The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 28 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T50 Fleets, armies and generals: war by sea · 504 words
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Simplicity, away, these be our Lords, offend them not for fear. I seek not them, I seek for Fraud that robbed me. Go seek else where, for here's no place for such. My friends depart, and qualify this stir, And see peace kept within the walls I charge ye. I will my Lord, come we came too late to find your losses. Pray for me my boys, I think I shall hang myself I come ever too late to speed. Now Lords, let honours fire inflame on? thoughts, And let us arm our courage with our cause, And so dispose ourselves to welcome them, Do me the favour (if I may entreat) To be the first to front the foe in face, The Vanguard let be Policies this once, Pomps the main battle pleasures the Rearward: And so bestow us if you think it good. I think it good, and time that it were done. I think it good, and wish the enemy come. And here they come, as brave as Philip's son, And his Ephestion, wont to be arrayed In glittering gold, and party coloured plumes, With curious pendents on their Lances Exit, Their shields impressed with gilt copertiments, Their Pages careless, playing at their backs, As if with conquest they triumphing came. If they be conquered greater is their shame, But Diligence go post alongst the coast, To tell the news, and look to welcome them, Let us alone: My Lords you hear the news, More words were vain, I know ye well resolved. And here they come, Oh proud Castillians. My Lords, what mean these gallants to perform, Come these Castilian Cowards but to brave? do all these mountains move to breed a mouse? Fealty, go fetch their answer resolute How they dare be so bold, and what they dare do here. What wouldst thou Herald? parley with those three, Herald. They scorn to grace so mean a man as thou with parley or with presence. Do they scorn? what, are thy masters, Monarchs every one? Or be they Gods? or rather be they Devils? Scorn they a heralds presence and his speech? Name them, that I may know their mightiness, And so avoid of duties some neglect. monarchs in minds, and Gods in high conceits, That scorn you English, as the scum of men, Whom I ne dare without their licence name, Fore whom thy duties all are few and base, Imperious Spaniard, do a Herald right. thyself art one, their Trowch man if thou be, Be thou my Trunk, that I my message may through thee convey to them from London Lords. Base English groom, from beggars sent belike, Who for their mate thee malapert account, Dare I (thinkst thou) these Lords magnificent, Without their special pleasure understood, Once move with message, or with show of speech? More servile thou to lose a heralds due, That is in field a kings companion, But if thou dare not my embassage do, Stand by and stop not my access to them.
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Simplicity, away, these be our Lordes, offend them not for feare. I séeke not them, I séeke for Fraud that rob'd me. Go seeke els where, for here's no place for such. My friends depart, and qualifie this stir, And see peace kept within the walles I charge ye. I wil my Lord, come we came too late to find your losses. Pray for me my boies, I thin shal hang my selfe I come euer too late to speed. Now Lordes, let Honors fire enflame on? thoughtes, And let vs arme our courage with our cause, And so dispose our selues to welcome them, Doe me the fauour (if I may intreat) To be the first to front the foe in face, The Vauntgard let be Pollicies this once, Pompes the maine baittaile pleasures the Rereward: And so bestow vs if you thinke it good. I think it good, and time that it were done. I think it good, and wish the enemie come. And here they come, as braue as Philips sonne, And his Ephestion, woont to be arraied In glittering gold, and party coloured plumes, With curious pendents on their Lances Ext, Their shieldes Ymprez'd with gilt copertiments, Their Pages carelesse, plaieng at their backes, As if with conquest they triumphing came. If they be conquer'd greater is their shame, But Diligence go post alongst the coast, To tell the newes, and looke to welcome them, Let vs alone: My Lords you heare the newes, More words were vaine, I know ye wel resolu'd. And here they come, Oh proud Castillians. My Lordes, what meane these gallants to perfourme, Come these Castilian Cowardes but to braue? Doo all these mountaines moue to breede a mouse? Fealty, goe fetch their answer resolute How they dare be so bold, and what they dare doo here. What wouldst thou Herald? Parlle with those thrée, Herald. They scorne to grace so meane a man as thou with parlie or with presence. Do they scorne? what, are thy masters, Monarchs euerie one? Or be they Gods? or rather be they Deuils? Scorne they a Heraldes presence and his speech? Name them, that I may knowe their mightines, And so auoid of duties some neglect. Monarches in minds, and Gods in high conceites, That scorne you English, as the scomme of men, Whom I ne dare without their license name, Fore whom thy duties all are few and base, Imperious Spaniard, doo a Herald right. Thy selfe art one, their Trowch man if thou be, Be thou my Trunke, that I my message may through thee conueigh to them from London Lords. Base English groome, from beggars sent belike, Who for their mate thée malapert account, Dare I (thinkst thou) these Lords magnificent, Without their speciall pleasure vnderstood, Once mooue with message, or with show of speach? More seruile thou to loose a Heraldes due, That is in field a kinges companion, But if thou dare not my Ambassage doo, Stand by and stop not my accesse to them.