The Three Lords and Three Ladies of London · chunk 32 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T59: andrea, spain, portugal, tribute, horatio, king, bellimperia, prince, lord, lorenzo.
In war they follow, and the Spaniard is warring in mind But that's not now the cause, yon three are Pride, Ambition Tyranny. shame follows pride, as we a proverb have, pride goes before, and shame comes after, Treachery ever attends upon Ambition. And Terror always with a fearful watch, Doth wait upon ill conscienced Tyranny: But why stay we to give them space to breathe: Come, Courage, let us charge them all at once. What braving cowards these Castillians be, My lords let's hang our scutcheons up again, And shroud ourselves but not far off unseen, To prove if that may draw them to some deed, Be it but to batter our impressed shields. Agreed, here Fealty, hang them up a space. Facing, fainthearted, proud and insolent, That bear no edge within their painted sheaths, That durst not strike our silly patient shields. Up have they set their own, see if we dare Batter on them, and beat their braving Lords. Let them not yonder hang unbacked, my Lords. With good advise, that we be not surprised, and good enough. myself will onset give on Prides, at your Peacock sir. At Tyrannies will I bestow my blow, wishing the master. I at Ambitions strike, have at his pampered jade. Fuoro Viliagos, fuoro Lutheranos Angleses, fuoro sa, sa, sa. Their shields are ours, they fled away with shame, But Lordings, whiles the stratagem is fresh, And memory of their misfortune green, Their hearts yet fainting with the novel grief, Let us pursue them flying, if you say it, Haply, we may prevent their passage yet. With speed and heed the matter must be done, Therefore you Policy shall our leader be. The day is ours, fair Ladies let us joy, The joyful day that all men may rejoice, Yet only I am thankful for this good. And your good day at hand approacheth fast. Wherein you shall be joined to three such Lords, As all the cities under heavens bright cope, Cannot with all their glory match in worth, Lucre, Lord Pomp a victor comes to thee: Love, look thou for Lord policy as well: And Conscience for her well reformed Fere, pleasure, that only made his choice of her. Upon that day triumphant shall we feast, Wherein (madams) your honours nil be least. Against their coming might my read be hard, Prepare would we garlands of Laurel green, To welcome them, more for the common good, Than for affection private that we bear. To meet them coming will not be amiss, But what know we how they will take such work, Report may be much more than there is cause, We may them meet and greet with joyful hearts, And make them garlands when we know their minds. And here they come with new impressed shields, My Lords well met, and welcome from your foes. Lord pomp, well met, and welcome home again. Lord policy, well met, and welcome home again. Lord pleasure, welcome with unfeigned heart.
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In war they followe, and the Spaniard is warring in mind But that's not now the cause, yen three are Pride, Ambition Tyranny. shame followes pride, as we a prouerbe haue, pride goes before, and shame comes after, Treachery euer attendes vpon Ambiton. And Terrour alwaies with a fearfull watc, Doth wait vpon il conscienced Tyranny: But why stay we to giue them space to breath: Come, Courage, let vs charge them all at once. What brauing cowards these Castillians be, My Lordes let's hang our Scutchens vp againe, And shroud our selues but not farre off vnséene, To prooue if that may draw them to some deed, Be it but to batter our ymprezed shieldes. Agréed, here Fealty, hang them vp a space. Facing, faint-hearted, proud and insolent, That beare no edge within their painted sheaths, That durst not strike our sillie patient shieldes. Vp haue they set their owne, sée if we dare Batter on them, and beat their brauing Lordes. Let them not yonder hang vnbackt, my Lords. With good aduise, that we be not surprised, and good enough. My selfe wil onset giue on Prides, at your Peacocke sir. At Tyrannies wil I bestow my blow, wishing the maister. I at Ambitions strike, haue at his pampered Iade. Fuoro Viliagos, fuoro Lutheranos Angleses, fuoro sa, sa, sa. Their shieldes are ours, they fled away with shame, But Lordings, whiles the stratageum is fresh, And memorie of thir misfortune greene, Their hartes yet fainting with the nouell griefe, Let vs pursue them flieng, if you say it, Haply, we may preuent their passage yet. With spéed and héede the matter must be done, Therefore you Pollicie shall our leader be. The day is ours, faire Ladies let vs ioy, The ioyfull day that all men may reioice, Yet onely I am thankfull for this good. And your good day at hand approcheth fast. Wherein you shall be ioinde to thrée such Lordes, As all the cities vnder heauens bright cope, Cannot with all their glorie match in worth, Lucre, Lord Pomp a victor comes to thee: Loue, looke thou for Lord pollicy aswell: And Conscience for her well reformed Fere, pleasure, that onely made his choice of her. Vpon that day triumphant shall we feast, Wherein (Madames) your honors nil be least. Against their comming might my read be hard, Prepare would we garlands of Laurell greene, To welcome them, more for the common good, Than for affection priuate that we beare. To meet them comming wil not be amisse, But what know we how they will take such work, Report may be much more than there is cause, We may them méete and gréet with ioyfull heartes, And make them garlands when we know their mindes. And here they come with new ymprezed shields, My Lords wel met, and welcome from your foes. Lord pomp, wel met, and welcome home againe. Lord pollicy, wel met, and welcome home againe. Lord pleasure, welcome with vnfained heart.