PLEASURE.
Pleasure hath soar'd, as doth his impress show,
To look aloof on earthly ladies all.
And never could my curious eye discern
A dame of worth for London Pleasure's love,
But one, and she doth shine as silver dove.
Of self-bred soil, of London is her race;
For whom in challenge I my shield advance.
POLICY.
Thus each in honour of his mistress,
And in regard of his well-daring mind,
Hath here empris'd the challenge of his right.
But, lordships both and brethren bred and sworn,
A caution must be had in this conceit,
That all our thoughts aspire not to one heaven,
Nor all our ships do sail for one self haven;
I mean, that all our suits and services
We tend and tender to one only dame,
All choosing one, refusing th'other two.
POMP.
A great mislike amongst us that might breed.
PLEASURE.
I seek but one, and her unto myself.
POMP.
And one I wish sans partner of my love.
POLICY.
It stands with honour to be sole or none.
POMP.
Whom lovest thou, Pleasure?
PLEASURE.
Hark ye. [Whisper in his ear.
POMP.
Tush! ye lie.
WILL.
If my master were a soldier, that word would have the stab.