SHEALTY

What wouldst thou Herald? As Feal is going towards the ̄ , they send forth Sheal. They scorn to grace so mean a man as thou with parley or with presence. Rather will I return and know their minds. Advance again your Lances now my boys hold up again Maximè Domine. Three Caualieros Castillianos here, Without Compears in compass of this world: Are come to conquer, as full well they shall this mool-hill Isle, that little England hight, With London that proud paltry market town, And take those Dams Love, Lucre, Conscience Prisoners, to use or force as pleases them. The first (now quake) is Spanish Majesty, That for his ympreze gives Queen Juno's Bird, Whose train is spangd with Argus hundred eyes, the Queen of Gods scorns not to grace him so. His word is Non par illi, none his Like: Yet is his page or henchman Modesty, Lucre the Lady that shall be his prize: And in his pendent on his Lances point, Sur le Ciel his word, above the heavens. The end is best you yield, submitting you to mercy of these Lords. Monarchs in minds, and Gods in high conceits, That scorn you English, as the scomme of men, Whom I ne dare without their license name, Before whom thy duties all are few and base, Base English groom, from beggars sent belike, Who for their mate Thee malapert account, Dare I (thinkest thou) these Lords magnificent, Without their special pleasure understood, Once move with message, or with show of speech? and Love the Lady that he Hope's to gain, to signify y e burning of your Fleet by us Castilliam ̄ S. You craven English n your donghils crow. You will not yield? Farewell. Retire Heralds with the pages to their places. It pleases them to be magnifical, And of their special graces to vouchsafe And counterview of Pages, and of shields. A countermessage by us Heralds done: A favour which they seldom grant to foes, Go thou for those, I meet thee will with these. Done Honour is the next grand peer of spain, Whose ympreze is a Courser saliant. Of colour Sables, darkening air and earth, Pressing the Globe with his disdainful foot. And sallying to aspire to rolling skies, Non sufficit orbis is his haughty word, The world suffices not high Hono thoughts, And on the pendent fixed en his Lance, A hand is catching at the sunny beams: & gloriam Phoebi, and the Suns bright coach. Honour would guide, if he might have his will. His Page is Actium tempering still with state. All this they will, and pray upon your town, And give your lands away before your face: alas, what's England to the power of Spain? a Molehill, to be placed where it pleases them. Shealty, The third ground Cavaliero is Government, Severe in Justice, and in judgement deep: His ympreze is a naked Infant gored Upon a Lance, signifying, severity. His word, pour sangue, for blood of enemies He bends his sources: on his pendent is A Lyger licking of a bleeding heart: And Curam Cruor is the word thereon, His care's for blood of those that dare resist: Yet hight his Page that follows him, Regard, and he for Conscience to this conquest comes.