
—
Led
by
me
,
Thou
,
royal
Edward
,
shalt
attain
that
height
,
That
glorious
summit
of
imperial
pow'r
,
Which
not
thy
mighty
ancestors
have
reach'd
;
Where
in
a
freer
air
,
a
more
enlarg'd
Horizon
,
bounded
only
by
thy
will
,
Thou
shalt
exalted
sit
,
and
view
beneath
,
In
humbler
distances
and
safer
bounds
,
Those
subjects
,
who
presumptuous
now
approach
Too
near
,
and
with
rude
hands
profane
thy
throne
.
Nor
let
weak
scruples
check
thy
manly
soul
In
the
bright
task
of
glory
;
know
,
great
prince
,
A
king's
divinity
is
sov'reign
pow'r
,
The
only
god
,
before
whose
shrine
the
wise
Their
incense
offer
,
whence
inspir'd
,
they
draw
Divine
ambition
,
and
heroic
scorn
Of
vulgar
prejudices
,
vulgar
fears
.
Virtue's
the
people's
idol
,
and
by
them
Rewarded
well
with
popular
applause
,
That
idle
breath
,
the
gift
and
prize
of
fools
.
'Tis
thine
to
govern
,
not
to
court
mankind
,
Nor
on
their
smiles
precarious
to
depend
,
But
nobly
force
them
to
depend
on
thine
.
O
sacred
sir
,
can
virtue
give
thee
this
,
This
bright
supremacy
?
Trust
not
her
boasts
,
Her
idle
pageanty
of
barren
praise
:
Reject
her
saucy
claims
,
importunate
,
And
self-supported
;
nor
admit
her
train
,
Proud
independency
,
and
publick
zeal
,
Those
factious
demagogues
,
the
foes
of
kings
.
EDWARD
.
Are
virtue
then
,
and
love
of
publick
good
,
The
foes
of
monarchy
?
and
are
deceit
,
Injustice
and
oppression
,
qualities
Becoming
and
expedient
in
a
king
?
Then
know
I
not
to
govern
;
but
have
nurs'd
For
twice
these
fifteen
years
ev'n
in
my
heart
,
A
pois'nous
viper
;
nay
unking'd
myself
,
By
yielding
to
restrain
my
sov'reign
pow'r
With
laws
and
charters
of
enfranchisement
,
Not
due
,
it
seems
,
from
monarchs
to
their
slaves
.
But
know
,
vile
counsellor
of
infamy
,
That
I
disdain
thy
politics
,
those
false
And
shallow
politics
,
by
which
my
sire
,
Weak
judging
Edward
,
was
betray'd
to
shame
And
foul
destruction
,
while
to
such
as
thee
His
ear
and
heart
incautious
he
resign'd
,
And
was
indeed
their
slave
,
not
England's
king
.
By
maxims
different
far
have
I
sustain'd
The
strength
and
splendor
of
my
regal
state
,
On
the
broad
basis
of
true
wisdom
fix'd
With
solid
firmness
.
By
encouraging
The
gen'rous
love
of
virtue
and
of
fame
,
That
source
of
valour
,
pledge
of
victory
.
By
granting
to
my
subjects
,
what
indeed
Is
their
inherent
right
,
security
,
The
cheerful
father
of
content
and
peace
,
Of
industry
and
opulence
,
which
fills
With
smiling
multitudes
the
land
,
and
pays
In
willing
subsidies
that
prince's
care
,
Who
lays
up
treasure
in
his
people's
hearts
.
By
holding
with
a
firm
impartial
hand
The
sleddy
scale
of
justice
;
not
alone
Betwixt
my
subjects
in
their
private
rights
,
But
in
the
gen'ral
,
more
important
cause
,
Betwixt
the
crown
and
them
,
the
diff'rent
claims
Of
freedom
and
of
just
prerogative
:
Transgressing
not
myself
by
boundless
pow'r
,
Nor
suff'ring
others
to
transgress
those
laws
,
That
in
their
golden
chain
together
bind
,
For
common
good
,
the
whole
united
state
.
But
more
than
all
,
by
guarding
from
contempt
,
Or
impious
violation
,
that
supreme
Protrectress
of
all
government
and
law
,
Religion
;
in
whose
train
for
ever
wait
Obedience
,
order
,
justice
,
mercy
,
love
,
A
guard
of
angels
plac'd
around
the
throne
.
Her
sacred
counsels
have
I
still
rever'd
,
Her
high
commands
enforc'd
,
her
pow'r
implor'd
,
O'er
all
my
subject
nations
to
call
down
From
heav'nly
wisdom
,
her
eternal
fire
,
A
fix'd
secure
felicity
,
beyond
The
force
of
human
prudence
to
attain
.
These
are
my
arts
of
government
,
those
arts
By
which
my
British
crown
I
have
advanc'd
Above
th'
imperial
diadem
,
above
The
pride
of
Afric's
,
or
of
Asia's
thrones
.
I
wou'd
not
tell
thee
this
,
but
that
thou
seem'st
A
stranger
to
my
fame
,
as
to
my
realm
,
And
to
the
real
greatness
of
a
king
:
Whose
sacred
dignity
,
by
thee
traduc'd
,
Much
it
behoves
a
king
to
vindicate
;
Not
by
rejecting
only
with
disdain
Thy
arrogant
pretensions
,
but
in
thee
Dishonouring
and
branding
with
reproach
Thy
tenets
also
,
the
pernicious
lore
Of
tyrants
and
usurpers
,
which
thy
tongue
,
Blaspheming
justice
,
government
,
and
law
,
Hath
in
a
land
of
freedom
dar'd
to
vent
.
Hence
!
from
my
kingdom
,
with
thy
quickest
speed
,
Lest
the
revenge
of
an
insulted
king
With
sudden
ruin
intercept
thy
flight
.
Exit
Politician
.
King
JOHN
.
Permit
me
,
Edward
,
to
thy
royal
voice
To
add
my
suffrage
also
,
and
with
thee
Protest
against
this
coward
policy
,
That
meanly
skulks
behind
opprobrious
fraud
,
And
low
unprincely
artifice
;
I
feel
A
virtue
in
my
heart
,
a
gen'rous
pride
,
That
tells
me
kings
were
cloath'd
with
majesty
,
Encircled
with
authority
,
rever'd
And
almost
deify'd
,
to
teach
them
thence
That
goodness
and
the
saving
attributes
Of
heav'n
become
their
office
,
justice
chief
,
And
truth
,
the
virtue
of
heroic
minds
,
Which
,
were
it
banish'd
from
all
other
breasts
,
Should
dwell
for
ever
in
the
hearts
of
kings
.
Aërial
musick
,
upon
which
re-enter
the
five
Druids
who
personated
the
Grandee
,
&c.
in
their
original
characters
and
habits
of
Druids
,
the
chief
of
whom
advancing
to
wards
the
throne
,
addresses
himself
to
king
Edward
.
Chief
DRUID
.
Behold
in
us
,
great
king
,
the
ancient
priests
And
judges
of
this
land
,
the
Druids
old
:
Who
late
in
borrow'd
characters
have
stood
Before
thy
sage
tribunal
,
to
prefer
The
claims
of
valour
,
wealth
,
nobility
,
And
those
soft
specious
flatt'rers
,
who
beneath
The
rosy
wreath
of
pleasure
and
of
love
Conceal
the
sickly
and
disgustful
brow
Of
riot
and
debauch
,
and
often
win
From
weak
unmanly
princes
the
rich
prize
To
virtue
due
and
wisdom
,
not
to
these
The
cankers
of
a
state
;
but
least
of
all
Due
to
that
traytor
of
his
king
and
country
,
Who
lab'ring
to
build
up
the
regal
throne
Beyond
its
due
proportion
,
and
the
strength
Of
those
foundations
which
the
laws
have
laid
,
O'erwhelms
the
people
,
and
at
once
o'erturns
His
royal
master
,
places
him
at
best
On
an
uneasy
tott'ring
pinnacle
,
The
mark
of
execration
and
reproach
.
These
claims
hast
thou
rejected
;
like
a
king
Discerning
in
mankind
,
and
knowing
well
The
value
of
his
favours
:
like
a
king
Deserving
the
high
office
of
the
judge
And
arbiter
of
Europe
:
like
a
king
Equal
to
his
great
fame
,
and
worth
the
care
Of
those
immortal
spirits
,
who
this
day
Have
quitted
their
celestial
residence
,
To
view
and
to
approve
thy
glorious
deeds
.
But
,
Edward
,
be
not
thou
amaz'd
to
find
That
those
who
lately
for
thy
favour
su'd
Were
not
the
personages
they
assum'd
.
O
king
!
thou
art
beset
with
counterfeits
The
very
opposites
to
us
,
who
seem
Far
better
than
they
are
.
For
Flattery
,
Cameleon-like
,
accommodates
with
care
To
the
court-hue
his
changeful
countenance
.
And
when
a
prince
is
brave
,
magnanimous
,
And
high
in
spirit
,
then
Ambition
wears
A
face
of
dignity
,
and
nothing
breathes
But
lofty
enterprizes
,
conquest
,
pow'r
,
And
schemes
of
glory
to
the
sov'reign
ear
,
Pretending
love
and
care
for
his
renown
With
more
than
duteous
zeal
.
—
Of
these
beware
!
For
as
the
Theban
queen
,
in
fables
old
,
Was
,
by
the
specious
guile
of
fraudful
Jove
,
In
her
Amphitryon's
form
to
guilt
betray'd
,
So
by
these
counterfeits
are
kings
seduc'd
,
Ev'n
in
the
most
belov'd
suspectless
shapes
,
To
take
a
traytor
to
their
royal
arms
.
But
thou
shalt
know
them
,
Edward
,
by
their
works
,
And
of
this
truth
be
most
assur'd
,
that
he
,
Who
in
his
private
commerce
with
mankind
Is
mean
,
dishonest
,
interested
,
false
,
Can
ne'er
be
true
to
thee
;
nor
can
he
love
His
prince
,
who
feels
not
for
his
country's
good
.
Thus
warn'd
we
leave
thee
,
mighty
prince
:
be
firm
,
Be
constant
in
the
paths
of
fair
renown
.
Think
it
thy
duty
to
revere
thyself
The
sacred
laws
of
chivalry
,
the
wise
Injunctions
by
thy
order
laid
on
all
The
GARTER'D
KNIGHTS
;
so
shall
thy
fame
remain
The
great
example
of
all
future
kings
.
Farewell
!
for
lo
!
the
Genius
of
thy
realm
With
all
his
pomp
attended
,
comes
to
share
,
And
grace
the
glories
of
this
signal
day
.
These
clouds
of
fragrance
,
that
far-beaming
blaze
Of
heav'nly
brightness
,
his
approach
declare
.
Druids
vanish
.
Flashes
of
light
,
and
symphony
of
aërial
musick
.
Genius
of
England
descends
in
his
chariot
attended
by
spirits
and
bards
;
then
alighting
,
he
advances
towards
the
throne
,
and
addresses
himself
to
Edward
.
GENIUS
.
From
the
gay
realms
of
cloudless
day
I
come
,
Where
in
the
glitter
of
unnumber'd
worlds
,
That
like
to
isles
of
various
magnitudes
Float
in
the
ocean
of
unbounded
space
;
On
my
invisible
aërial
throne
I
sit
,
attended
with
a
radiant
band
Of
spirits
immortal
,
whose
pure
essences
,
While
clad
in
human
shapes
on
earth
they
dwelt
,
Thro'
the
dull
clay
of
gross
mortality
Disclos'd
their
heav'nly
vigour
,
and
burst
forth
In
godlike
virtues
and
heroic
deeds
,
Their
Albion
gracing
with
as
fair
a
growth
Of
fame
,
as
e'er
enrich'd
imperial
Rome
.
Thence
ripe
for
heav'n
and
immortality
,
To
me
,
the
Genius
of
this
happy
isle
,
They
fly
,
and
claim
the
meed
of
their
desert
,
Celestial
crowns
,
and
ever-living
praise
Recorded
in
the
songs
of
heav'nly
bards
,
That
round
my
throne
their
hymns
of
triumph
sing
,
Attuning
to
the
sweet
harmonious
spheres
Their
undiscording
lyres
and
voice
divine
.
Nor
thus
remov'd
to
heav'n
,
and
thus
employ'd
In
careless
raptures
,
wont
they
to
forget
Their
native
country
,
and
the
public
weal
,
To
which
on
earth
their
labours
and
their
lives
They
once
devoted
;
but
pursuing
still
The
bent
and
habit
of
their
souls
,
with
me
They
watch
the
British
empire
,
still
intent
To
check
alternately
th'
incroaching
waves
Of
regal
pow'r
and
popular
liberty
:
I
,
chief
attentive
near
the
royal
throne
,
Take
up
my
watchful
station
,
to
infuse
My
sage
and
mod'rate
counsels
in
those
ears
,
Which
wisdom
hath
prepar'd
and
purify'd
To
relish
honest
,
tho'
unpleasing
truth
.
Thus
am
I
always
,
tho'
invisible
,
Attendant
,
Edward
,
on
thy
glorious
deeds
.
But
on
this
solemn
day
have
I
vouchsaf'd
To
manifest
my
presence
;
to
declare
,
Not
in
those
whispers
which
have
often
spoke
Peace
to
thy
conscious
heart
,
but
audibly
And
evident
to
all
,
th'
assent
of
heav'n
To
the
great
business
,
which
hath
gather'd
here
This
troop
of
princes
from
all
nations
round
.
Hence
all
may
know
that
virtue
hath
a
train
More
bright
than
earthly
empire
can
command
:
Know
,
that
those
actions
which
are
great
and
good
,
Receive
a
nobler
sanction
from
the
free
And
universal
voice
of
all
mankind
,
Which
is
the
voice
of
heav'n
,
than
from
the
highest
,
The
most
illustrious
act
of
regal
pow'r
.
This
nobler
sanction
,
Edward
,
in
the
name
Not
of
this
age
alone
,
but
latest
time
,
Here
do
I
solemnly
annex
to
each
Of
thy
great
acts
,
but
chief
to
this
most
wise
,
Most
virtuous
institution
,
which
extends
Wide
as
thy
fame
,
beyond
thy
empire's
bound
,
A
prize
of
virtue
publish'd
to
mankind
.
Ye
registers
of
heav'n
,
record
the
deed
.
BARDS
.
Now
tune
,
ye
bards
,
the
British
lyre
;
Now
wake
the
vocal
string
;
While
heav'n
and
earth
in
Edward's
praise
conspire
,
Join
to
the
gen'ral
voice
your
sacred
choir
,
And
on
your
soaring
wing
,
From
time
and
envy
waft
his
glorious
name
,
And
place
it
in
the
shrine
of
incorruptive
fame
.
Begin
:
the
list'ning
echoes
round
Shall
catch
with
joy
the
long-forgotten
sound
,
And
warbling
thro'
each
grove
the
British
strain
To
Windsor's
smiling
nymphs
,
recall
their
Arthur's
reign
.
Ye
nymphs
of
Windsor's
bow'ry
woods
,
Ye
pow'rs
who
haunt
yon
glist'ning
floods
,
That
with
reluctant
fond
delay
Around
yon
flow'ry
valley
stray
;
Say
,
from
your
minds
hath
time
eras'd
The
pleasing
images
of
glory
pass'd
?
Review
ye
now
those
scenes
no
more
?
When
nobly
stain'd
with
Saxon
gore
,
From
Badon's
long-contended
plain
Great
Arthur
with
his
martial
train
To
Windsor's
chosen
shades
repair'd
,
And
with
his
knights
the
festive
banquet
shar'd
.
Then
first
exulting
Thames
beheld
The
triumphs
of
the
listed
field
;
Beheld
along
his
level
meads
Careering
knights
,
encount'ring
steeds
,
Heroic
games
,
whose
toils
inspire
The
thirst
of
praise
,
and
kindle
martial
fire
.
Fair
Peace
in
war's
bright
mail
array'd
,
With
smiles
the
glorious
lists
survey'd
;
So
shou'd
the
brave
(
she
cry'd
)
prepare
Their
hearts
and
sinewy
arms
for
war
:
Such
combats
break
not
my
repose
,
Such
sons
best
guard
my
rights
from
daring
foes
.
Then
too
in
feastful
hall
or
bow'r
,
Attendant
on
the
genial
hour
,
The
British
harp
sweet
lyrists
strung
,
And
Albion's
generous
victors
sung
:
While
valiant
Arthur's
copious
fame
Incessant
fed
the
bright
poetic
flame
.
But
mortals
erring
in
excess
,
O'erwhelm
the
virtue
they
caress
.
Thus
Arthur
his
great
story
mourn'd
,
By
too
fond
praise
to
fable
turn'd
:
Mourn'd
the
companions
of
his
toils
,
Mock'd
with
false
glory
and
fantastic
spoils
.
'Till
thro'
the
dark
romantic
tale
,
Thro'
superstition's
magic
veil
,
Sage
Edward
piercing
view'd
,
and
own'd
The
chief
with
genuine
lustre
crown'd
:
View'd
the
great
model
,
and
restor'd
The
long-lost
honours
of
his
martial
board
.
Hail
British
prince
!
these
faithful
lays
,
Eternal
records
of
heroic
worth
,
Shall
reassert
thy
ancient
praise
,
And
from
the
cloud
of
fiction
call
thee
forth
,
In
glory's
sphere
thy
orbit
to
reclaim
,
And
at
great
Edward's
beam
relume
thy
darken'd
fame
.
But
see
in
heav'nly
panoply
array'd
,
Whose
streaming
radiance
skirts
the
clouds
with
gold
,
I
view
Pendragon
burst
the
veiling
shade
,
And
all
his
blazing
magnitude
unfold
!
O'er
yon
broad
tow'r
he
takes
his
airy
stand
,
And
pointing
,
Edward
,
towards
the
royal
throne
,
To
his
fam'd
knights
around
,
a
laurel'd
band
,
Shews
on
thy
knee
the
bright
sky-tinctur'd
zone
.
Virtue
,
he
cries
,
(
th'
aetherial
sound
Thy
gross
material
organ
cannot
hear
)
Virtue
on
earth
by
British
Edward
crown'd
.
Her
rev'rend
throne
once
more
shall
rear
.
To
her
own
self-applauding
breast
Forc'd
for
reward
no
longer
to
retreat
,
She
sees
her
aweful
charms
by
kings
caress'd
,
Sees
honour
woo
her
for
his
mate
.
Honour
,
her
heav'n-elected
spouse
,
From
her
embrace
by
lawless
pow'r
with-held
,
Now
at
yon
altar
plights
his
holy
vows
,
Vows
by
assenting
Edward
seal'd
.
And
now
the
fair
angelic
bride
Gath'ring
her
noble
train
from
ev'ry
land
,
To
her
late
wedded
lord
with
decent
pride
Presents
the
venerable
band
.
The
great
procession
Edward
leads
;
I
see
yon
hallow'd
dome
with
heroes
throng'd
:
Incessant
still
the
white-plum'd
pomp
proceeds
,
Thro'
time's
eternal
course
prolong'd
.
And
you
,
dear
partners
of
my
fame
,
Your
ancient
honours
now
again
shall
boast
;
This
noble
ORDER
shall
retrieve
our
name
,
In
visionary
fables
lost
.
This
from
our
martial
board
deriv'd
,
These
for
our
brethren
let
us
proudly
own
,
More
pleas'd
to
view
our
deeds
by
thee
reviv'd
,
Then
griev'd
,
great
king
,
to
be
outdone
.
CHORUS
.
Hail
British
prince
!
these
faithful
lays
Shall
reassert
thy
ancient
praise
.
Nor
thee
,
O
Windsor
,
shall
I
pass
unsung
,
Mansion
of
princes
,
and
fit
haunt
of
gods
,
Who
frequent
shall
desert
their
bright
abodes
,
To
view
thy
sacred
walls
with
trophies
hung
:
Thy
walls
by
British
Arthur
first
renown'd
,
The
early
seat
of
chivalry
and
fame
;
By
Edward
now
with
deathless
honours
crown'd
,
Illustrious
by
his
BIRTH
,
his
GARTER
,
and
his
NAME
.
GENIUS
.
Conferring
just
rewards
,
most
worthy
prince
,
Is
the
first
attribute
of
sov'reign
pow'r
,
And
that
which
best
distinguishes
a
king
:
For
punishment
,
and
all
the
nice
awards
Of
civil
justice
,
by
the
laws
are
fix'd
,
And
kings
but
execute
what
they
decree
.
While
in
rewarding
merit
,
uncontroul'd
,
Unguided
,
unassisted
is
the
hand
Of
majesty
;
the
prince
himself
alone
There
judges
,
and
his
wisdom
is
the
law
.
Well
does
thy
court
,
great
king
,
with
ev'ry
worth
And
ev'ry
virtue
fill'd
,
this
wisdom
shew
In
thee
transcendent
:
well
hast
thou
approv'd
Its
force
in
this
great
trial
,
which
my
pow'r
Commanded
,
in
no
common
ways
to
prove
Thy
royal
mind
.
—
But
that
a
father's
name
May
not
restrain
thy
justice
in
the
choice
Of
the
first
knights-companions
of
St.
GEORGE
,
Myself
here
take
upon
me
to
present
A
candidate
,
whom
,
were
he
not
thy
son
,
Thou
wouldst
thyself
select
from
all
mankind
.
His
modesty
compels
me
to
declare
That
candidate
is
Edward
,
prince
of
Wales
.
Prince
EDWARD
.
Inhabitant
of
heav'n
!
I
not
presume
To
deprecate
or
question
that
high
will
,
To
which
it
best
becomes
me
to
submit
.
But
,
gentle
spirit
,
be
propitious
to
me
;
And
thou
,
my
gracious
liege
,
if
I
request
That
this
illustrious
monarch
,
whose
desert
Is
equal
to
the
grandeur
of
his
crown
,
May
stand
before
me
in
this
list
of
fame
.
King
JOHN
.
O
generous
youth
!
in
vain
thy
goodness
strives
To
raise
thy
captive
thus
above
his
fortune
.
The
king
that
is
not
free
,
is
not
a
king
;
Nor
can
thy
bounteous
favour
reconcile
Honour
and
bondage
.
—
To
thy
conqu'ring
son
Do
thou
,
great
Edward
,
give
this
noble
mark
Of
prosp'rous
virtue
;
ill
becomes
it
me
,
To
wear
at
once
thy
GARTER
and
thy
chains
.
Though
by
my
former
dignity
I
swear
,
That
were
I
reinstated
in
my
throne
,
The
throne
of
Capet
and
of
Charlemagne
,
Thus
to
be
join'd
in
fellowship
with
thee
,
Would
be
the
first
ambition
of
my
soul
;
A
ray
of
glory
I
would
sue
to
gain
,
And
prize
it
equal
with
my
diadem
.
GENIUS
.
Wisely
thou
hast
determin'd
,
worthy
prince
,
For
thine
and
Edward's
honour
,
and
hast
fix'd
Its
proper
value
on
his
royal
gift
,
Which
as
the
meed
of
merit
,
may
become
The
proudest
monarchs
,
by
this
GARTER
mark'd
For
something
more
than
monarchs
,
virtuous
men
.
This
be
the
glory
of
thy
order
,
Edward
.
And
Besides
the
great
persons
of
our
own
nation
,
that
have
been
admitted
of
this
order
,
the
English
reader
may
be
glad
to
be
informed
,
that
in
the
annals
of
the
Garter
are
found
the
names
of
Charles
V.
emperor
of
Germany
;
of
Francis
I.
and
Henry
IV
.
kings
of
France
;
and
of
Gustavus
Adolphus
king
of
Sweden
.
never
shall
it
want
the
greatest
names
Of
all
succeeding
times
to
grace
its
annals
.
France
,
Sweden
,
Poland
,
Germany
,
and
Spain
,
Each
realm
of
Europe's
wide-extended
bounds
,
Shall
count
among
thy
knights
its
mightiest
lords
,
And
see
,
in
emulation
of
thy
fame
,
New
royal
founders
of
like
orders
rise
.
Proceed
then
,
mighty
king
,
and
set
the
world
The
precedent
of
glory
:
thou
begin
The
radiant
list
of
Sov'reigns
,
while
thy
son
,
Like
a
young
bride
,
that
on
her
nuptial
morn
Leads
on
with
modest
pride
the
virgin-choir
,
Herself
the
brightest
,
heads
the
shining
band
Of
knights-companions
,
nobly
seconding
His
father's
glorious
deeds
with
equal
fame
.
EDWARD
.
The
testimony
of
heav'n
to
thee
,
my
son
,
Thus
gloriously
accorded
,
renders
vain
All
farther
trial
.
—
To
my
people's
voice
,
By
this
their
tutelary
pow'r
declar'd
,
With
pleasure
I
consent
,
directing
still
By
theirs
my
choice
,
my
judgment
,
my
desires
.
Approach
then
,
my
belov'd
,
my
noble
son
,
Strength
of
my
crown
,
and
honour
of
my
realm
;
In
whom
my
heart
more
joys
,
and
glories
more
,
Than
in
the
highest
pride
of
sov'reign
pow'r
.
The
prince
of
Wales
advances
to
his
father
,
and
kneels
;
while
the
king
,
taking
the
Garter
from
the
herald
,
buckles
it
round
his
left
leg
.
Thus
I
admit
thee
,
Edward
prince
of
Wales
,
First
founder
of
the
order
of
St.
GEORGE
;
In
evidence
whereof
,
about
thy
knee
I
bind
this
mystic
GARTER
;
to
denote
The
bond
of
honour
that
together
ties
The
brethren
of
St.
GEORGE
in
friendly
league
,
United
to
maintain
the
cause
of
truth
And
justice
only
—
The
sense
,
and
almost
the
words
in
the
verses
of
this
speech
,
mark'd
thus
"
are
taken
from
the
admonition
read
to
the
knights
,
at
the
time
of
their
receiving
the
GARTER
and
the
RIBBON
or
COLLAR
of
the
order
.
Vide
Ashmole's
History
of
the
order
of
the
GARTER
.
"
May
propitious
heav'n
"
Grant
thou
may'st
henceforth
wear
it
to
his
praise
,
"
The
exaltation
of
this
noble
order
,
"
And
thy
own
glory
.
"
—
With
like
reverence
,
My
son
receive
and
wear
this
golden
chain
,
"
Grac'd
with
the
image
of
Britannia's
saint
,
"
Heav'n's
valiant
soldier
,
CAPPADOCIAN
GEORGE
;
"
In
imitation
of
whose
glorious
deeds
"
May'st
thou
triumphant
in
each
state
of
life
,
"
Or
prosperous
or
adverse
,
still
subdue
"
Thy
spiritual
and
carnal
enemies
;
"
That
not
on
earth
alone
thou
may'st
obtain
"
The
guerdon
of
thy
valour
,
endless
praise
,
"
But
with
the
virtuous
and
the
brave
above
,
"
In
solemn
triumph
,
wear
celestial
palms
,
"
To
crown
thy
final
noblest
victory
.
"
Embraces
Pr.
EDW.
Prince
EDWARD
.
Accept
,
my
sovereign
liege
,
my
grateful
thanks
,
That
thou
hast
thus
vouchsaf'd
to
place
thy
son
First
next
thyself
upon
the
roll
of
fame
,
As
he
indeed
is
first
in
filial
love
,
And
emulation
of
thy
royal
virtues
And
may
thy
benediction
,
gracious
lord
,
May
thy
paternal
vows
be
heard
in
heav'n
!
That
he
,
whom
thou
hast
listed
in
the
cause
Of
truth
and
virtue
,
never
may
forget
His
vow'd
engagements
,
nor
defraud
thy
hopes
,
By
soiling
with
dishonourable
deeds
The
lustre
of
that
ORDER
,
which
thy
name
Shou'd
teach
him
to
respect
and
to
adorn
.
ODE
.
STROPHE
I.
BARDS
.
Celestial
maid
!
Bright
spark
of
that
aetherial
flame
,
Whose
vivid
spirit
thro'
all
nature
spread
,
Sustains
and
actuates
this
boundless
frame
!
O
by
whatever
stile
to
mortals
known
,
Virtue
,
benevolence
,
or
public
zeal
,
Divine
assessor
of
the
regal
throne
,
Divine
protectress
of
the
common
weal
,
O
in
our
hearts
thy
energy
infuse
!
Be
thou
our
Muse
,
Celestial
maid
,
And
,
as
of
old
,
impart
thy
heav'nly
aid
To
those
,
who
warm'd
by
thy
benignant
fire
,
To
public
merit
and
their
country's
good
Devoted
ever
their
recording
lyre
,
Wont
along
DEVA'S
sacred
flood
,
Or
,
beneath
Mona's
oak
retir'd
,
To
warble
forth
their
patriot
lays
,
And
nourish
with
immortal
praise
The
bright
heroic
flames
by
thee
inspir'd
.
ANTISTROPHE
I.
I
feel
,
I
feel
Thy
soul-invigorating
heat
;
My
bounding
veins
distend
with
fervent
zeal
,
And
to
Britannia's
fame
responsive
beat
.
—
Hail
Albion
,
native
country
!
but
how
chang'd
Thy
once
grim
aspect
,
how
adorn'd
and
gay
Thy
howling
forests
!
where
together
rang'd
The
naked
hunter
and
his
savage
prey
:
Where
amid
black
inhospitable
woods
The
sedge-grown
floods
All
cheerless
stray'd
.
Not
in
their
lonely
wand'ring
course
survey'd
,
Or
tow'r
,
or
castle
,
heav'n-ascending
fane
,
Or
lowly
village
,
residence
of
peace
And
joyous
industry
,
or
furrow'd
plain
,
Or
lowing
herd
,
or
silver
fleece
That
whitens
now
each
verdant
vale
;
While
laden
with
their
precious
store
Far
trading
barks
to
every
shore
,
Swift
heralds
of
Britannia's
glory
,
sail
.
EPODE
I.
These
are
thy
shining
works
:
this
smiling
face
Of
beauteous
nature
thus
in
regal
state
,
Deck'd
by
each
handmaid
art
,
each
polish'd
grace
,
That
on
fair
liberty
and
order
wait
.
This
pomp
,
these
riches
,
this
repose
,
To
thee
imperial
Britain
owes
.
To
thee
,
great
substitute
of
heav'n
,
To
whom
the
charge
of
earthly
realms
was
giv'n
;
Their
social
systems
by
wise
nature's
plan
To
form
and
rule
by
her
eternal
laws
;
To
teach
the
selfish
soul
of
wayward
man
To
seek
the
publick
good
,
and
aid
the
common
cause
.
So
didst
thou
move
the
mighty
heart
Of
Alfred
,
founder
of
the
British
state
:
So
to
Matilda's
scepter'd
son
,
To
him
whose
virtue
and
renown
First
made
the
name
of
Edward
great
,
Thy
ample
spirit
so
didst
thou
impart
:
Protecting
thus
in
every
age
,
From
greedy
pow'r
and
factious
rage
,
The
law
of
freedom
,
which
to
Britain's
shore
From
Saxon
Elva's
many-headed
flood
,
The
valiant
sons
of
Odin
with
them
bore
,
Their
national
,
ador'd
,
inseparable
good
.
STROPHE
II
.
Runny
Mead
near
Stains
,
where
the
Grand
Charter
was
signed
by
king
John
.
On
yonder
plain
,
Along
whose
willow-fringed
side
The
silver-footed
Naiads
,
sportive
train
,
Down
the
smooth
Thames
amid
the
cygnets
glide
,
I
saw
,
when
at
thy
reconciling
word
,
Injustice
,
anarchy
,
intestine
jar
,
Despotick
insolence
,
the
wasting
sword
,
And
all
the
brazen
throats
of
civil
war
,
Were
hush'd
in
peace
;
from
his
imperious
throne
Hurl'd
furious
down
,
Abash'd
,
dismay'd
,
Like
a
chas'd
lion
to
the
savage
shade
Of
his
own
forests
,
fell
oppression
fled
,
With
vengeance
brooding
in
his
sullen
breast
.
Then
justice
fearless
rear'd
her
decent
head
,
Heal'd
every
grief
,
each
wrong
redress'd
;
While
round
her
valiant
squadrons
stood
,
And
bade
her
aweful
tongue
demand
,
From
vanquish'd
John's
reluctant
hand
,
The
deed
of
freedom
purchas'd
with
their
blood
.
ANTISTROPHE
II
.
O
vain
surmise
!
To
deem
the
grandeur
of
a
crown
Consists
in
lawless
pow'r
!
to
deem
them
wife
Who
change
security
and
fair
renown
,
For
detestation
,
shame
,
distrust
,
and
fear
!
Who
,
shut
for
ever
from
the
blissful
bow'rs
,
With
horror
and
remorse
at
distance
hear
The
musick
that
inchants
th'
immortal
pow'rs
,
The
heav'nly
musick
of
well-purchas'd
praise
,
Seraphick
lays
,
The
sweet
reward
On
heroes
,
patriots
,
righteous
kings
conferr'd
.
For
such
alone
the
heav'n-taught
poets
sing
.
Tune
ye
for
Edward
,
then
,
the
mortal
strain
,
His
name
shall
well
become
your
golden
string
,
Begirt
with
this
aetherial
train
,
Seems
he
not
rank'd
among
the
gods
?
Then
let
him
reap
the
glorious
meed
Due
to
each
great
heroic
deed
,
And
taste
the
pleasures
of
the
blest
abodes
.
EPODE
II
.
Hail
,
happy
prince
!
on
whom
kind
Fate
bestows
Sublimer
joys
,
and
glory
brighter
far
Than
Cressy's
palm
,
and
every
wreath
that
grows
In
all
the
blood-stain'd
field
of
prosp'rous
war
;
Joys
that
might
charm
an
heav'nly
breast
,
To
make
dependent
millions
blest
,
A
dying
nation
to
restore
And
save
fall'n
liberty
with
kingly
pow'r
;
To
quench
the
torch
of
discord
and
debate
,
Relume
the
languid
spark
of
publick
zeal
,
Repair
the
breaches
of
a
shatter'd
state
,
And
gloriously
compleat
the
plan
of
England's
weal
;
Compleat
the
noble
Gothick
pile
,
That
on
the
rock
of
justice
rear'd
shall
stand
In
symmetry
,
and
strength
,
and
fame
,
A
rival
of
that
boasted
frame
Which
virtue
rais'd
on
Tiber's
strand
.
This
,
Edward
,
guardian
,
father
of
our
isle
,
This
god-like
task
,
to
few
assign'd
,
Exalts
thee
above
human-kind
,
And
from
the
realms
of
everlasting
day
Calls
down
celestial
bards
thy
praise
to
sing
;
Calls
this
bright
troop
of
spirits
to
survey
Thee
,
the
great
miracle
of
earth
,
a
PATRIOT-King
.
GENIUS
.
Now
reascend
your
skies
,
immortal
spirits
!
Th'
important
act
,
that
drew
ye
down
to
earth
,
Is
finish'd
.
Spare
we
now
their
mortal
sense
,
That
cannot
long
endure
th'
unshrouded
beam
Of
higher
natures
.
Well
hath
Edward
laid
,
Under
your
happy
auspices
,
the
base
Of
his
great
ORDER
:
let
him
undisturb'd
,
But
not
unaided
by
the
heav'nly
powers
,
Compleat
th'
illustrious
work
,
which
future
kings
,
Struck
with
the
beauty
of
the
noble
plan
,
Shall
emulously
labour
to
maintain
.
And
may
thy
spirit
,
Edward
,
be
their
guide
!
In
every
chapter
,
thou
henceforth
preside
,
In
every
breast
infuse
thy
virtuous
flame
,
And
teach
them
to
respect
their
country's
fame
.
Genius
and
Spirits
reascend
to
a
loud
sympony
of
musick
.