WIT.
Vail, Spaniard: couch thy lance and pendant both.
Knowest where thou art? Here will we bear no braves.
[When the English boys meet the other, cause them to put
down the tops of their lances, but they beat up theirs.
WEALTH.
Down with your point: no loft-born lances here
By any stranger, be he foe or friend.
WILL.
Well dost thou note the couching of thy lance;
Mine had, ere this, else gor'd your Spanish skin.
FEALTY.
Well done, my boys; but now all reverence—
SHEALTY. Advance again your lances now, my boys. [Hold up again.
S. PRIDE.
Dicito nobis ideo, qui ades, quid sibi velint isthaec emblemata?
Dicito (inquam) lingua materna: nos enim omnes bellè intelligimus,
quamvis Anglicè loqui dedignamur.
FEALTY.
Then know, Castilian cavalieros, this:
The owners of these emblems are three lords,
Those three that now are viewing of your shields:
Of London, our chief city, are they lords;
Policy, Pomp, and Pleasure be their names;
And they, in honour of their mistresses,
Love, Lucre, Conscience, London ladies three,
Emblazoned these scutcheons, challenging
Who durst compare or challenge one of them.
And Policy a tortoise hath impress'd,
Encompass'd with her shell, her native walls,
And Providens securus is his word:
His page is Wit, his mistress Lady Love.
Pomp in his shield a lily hath portray'd,
As paragon of beauty and boon-grace:
Glorie sans peere his word, and true it is;
With London's Pomp Castile cannot compare:
His page is Wealth, his mistress Lucre hight.
Pleasure, the dainty of that famous town,
A falcon hath emblazon'd, soaring high,
To show the pitch that London's Pleasure flies:
His word Pour temps, yet never stops to train,
But unto Conscience, chosen for his dear:
His page is Will; and thus th'effect you hear.
S. PRIDE.
Buena, buena, per los Lutheranos Ingleses.
FEALTY.
Mala, mala, per Catholicos Castellanos.