The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 29 of 41
Wilson, Robert · published 1590 · first performed or written 1588 [1588-1590] (Annals) moral · Queen Elizabeth's Men (?) unassigned nearest T59 Spanish courts: war, honour and courtshi · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
Rather will I return and know their minds. Now boy, what news. The fearful Herald of yon famous crew Durst not your message to his masters tell, Till Fealty with contumelious words, (Yet was the Spaniard brave and hot in terms) Enforced him for their answer resolute. Which now belike our Herald shall receive, For theirs comes to him. It pleaseth them to be magnifical, And of their special graces to vouchsafe And counterview of Pages, and of shields. A countermessage by us Heralds done: A favour which they seldom grant to foes, Go thou for those, I meet thee will with these. My Lords yen braving Spaniards wish A counterview of Pages and of shields, But what they mean or be I know not yet: Haply you may by their ymprezes' view, Or I by parley some conjecture give, So please it you your pages and your shields With me to send, their Herald comes with theirs. Our shields I reck not, but to send our Wealth Accompanied with Wit and Will, no peril. It is my wealth, but keep him if they dare, I'll fetch him double if they do my Lords, Boys, take our shields and spears, for they come on. vail Spaniard, couch thy Lance and pendent both, knowest where thou art? Here will we bear no braves Down with your point, no loft borne Lances here By any stranger be he foe or friend. Well dost thou note the couching of thy Lance, Mine had ere this else gored your Spanish skin. Well done my boys, but now all reverence. Advance again your Lances now my boys Dicito nobis ideo qui ades, quid sibi velint isthaec Emblemata? Dicito (inquam) lingua materna: nos enim omnes bell intelligimus, quamuis Anglicè loqui dedignamur. Then know castilian cavalieroes this, The owners of these Emblems are three Lords Those three that now are viewing of your shields, Of London, our chief city are they Lords, Policy, pomp, and pleasure be their names: And they in honour of their mistresses, Love, Lucre, Conscience, London Ladies three, Emblazoned these scutcheons, challenging Whom durst compare, or challenge one of them, And Policy a tortoise hath impressed, Encompassed with her shell, her native walls, And providens securus is his word: His page is Wit, his Mistress Lady Love. pomp in his shield a Lily hath portrayed, As paragon of beauty, and boon grace: Glory sans peer his word, and true it is, With London's Pomp Castille cannot compare, His Page is wealth, his mistress Lucre hight. Pleasure, the dainty of that famous town, A Falcon hath emblazoned, soaring high, To show the pitch that London's Pleasure flies: His word Pour temps, yet never stoops to train, But unto Conscience, chosen for his dear. His Page is Will, and thus th'effect you hear. Buena bvena per los Lutheranos Angleses. Mala, mala per Catholicos Castillianos. Loqueris Anglicè? Maximè Domine.
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Rather wil I returne and know their mindes. Now boy, what newes. The fearful Herald of yen famous crue Durst not your message to his maisters tell, Til Fealtie with contumelions wordes, (Yet was the Spaniard braue and hot in tearmes) Enforced him for their answere resolute. Which now belike our Herald shall receiue, For theirs comes to him. It pleaseth them to be magnifical, And of their speciall graces to vouchsafe And counteruiew of Pages, and of shields. A countermessage by vs Heraldes done: A fauour which they seldome graunt to foes, Go thou for those, I meete thee will with these. My Lords yen brauing Spaniards wish A counteruiew of Pages and of shieldes, But what they meane or be I know not yet: Haply you may by their ymprezes view, Or I by parlle some coniecture giue, So please it you your pages and your shieldes With me to send, their Herald comes with theirs. Our shields I reck not, but to send our Wealth Accompanied with Wit and Will, no peril. It is my wealth, but kéep him if they dare, Ile fetch him double if they doo my Lordes, Boies, take our sheildes and speares, for they come on. Vaile Spaniard, couch thy Launce and pendent both, knowest where thou art? Here wil we beare no braues Downe with your point, no loft borne Lances here By any stranger be he foe or friend. Wel doest thou note the couching of thy Lance, Mine had ere this els goar'd your Spanish skin. Wel done my boies, but now all reuerence. Aduaunce againe your Launces now my boies Dicito nobis ideo qui ades, quid sibi velint isthaec Emblemata? Dicito (inquam) lingua materna: nos enim omnes belle intelligimus, quamuis Anglicè loqui dedignamur. Then know Castillian Caualieros this, The owners of these Emblemes are three Lordes Those three that now are viewing of your shieldes, Of London, our chiefe citie are they Lordes, Pollicie, pompe, and pleasure be their names: And they in honour of their mistresses, Loue, Lucre, Conscience, London Ladies thrée, Emblazoned these Scutchens, challenging Whom durst compare, or challenge one of them, And Pollicie a Tortoys hath Emprez'd, Encompast with her shel, her natiue walles, And prouidens securus is his word: His page is Wit, his Maistresse Lady Loue. pomp in his shield a Lilly hath pourtrai'd, As paragon of beautie, and boone grace: Glorie sauns peere his word, and true it is, With Londons Pompe Castile cannot compare, His Page is wealth, his maistresse Lucre hight. Pleasure, the daintie of that famous towne, A Faulcon hath emblazon'd, soaring hie, To showe the pitch that Londons Pleasure flies: His word Pour temps, yet neuer stoupes to traine, But vnto Conscience, chosen for his deere. His Page is Will, and thus th'effect you heare. Buena buena per los Lutheranos Angleses. Mala, mala per Catholicos Castillianos. Loqueris Anglicè? Maximè Domine.