_Enter_ DILIGENCE. DILIGENCE. And here they come, as brave as Philip's son And his Hephaestion wont to be array'd, In glittering gold and party-coloured plumes; With curious pendants on their lances fix'd, Their shields impress'd with gilt copartiments; Their pages careless playing at their backs, As if with conquest they triumphing came. POLICY. If they be conquer'd, 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 resolv'd. [_Exit_ DILIGENCE. POMP. And here they come. O proud Castilians! _Enter first_, SHEALTY _the Herald; then_ PRIDE, _bearing his shield himself, his impress a Peacock; the word_ Nonpareil; _his Page_, SHAME, _after him with a lance, having a pendant gilt, with this word in it_, Sur le Ciel. AMBITION, _his impress a black horse saliant, with one hinder-foot upon the globe of the earth, one fore-foot stretching towards the clouds, his word_ Non sufficit orbis; _his Page_, TREACHERY, _after him, his pendant argent and azure, an armed arm catching at the sunbeams, the word in it_ Et gloriam Phoebi. _Last_, TYRANNY, _his impress a naked child on a spear's-point, bleeding; his word_ Pour sangue; _his Page_, TERROR, _his pendant gules, in it a tiger's head out of a cloud, licking a bloody heart; the word in it_ Cura cruor. _March once about the stage, then stand and view the Lords of London, who shall march towards them, and they give back, then the Lords of London wheel about to their standing, and th' other come again into their places. Then_ POLICY _sends_ FEALTY; _their Herald's coat must have the arms of Spain before, and a burning ship behind_. POLICY. 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. [_As_ FEALTY _is going toward them, they send forth_ SHEALTY. SHEALTY. What wouldst thou, herald? FEALTY. Parley with those three, herald. SHEALTY. They scorn to grace so mean a man as thou With parley or with presence. FEALTY. Do they scorn? What, are thy masters monarchs every one? Or be they gods? or rather be they devils? Scorn they a herald's presence and his speech? Name them, that I may know their mightiness, And so avoid of duties some neglect. SHEALTY. 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. FEALTY. Imperious Spaniard, do a herald right: Thyself art one; their trouchman[271] if thou be, Be thou my trump[272], that I my message may Through thee convey to them from London lords.