NEMO.
Now, lords, I hope you are contented all:
Pomp with his Lucre, Policy with Love,
Pleasure with Conscience: joy fall you from above.
And thus to you my promise is perform'd,
And I expect that yours as well be kept,
That present preparation may be made
To honour those with holy marriage rites,
That I, in presence of the world, may give
These as my daughters unto you my sons.
POLICY.
By my consent one day shall serve us all,
Which shall be kept for ever festival.
POMP.
And on that day, in honour of these dames,
These shields in triumph shall be borne about.
PLEASURE.
With pageants, plays, and what delights may be,
To entertain the time and company.
NEMO.
So it please you, lordings, methinks it were meet,
That the ladies took care to provide their own toys.
Myself need to help them, who know their minds well,
For I can keep women both quiet and constant.
POLICY.
It pleaseth us well that you will take the pains.
Fair ones, for a while ye[278] betake you to your business.
POMP.
Ladies, adieu.
PLEASURE.
Beloved, farewell.
[The Lords bring them to the door, and they go out [FRAUD and
DISSIMULATION enter disguised], and FRAUD[279] gives POLICY
a paper, which he reads, and then says:
POLICY.
It seems by this writing, sir, you would serve me.
Is your name Skill? whom did you serve last?