%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> The most Illustrious Prince Fredericke, by the grace of God King of / Bohemia, Count Palatine of the Rhine, Prince Elector, Duke of Bauaria, Marquis of Morauia, Duke of Silesia, / Marquis of Lusatia, &c. And of the High and mighty Princesse Elizabeth his Queene. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1619-1619 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/24/2018 36330

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

S92591 THou Metropolitan Citty of the States, / Of Famous Bohem, Joy be in thy Gates: Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 2: 168 The most Illustrious Prince Fredericke, by the grace of God King of / Bohemia, Count Palatine of the Rhine, Prince Elector, Duke of Bauaria, Marquis of Morauia, Duke of Silesia, / Marquis of Lusatia, &c. And of the High and mighty Princesse Elizabeth his Queene. The most Illustrious Prince Frederick, by the grace of God King of Bohemia, Count Palatine of the Rhine, Prince Elector, Duke of Bavaria, Marquis of Moravia, Duke of Silesia, Marquis of Lusatia, etc. And of the High and mighty Princess Elizabeth his Queen. Printer George Waters 1619-1619

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl G Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction / health alcohol Americas animals / nature Bible / biblical figures buildings / architecture catastrophe children class clothing / appearance country / nation crime death economics / commerce entertainments family Featured folklore gender holidays / seasons infidelity labor / craft law London love maritime marriage military / war monstrosity mythology / Classical news nobility / court politics / government procreation punishment race / ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex / sexuality supernatural / magic travel trickery / deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth / age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 10/24/2018 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America country / nation religious concepts royalty Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM XBallad Messner, Milena Created XML Version of Ballad 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM Transcription Supervisor McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM Double-Key Comparison and Merging McCants, Kristen Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM Transcriptionist Two Stark, Nicole Transcription of ballad manuscript 10/24/2018 11:15:27 AM Transcriptionist One Raychawdhuri, Anita Transcription of ballad manuscript 8/30/2017 Bibliographer Kristen McCants Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created 8/27/2018 Checker Minh Hua Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 12/13/2017 Checker Kristen McCants Edited Ballad Catalogue Record
<seg n="1" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">The most Illustrious Prince Fredericke, by the grace of God King of</hi></seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic"><hi rend="bold">Bohemia,</hi> Count Palatine of the <hi rend="bold">Rhine,</hi> Prince Elector, Duke of <hi rend="bold">Bavaria,</hi> Marquis of <hi rend="bold">Moravia,</hi> Duke of <hi rend="bold">Silesia,</hi></hi></seg> <seg n="3" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">Marquis of <hi rend="bold">Lusatia,</hi> etc. And of the High and mighty Princesse <hi rend="bold">Elizabeth</hi> his Queene.</hi></seg>
THou Metropolitan Citty of the States, Of Famous Bohem, Joy be in thy Gates: Let all thy silver tuned Instruments Eccho, from off thy Ancient battlements, An universall harmony of Joy, Sent downe from Heav'n, in midst of thine annoy: May, in the ayre! eternall musicke dwell, That ecchoes from thy now-Tryumphant bell, Which beating on Moldavia's smoothed streame, With a sweete murmur, may report the Theame Of thy great Happines, and tell Silesia, Moravia, Lutzenberg, Lusasia, And great Bavaria, and let them tell It, to the world, as farre as Christians dwell. And thou (O fame) be perfect Woman now, Use all thy Tongues, weare them, and we doe vow, When they are worne, and time hath made them olde, They shall be tipt againe, with Indian Golde: Goe fame, and tell the world, the Prophesie Of auncient Sybill, now, is prov'd no lye: Capistran did affirme what shee did sing, And Heaven confirmes it, FRIDERICKE now is King Elected of Bohemia, give GOD praise, He sent him thee, to bring thee Halcion dayes, To take thee by the hand, and manumit Thee from thy servitude, to plucke the Bit Of too hard Curbe, from out thy tender mouth, And free thee, from the slaverie of the South: Now may thy Dead, in peace possesse their Tombes, Thy Babes be borne, not torne from out the wombes Of their distressed Mothers: Virgins, now, As pure as Innocencie, pay the Vow Promist their Husbands beds, no cursed slave, Shall ravish bones from out the silent Grave Of holy Martyrs; no damn'd hand defile Thy Sacred Temples; no foule tongue revile Thy godly Ministers; all thy dayes bee As was the first Prague when he enterd thee: Oh, then give thankes (all yee Bohemian States) He bringes a Jubile within your Gates. They all oppugne the Heavens Divinitie, Who say there is no influence from the skie On earthly bodyes, for they now may see The Sunne in Leo: can there, can there bee
A more remarkeable intelligence, In this Election of Heavens providence? To prove Heavens hand therein, I this may bring, One Month, one Day, saw him first Man, first King: Nay more, the Month that beares an Emperors name, Pronounceth Majestie, added to fame: When he was Crown'd, the glory of the Skies Dissolv'd two Mistes, gave him two victories. The Lyon of the Tribe of Leah's Sonne, Was in the midst of you, when this was done. (Grave Statesmen of Bohemia) which did guide You in Election, of so good a Guide, And did inspire you to choose him alone, Whose power can adde more Lyons to your owne: And to this Pythagorian nomber, foure, He may have furtherance from sixe Lyons more: Lyons like those, with Daniel, in the Den, Sparing the good, consuming wicked men: And in the field, when you defend your Right, A Lyon leades you, then, who dares not Fight? This Lyon comes for to protect, with Sword, The holy Gospell, Judah's Lyons worde. Hus, Luther, Calvin, in your Urnes rejoyce, Gods word doth propagate, by Friderick's choyce; You are the three, holde up the Word of GOD, And Heaven doth joy in you, a number odde: Hus (worthy even of Characters of Golde) That Gospels truth to you, did first, unfolde, Taught him in England, when as there did shine A renown'd Starre, Wycliffe that great Divine: Whose Scholler Hus was, in Divinitie, At Oxford, the whole worlds best Nurcerie: And loe, the Truth, that 'mongst you doth remaine, A Sonne of Englands comes for to maintaine A worthy Hussite, a true Ziska hee, (Nurc'd in Religions true integritie) Gods foes shall feare, as much, where he doth come, As if that Ziska's skin were on his Drum: See how the Shavelings poste away, amaine, As if that Ziska's Drum were come againe! Goe on (brave Prince) goe on, and never Cease, Untill thy Warre make a true blessed Peace, Promist to thee by happy Auguries Unheard of hetherto; A swarme of Bees
Following thy Armie, in so Colde a time As is October, and so colde a Clime, Fore-tels us plainely, that, in spight of Hate, True Peace, and Plenty shall attend thy State: And which more force of argument doth give, The Hony-birds, being taken, yet doe live: Oh, I could comment all my life, away, Upon the Augurie was seene, that day, That men by their owne Industry shall thrive, Each Souldiers Helmet shall be made a Hive: And that each Subject best shall please the King, That, to this Hive, doth Waxe and Hony bring: And that the King will banish from his Throne, As one abhorr'd, the all-consuming Drone; And that the world may know, Bohemia's King, Hath Hony for his friends, for foes a sting. Relate (my Muse) and doe not let me mis, Another Augurie, as great as this. That day wherein he enterd, First, the Prague, (A Citty much infected with the Plague) No Christian there, to Death, Deaths due did give, Where did three hundred thousand Christians live: Which shewes a generall suffrage, all did pray (It seemes) that they might live to see that Day. And yet a third, no lesse then were those two, And more auspicious, if you marke it too, For neare that very time (as we may deeme) That he was borne, who did the world redeeme, The King and Queene sitting to Dine together, The Queene rose sodainly and went whether The Issue tels, for (Dinner hardly done) The Ladyes brought the King a goodly Sonne: Whose quicke deliverance, plainly doth declare, The Prince made hast to breath Bohemian ayre; A welcome dish of Fruit, may shee have such Gods plenty, since her Name imports so much. Psal: 72. Oh God, that hast this glorious worke begun, Thy Judgements to the King, give to his Sonne Thy righteousnes, and so with equitie Hee shall thy people Judge, with Loyaltie They him obey, so shall he safely Raigne Heere, and in Heaven, a Crowne Eternall gaine.
FINIS. Printed at Dort by George Waters. 1619.