The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 4 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T37 Riches, poverty and covetousness · 480 words
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And my Lord is not pleasure sprung of Voluptuousness, but of such honourable and honest kind conceit, as heaven & humanity well brooks and allows pleasure pleasing not pernicious. Who would have thought that will had been philosophous, But what means the word pour temps in the shield, for time? Wit, shall I call thee fool? the best pleasure of all lasts but a time, For of all pleasures most pleasing to sight, methinks there is none to the falcons high slight, Yet diseases end it, the breach of a wing, Nay, the breach of a feather spoils that sweet thing: And so my master hath the vantage will ye or no, pomp and pleasure may be ill. May not policy be bad? Wit, well overtaken by Will that crafty Lad. A crafty Goose, the Gander gives him health, Bad policy's seldom found in so Christian a common wealth, As London is I trust, where my master is a Lord. And ours so too. Well, let us accord, for wit's a good thing, yet may be ill applied and so may wealth, be it employed in pride, And will worst of all, when it disdains a guide. A Jack an Apes hath wit. And so he hath Wil. But he never hath wealth: now ye are both still. Yes, he wears a chain. Well spoke, and like a bearward. If ye be Non plus let the matter fall. Wit, dost thou see? thus goes wealth away with all. Let's reason no further for we shall have glee, Here is a challenger to our shields, step we aside. He will eat them I think, for he gapes very wide. Say nothing to him, and ye shall see the fool go by. Sirrah, gape not so wide for fear of a fly. Fly, flam flirt: why? Can a fly do hurt? Yea, have ye not heard that the fly hath her spleen And the Ant her gall? My Uncle hath so I ween, for it's an angry old fellow When his gall runs over: children good day, Whose pretty lads are you three? Three, are ye sure? I'll not swear till I have told you: one, two, three. I beshrew thee. Me boy, why? I am beshrewed already, for I am married. Then thou hast a wife? Yea, I would thou hadst her, if thou couldst stay her tongue, I thy wise man? Why, I am too young. And I am too old, but in good earnest good boys, be not angry, that I call you boys, for ye are no men yet, ye have no beards And yet I have seen boys angry for being called boys: Forsooth they would be called youths: well, yet a boy is a boy And a youth is a youth: well, if ye be not ashamed of the boy, Good boys, whose eyes are ye?
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And my Lord is not pleasure sprong of Voluptuousnes, but of such honorable and honest kind conceit, as heauen & humanitie wel brookes and allowes pleasure pleasing not pernitius. Who would haue thought that wil had bene philosophous, But what means the word pour temps in the shield, for time? Wit, shal I cal thee foole? the best pleasure of al lasts but a time, For of all pleasures most pleasing to sight, Mee thinks there is none to the Faulcons hie slight, Yet diseases end it, the breach of a wing, Nay, the breach of a fether spoiles that sweet thing: And so my maister hath the vantage wil ye or no, pomp and pleasure may be il. May not pollicy be bad? Wit, wel ouertaken by VVil that craftie Lad. A craftie Goose, the Gander giues him health, Bad pollici's seldome found in so Christian a common wealth, As London is I trust, where my maister is a Lord. And ours so too. Wel, let vs accod, for wit's a good thing, yet may be il appli'd nd so may wealth, be it imploied in pride, And wil worst of all, when it disdaines a guide. A Jack an Apes hath wit. And so he hath Wil. But he neuer hath wealth: now ye are both still. Yes, he weares a chaine. Well spoke, and like a bearward. If ye be Non plus let the matter fall. Wit, dost thou see? thus goes wealth away with al. Let's reason no further for we shal haue glee, Here is a challenger to our shields, step we aside. He will eate them I thinke, for he gapes verie wide. Say nothing to him, and ye shal see the foole goe by. Sirra, gape not so wide for feare of a flie. Fly, flam flurt: why? Can a flie doo hurt? Yea, haue ye not heard that the fly hath her spleene And the Ant her gall? My Vncle hath so I weene, for its an angrie old fellow When his gall runs ouer: children good day, Whose pretie lads are you three? Three, are ye sure? Ile not sweare till I haue told you: one, two, three. I beshrew thee. Mee boy, why? I am beshrewed already, for I am maried. Then thou hast a wife? Yea, I would thou hadst her, if thou couldst stay her tongue, I thy wise man? Why, I am too yoong. And I am too old, but in good ernest good boies, be not angry, that I cal you boies, for ye are no men yet, ye haue no beardes And yet I haue séene boies angrie for being called boies: Forsooth they would be called youths: wel, yet a boy is a boy And a youth is a yout: wel, if ye be not ashamed of the boy, Good boyes, whose yes are ye?