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The pleasant and stately morall, of the three lordes and three ladies of London With the great ioy and pompe, solempnized at their mariages: commically interlaced with much honest mirth, for pleasure and recreation, among many morall obseruations and other important matters of due regard. by R.W.; Three lords and three ladies of London.
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Wilson, Robert, d. 1600.
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Lucre And Conscience on the Marble of remorse Loue Loue on the flint of frozen Charitie Ladies alas what tattered soules are we Con. Sorrow our hearts time our cloaths hath torn Lucre Then sit we down like silly soules forlorne And hide our faces that we be not knowen For Sorrowes plagues tormented me no more Than wil their fight that knew me heretofore Loue then wil their sight that knew vs heretofore Draw ruth and help from them for our reliefe Con. For our reliefe for Conscience and for Loue No help smal ruth that our distresse may mooue Loue O Conscience thou wouldst lead me to dispaire But that I see the way to hope is faire And Hope to heauen directs a readie way And heauen to help is prest to them that pray Lucre That pray with faith and with vnfain'd remorse For true beleefe and teares make praier of force Con. Then veile our selues and silent let vs stay till heauens shall please to send some friends this way Sit all down Frau. Ladies vnmask'd blush not for base attire Here are none but friends and seruants all deer Lady Lucre Deerer vnto vs than daily breath we draw from sweetest aire Dearer then life dearer then heauen it selfe Deigne to discouer those alluring lampes Those louely eies more cleare than Venus Star Whose bright aspectes worlds woonder do produce Vnueile I say that beauty more diuine than Nature saue in thée did euer paint that we sworne slaues vnto our mistresse may Once more behold those stately louely lookes And doo those duties which vs wel beseemes Such duties as we all desire to doe Con. I know that tongue Lucre beware of Fraud Luc. Of Fraud Indéed by spéech it should be he Fra what séekest thou Frau. Lucre to honor thée with wit with worth with life with al I haue to be thy seruant as I was before to get thée cloathes and what thou wantest els Lucre No Fraud farewell I must be wonne no more to keepe such seruants as I kept before Simo. Swéet Lady Lucre me thou maiest accept Lucre How art thou called Simo. Simon Lucre I No sir Conscience saith Con: No Lucre now beware false not thy faith For Simoni 's subiect to perpetuall curse Dis. As you two haue sped I would desire to spéed no worse Frau. Make you a suit you may chance to spéed better Dis. Not I for of al my tongue is best knowen But if I speak it shal be to her that was once mine owne Good Ladie Loue thou litle knowest the griefe that I thy friend sustaine for thy distresse And lesse beleeuest what care I haue of thée Looke vp good Loue and to supply thy wants Aske what thou wilt and thou shalt haue of me Of me that ioy more in thy libertie Than in this life our light that comforts me Loue O gall in hunnie serpent in the grasse O bifold fountaine of two bitter streames Dissimulation fed with Vipers flesh Whose wordes are oylt whose déedes the dartes of death Thy tongue I know that tongue that me be guil'd Thy selfe a Deuil madest me a Monster vild From thee well knowne well may I blesse my selfe Deere bought repentance bids me shun thy snare Con. O happie Loue if now thou can beware simp. Marie but heare ye motley-beard I think this blindfold buzzardly hedge-wench spoke to ye she knowes ye though she see ye not harke ye you women if you 'il go to the alehouse I le bestow two pots on ye and we 'il get a paire of Cardes and some company and winne twenty pots more for you play the best at a game call'd smelling of the foure knaues that euer I saw Vsu. Foure soft yet they haue not smelt thée Simp. No I am one more than is in the deck but you 'il bee smeld as soone as ye begin to speake I le see what they 'il say to me hear ye you women wiues widdowes maides mens daughters What shall I cal ye these four fellowes hark ye shal I cal ye crafty knaues make me beléeue that you are the three that were the three faire Ladies of London Con. Gentle Simplicity we are vnhappy they Sim. Now ye bad fellowes which of ye had such a word as gentle firâ— Vsu. Bad fellowes yee Rascall If ere you bring me pawne I le pinch yee for that word sim. I cry you mercie M. Iniurie M. vsurie I meant not you Frau. If you meane vs we may be euen with yee too Simp. Tut I knew you an Ostler and a theefe beside you haue rub'd my horse heels er now for al your priâ—e but Ladies if ye be the thrée ladies which of ye dwelt in Kent street one of ye did but I know not which is she ye looke all so like broom-wenches I was once her seruaÌ„t I le nere be ashamed of her though I be rich I she be poore yet if she that hath bene my dame or he that hath bin my maister come in place I le speak to theÌ„ sure I le do my duty which is Lady Consc Con. Euen I am she Simplicity Sim. I am glad ye are out of prison I thought ye had forgot me I went a begging from you til the bedles snapt me vp now I am free and keepe a stall of Ballades I may buy and sell I would you had as good a gown now as I carried once of yours to pawn to Vsury here Con. Gramercy good â—imp wilt thou be with me now simp. No I thank you hartily I le beg no more I can not be with ye though I would for I am maried to painful penury Looke now my proud stately maisters I may if I wil you would if ye might Frau. No not dwel with such a beggar as Conscience simp. No Fraud nere loued Conscience since he was an Ostler Vsu. Who cares for Conscience but dies a begger sim. That wil not Vsury do he wil first take 3. score pound in the hundred Dis. loue looke on me and I will giue thee cloathes loue I will no more by thee be so disguised simp. Ye doe the wiser for his face looks like a cloakbacke Dis. In thy affections I had once a place loue Those fond affections wrought me foul disgrace Dis. I le make amends if ought amisse were done loue Who once are burn'd the fire will euer shun Dis. And yet once burn'd to warme againe may prooue loue Not at thy fire I will be perfect loue simp. I promise you the wenches haue learn'd to answer wittily Her 's many faire proffers to Lucre and loue But who cloaths poore Conscience she may sit long inough Vsu. I wil cloath her straight Vsurie takes Frauds cloak casts it on Cons simp Wil you maister Vsurie that 's honestly spoke Ha that 's no gramercie to cloath her with another mans cloake But I see you haue a craft in the dooing M. Vsury Vsury couers Conscience with Frauds cloake verie cunningly Con. Alas who loades my shoulders with this heauie weed Fy how