POMP.
Fair and beloved Lucre, though I speak last,
As kindly I thy welcome do accept,
As heart can think, pen write, or tongue can tell.
NEMO.
Now speak, my lords, how have ye sped?
POLICY.
Right well; thanks unto Him that gave the day to us.
The Pride of Spain was cloak'd with majesty,
And Shame, his page, nicknamed Modesty:
Spanish Ambition Honour would be call'd,
And Treachery, his page, term'd Action:
Their Tyranny was cleped Government;
Terror, his page, was falsely nam'd Regard;
But God above hath given them their reward.
They with dishonour left their shields behind,
The only prizes purchas'd by us now,
And those, fair ladies, we present to you.
Love, this is thine, and he that gives it thee.
NEMO.
In lieu whereof your gift and her I give
Again to you, that merit more than both.
POLICY.
The greatest gift and good could me befall.
POMP.
Fair Lucre, lo, my present and myself.
LUCRE.
Which I, with Nemo's license, gladly take.
NEMO.
Take her, Lord Pomp; I give her unto thee,
Wishing your good may ten times doubled be.
POMP.
The richest[277] good this world could give to me.
PLEASURE.
Of duty I, my dear, must give thee this:
That art my comfort and my earthly bliss.