POMP

A great mislike amongst us that might breed. And one with I sans partner of my loves. Whom love thou pleasure? Lush, you lie. Yet Nemo was the Judge that sentence gave. Thou only mild and courteous sir, vouchsafe To grant our suit, and set those Ladies free. And love does cover hears of cumbrous evils. Alas good Ladies, was there none that sued For their release, before we took't in hand? Becomes us to wait on Nemo still, Do but command and we shall all subscribe. Much may their fortune and their feature be. But what it is we cannot thus discern. Right stately dams, if they were well attir' : Of rare perfection. Nemo can tell, for he does follow them. Enter Nemo. love by pure zeal. If lucre be not mad she will be mine, If lucre Like to match with Londons Pomp, In stately port all others she shall pass. Nemo keep Close, and Conscience pray for us. Been gone and recommend us to our God. I think it good, and time that it were done. And here they come, O proud Castillians. Which now belike our Herald shall receive, For theirs comes to him. It is my wealth, but keep him if they dare, I'll fetch him double if they do my Lords, Before we fight? soft sic, you brave too fast. Castilians, know that Englishmen will knock, but say. Doth Spanish Pride for Londons Lucre gape, You Spanish Fesants crow upon your perch, But when we fire your coats about your ears, And take your ships before your walled towns, We make a dunghill of your rotten bones, And cram our chickens with your grains of gold. So do we for theirs: but Fealty, canst thou declare to me the cause why all their pages follow them, when ours in shows do ever go before. What braving cowards these Castillians be, My Lords let's hang our Scutchens up again, And shroud our selves but not far off unseen, To prove if that may draw them to some deed, Be it but to batter our ymprezed shields. Up have they set their own, see if we dare Batter on them, and Beatrice their braving Lords. Their shields are ours, they fled away with shame, But Lordings, while the stratageum is fresh, And memory of their misfortune green, Their hearts yet fainting with the novel grief, Let us pursue them flying, if you say it, Haply, we may prevent their passage yet. Fair and beloved Lucre, though I speak last, As kindly I thy welcome do accept, As heart can think, pen write, or tongue can tell. Ladies, adue. the Lords bring the ̄ to the door, & they go out & Ne. Yet more ado before we can enjoy The joys of marriage with our Mistress's? Be these the Lords that title do pretend? My Lords of Lincoln, so we hear you be. What are your names? Why Pleasure? Pomp hath chosen Lucres love. Lord policy with reason hath discuss pleasure consent, and so our love shall hold. And you (sir boy) for pomp perform the Like, To Uvea that. Bid him that dare this Ympreze batter once, Be well advised he be no beggars brat, Nor base of courage, nor of bade conceit: To match himself with such magnificence, As fits Lord pomp of London for his love: Call if he come that can encounter me, Or move me not for each envious swad. Wealth watch for pomp for thou canst well defend Love, Lucre, Conscience we of Thee desire, Which in thy self hast all perfection, Accomplished with all integrity: And needest no help so do what pleases thee, Who holdest Fame and Fortune both thy slaves, And dost compel the Destinies draw the coach: To Thee we sue, sith power thou hast thereto, To set those Ladies at their liberty. A lovely face. With Londons Pomp may one of you be joined, Possessing more than Fortune can afford, Fortune's a fool, but heavenly providence Guards Londons pomp, and her that shall be his: Nay to support the haughty magnificence And lordly Pomp of Londons excellence, Befits it rather Lucre join with me, By whom her honour shall be most advanced. pomp hath needs of Lucre: Women love Pomp. The rather in worser spite of us? Not so. For Conscience sake more than for Lucre now, In this device such liking I conceive, As London shall not lack what pomp can do, And well I know that worthy Citizens Do carry minds so frank and bountiful, As for their honour they will spare no cost: Especially, to let their enemy know. Honour in England, not in Spain does grow. Then let us go and each man to his charge But in this Molehill many Plsmyres be, All which will sting before they be removed, What is thy name? shealty, say unto Then Thrasos three. The Lords of London dare them to the field, Wittieng their pride and their Ambition, Scerning their Tyranny, and yet fearing this, That they are come from home and dare not fight, But if they dare in joint or several arms, Battle or combat, him that Lucre seeks, Your Spanish pride, him dare I from the rest. This Lucres favour, Pomp for her will fight. My self will onset give on Prides, at your Peacock sir. Fair lucre, lo, my present and my self. the wished good this world could give to me. And on that day in honour of these Dams, these shields in triumph shall be born about. Master Usury, I thank you that you offer me your service, it seems to be for your old mistress sake, Lady lucre, stay but a while, I will answer you with reason. Master Usury come hither, you desire to serve me, you have done Lady Lucre good service you say, but it was against God and Conscience you did it, neither ever in your life did you any thing for Love: Well to be short, serve me you shall not, and I would I could banish you from London for ever, or keep you Close prisoner, but that is not in me, but what is or may be, that strait you shall see: By policies counsel this shall be done, Diligence bring that iron, help me my Lords. A craft j villain, perceiving how we meant to Usury, slipped away. What's here my boy, what's here? pleasure, this suit is sure to you, for it's mad stuff, and I know not what it means. And what fault find you with this? they that have it needs not show it. Which comes for Lucre ? First that from heaven upon our gracious Queen, All manner blessings may be multiplied, That as her reign most prosperous hath be, During world's length so may it still abide, And after that with saints be glorified· Lord grant her here health, hearts-ease, joy and mirth. And heaven at last, after long life on earth. What Pomp or port without respect of gain Pomp decays without Lucre, Against which feast, repair you to Diligence, and he shall appoint you furniture and money, and a place in the show, till when farewell. Exeunt Who raised this tumult? Speak, what means this stir? A face angelical.