POLICY.
The Government of Spain is Tyranny,
As do his impress and his words declare:
His page is Terror; for a tyrant fears
His death in diet, in his bed, in sleep.
In Conscience' spite, the Spanish tyranny
Hath shed a sea of most unguilty blood.
Well, what's the end?
SHEALTY.
The end is, best you yield,
Submitting you to mercy of these lords.
POMP.
Before we fight? soft, sir; ye brave too fast.
Castilians, know that Englishmen will knock. But say,
Doth Spanish Pride for London's Lucre gape?
PLEASURE.
And would their Tyranny Conscience captive have?
POLICY.
Doth their Ambition London's Love affect?
SHEALTY.
All this they will, and prey 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 pleaseth them.
POMP.
But in this molehill many pismires be,
All which will sting, before they be remov'd.
What is thy name?
SHEALTY.
Shealty.
POLICY.
An Irish word, signifying liberty;
Rather remissness, looseness, if ye will.
Why hath thy coat a burning ship behind?
SHEALTY.
To signify the burning of your fleet
By us Castilians.