HONOUR. Now take this sword in hand as a token of victory, This crown from my head to you I shall give: I crown you with it as one most worthy, And see that all vice ye do punish and grieve, For in this world I Honour with you shall remain, And Good Fame from you cannot refrain: And after this life a greater crown you shall attain. G. F. What heart can think, or what tongue can express The great goodness of God, which is almighty? Who seeth this, and seeks not vice to suppress, Honour, Good Fame, yea, and life everlastingly? Thy name be praised, O Lord, therefore, And to thee only be glory and honour! Sith God's Promise hath brought honour into place, I will for a while leave you three alone: For I must depart now for a little space; But I shall come to you again anon. [_Exit_ GOOD FAME. V. L. God's Promise is infallible, his word is most true; And to ground thereon a man may be bold: As Scripture doth testify and declare unto you, On which foundation your building you may behold. For virtuous rulers the fruit of felicity do reap: And reward of fame and honour to themselves they heap. HONOUR. Seeing we have now endued him with the crown and the sword, Which is due unto him by God's promise and word, Let us three sing unto God with one accord. G. P. To sing praises unto God it liketh well me. V. L. And I also with you do thereto agree. A pleasant noise to God's ears it must needs bring, That God's Promise, Honour, and Virtuous Life do sing. _They sing this Song following._ _Life is but short, hope not therein; Virtue immortal seek for to win. Whoso to virtue doth apply, Good fame and honour must obtain. And also live eternally, For virtuous life this is the gain. Life is but, &c._ _God's promise sure will never fail; His holy word is a perfect ground; The fort of virtue, O man, assail, Where treasure always doth abound. Life is but, etc._ _To thee alone be laud and praise, O Lord, that are so merciful; Who never failed at all assays, To aid and help the pitiful. Life is but, etc._ [_Exeunt omnes._ [_Here entereth in_ NICHOL NEWFANGLE, _and bringeth in with him a bag, a staff, a bottle, and two halters, going about the place, showing it unto the audience, and singeth thus:_] [Illustration: Musical notation] Trim mer-chandise, trim trim: trim mer-chandise, trim trim. [_He may sing this as oft as he thinketh good._]