in Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing) — Dekker, Thomas
Metadata
Play
Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing)
Author
Dekker, Thomas
Year (catalogued)
1612
First performance
1612
Decade
1610s
Genre
Civic Pageant
Play type
Occasional
Speech prefix(es)
ENVY.
Words
169
Characters
1038
Typicality
0.45 (cosine to cluster centroid)
TCP id
A20090
BritDrama no.
1687
Cluster
Cluster 22 — Ghosts, curses & horror voices
Important excerpts
Passages from this character's speech that contain the most distinguishing words for Cluster 22 (broom, tiff, loathsome, snakes, hercles, dismal…). Matches are highlighted.
how brave she's, I am poor. Snakes, from your virulent spawn engender Dragons, that may piecemeal rend her, Adders shoot your stings Like quils Of Porcupines, (Stiff) hight Aetnean hills Vomit sulphur to confound her, Fiends and Furies (that dwell under) Lift hell gates from their hinges: come You clouen-foote-broode of Barrathrum,
ADders shoot, hysse speckled Snakes; Sloth craule up, see Oppression wakes; (Baine to learning) Ignorance Shake thy Asses ears, Disdain, advance Thy head Luciferan: Riot split Thy ribs with curses:
Full speech
ADders shoot, hysse speckled Snakes; Sloth craule up, see Oppression wakes; (Baine to learning) Ignorance Shake thy Asses ears, Disdain, advance Thy head Luciferan: Riot split Thy ribs with curses: Calumny spit Thy rank-rotten gall up: See, See, See, That Witch, whose bottomless Sorcery Makes fools run mad for her; that Hag For whom your Dam pines, hangs out her flag Our Den to ransack: Virtue, that who re; See, see, how brave she's, I am poor. Snakes, from your virulent spawn engender Dragons, that may piecemeal rend her, Adders shoot your stings Like quils Of Porcupines, (Stiff) hight Aetnean hills Vomit sulphur to confound her, Fiends and Furies (that dwell under) Lift hell gates from their hinges: come You clouen-foote-broode of Barrathrum, Stop, stay her, fright her, with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in Envies cheeks. FIends and Furies that dwell under, Lift Hell-gates from their hinges: Come You clouen-footed-brood of Barathrum, Stop, stony her, fright her with your shrieks, And put fresh blood in Envies cheeks.
Plot summary
Plot — Troia Nova Triumphans (London Triumphing)
‘The new Lord Mayor of London lands at Paul’s Chain and: is met by Neptune in a sea-chariot. Roused by the noise of the celebrations, the god has come to defend his sister, the River Thames; pleased to see she is in no danger, he wishes the new Mayor good speed and gives him a shipload of wine for his inaugural feast. At St Paul’s Churchyard, the Lord Mayor sees the throne of Virtue. Virtue was driven away from the world by humar vice, but has now returned to Earth after she looked down from heaven and saw him. Attended by the Seven Liberal Sciences, who feed all trade and professions, she expresses her confidence that he will rule the city well. He has nothing to fear from Envy, who will only vomit her poison on her own head. Virtue’s chariot accompanies him on his journey up Cheapside. At the Little Conduit, they encounter a forlorn castle. The giants Riot and Calumny try to keep back the chariot, and Envy and her followers fire arrows at Virtue, who deflects them with her shield. The Furies’ remaining arrows burn up in the air before reaching their target. Envy attempts to murder her troops, but is dazzled by Virtue’s refulgence. Virtue and the Lord Mayor pass safely by. Virtue now conducts the Lord Mayor to the House of Fame. He has yet to achieve fame, he is told. It will be a dangerous year for him: he will be under heavy scrutiny. But with Virtue’s help, he will succeed: Fame shows him his own name written in her book. He then passes on to the Guildhall for his inaugural feast. Envy is still up to mischief when he returns to St Paul’s in the afternoon, so the Twelve Livery Companies fire pistols at her. She and her Furies vanish forever. When the Lord Mayor is brought home, he finds Justice at his gate. She promises to stay there throughout his year in office, and encourages him not to favour his friends or the rich, not to oppress widows and orphans, and never to use his power in anger.