POLICY. His thoughts, distract from foul-distempered brain, Proves him the very firebrand[273] of Spain: And in his shield his black disordered beast, Scaling the skies, scornful to tread the ground, And both his words--proud words--prove perfectly Action his page to be but Treachery, Ever attendant on Ambition. But to the third---- SHEALTY. The third grand cavaliero is Government, Severe in justice and in judgment deep: His impress is a naked infant, gor'd Upon a lance, signifying Severity. His word _Pour sangue_; for blood of enemies He bends his forces: on his pendant is A tiger, licking of a bleeding heart; And _Cura cruor_ is the word thereon: His care's for blood of those that dare resist. Yet hight his page, that follows him, Regard, And he for Conscience to this conquest comes. POLICY. The Government of Spain is Tyranny, As do his impress and his words declare: His page is Terror; for a tyrant fears His death in diet, in his bed, in sleep. In Conscience' spite, the Spanish tyranny Hath shed a sea of most unguilty blood. Well, what's the end? SHEALTY. The end is, best you yield, Submitting you to mercy of these lords. POMP. Before we fight? soft, sir; ye brave too fast. Castilians, know that Englishmen will knock. But say, Doth Spanish Pride for London's Lucre gape? PLEASURE. And would their Tyranny Conscience captive have? POLICY. Doth their Ambition London's Love affect? SHEALTY. All this they will, and prey upon your town, And give your lands away before your face. Alas! what's England to the power of Spain? A molehill, to be placed where it pleaseth them. POMP. But in this molehill many pismires be, All which will sting, before they be remov'd. What is thy name? SHEALTY. Shealty. POLICY. An Irish word, signifying liberty; Rather remissness, looseness, if ye will. Why hath thy coat a burning ship behind? SHEALTY. To signify the burning of your fleet By us Castilians. POLICY. It rather means your commonwealth's on fire About your ears, and you were best look home. A commonwealth's compared to a ship: If yours do flame, your country is hot; beware. FEALTY. I see, Castilians, that you marvel much At this same emblem of the olive-tree Upon my back; lo, this it signifies. Spain is in wars; but London lives in peace: Your native fruit doth wither on your soil, And prospers where it never planted was. This London's Fealty doth avouch for truth. Herald of war, and porter of their peace, Command ye me no service to my lords? S. PRIDE. Quid tu cum dominis mox servietis miseri nobis[274]: discede. FEALTY. Quid mihi cum dominis servietis miseri meis! POMP. Shealty, say unto yon Thrasoes three, The Lords of London dare them to the field, Pitying their pride and their ambition, Scorning their tyranny, and yet fearing this, That they are come from home and dare not fight; But if they dare--in joint or several arms, Battle or combat--him that Lucre seeks, Your Spanish Pride, him dare I from the rest.