Enter NEMO.
POMP.
Nemo can tell, for he doth follow them.
FALSEHOOD.
Ladies, to you—to some of you—we come,
Sent from such friends as much affect your good,
With garments and with compliments of cost,
Accordant well to dames of such degree—
I come to Lucre.
DOUBLE-DEALING.
I to Love am sent,
With no less cost than could be got for coin,
Which with my message I deliver would,
Could I discern which of these dames were she.
LOVE.
Friend, I am Love: what bringest thou there to me?
CONSCIENCE.
Beware, good Love, from whom, and what, thou takest.
NEMO.
No whispering, friend, but show it openly:
The matter good, you need not be ashamed.
From whom comest thou?
DOUBLE-DEALING.
That I conceal from any but from Love.
NEMO.
From whom come you, sir?
FALSEHOOD.
That shall Lucre know, and none but she.