POLICY. The greatest gift and good could me befall. POMP. Fair Lucre, lo, my present and myself. LUCRE. Which I, with Nemo's license, gladly take. NEMO. Take her, Lord Pomp; I give her unto thee, Wishing your good may ten times doubled be. POMP. The richest[277] good this world could give to me. PLEASURE. Of duty I, my dear, must give thee this: That art my comfort and my earthly bliss. NEMO. Now, lords, I hope you are contented all: Pomp with his Lucre, Policy with Love, Pleasure with Conscience: joy fall you from above. And thus to you my promise is perform'd, And I expect that yours as well be kept, That present preparation may be made To honour those with holy marriage rites, That I, in presence of the world, may give These as my daughters unto you my sons. POLICY. By my consent one day shall serve us all, Which shall be kept for ever festival. POMP. And on that day, in honour of these dames, These shields in triumph shall be borne about. PLEASURE. With pageants, plays, and what delights may be, To entertain the time and company. NEMO. So it please you, lordings, methinks it were meet, That the ladies took care to provide their own toys. Myself need to help them, who know their minds well, For I can keep women both quiet and constant. POLICY. It pleaseth us well that you will take the pains. Fair ones, for a while ye[278] betake you to your business. POMP. Ladies, adieu. PLEASURE. Beloved, farewell. [_The Lords bring them to the door, and they go out_ [FRAUD _and_ DISSIMULATION _enter disguised], and_ FRAUD[279] _gives_ POLICY _a paper, which he reads, and then says_: POLICY. It seems by this writing, sir, you would serve me. Is your name Skill? whom did you serve last? FRAUD. An ill master, my lord: I served none but myself. POLICY. Have ye never served any heretofore? FRAUD. Yes, divers, my lord, both beyond sea and here. With your patience, my good lord, not offending the same, I think I am your poor kinsman: your lordship, Policy, and I Skill, if it like ye. POLICY. You say very well, and it is very like. I will answer ye anon. [DISSIMULATION _gives_ PLEASURE _a paper, which he reads, and says_: PLEASURE. Is your name Fair Semblance, that wish to serve me? DISSIMULATION. Please your lordship, Fair Semblance. I am well-seen, though I say it, in sundry languages meet for your lordship, or any noble service, to teach divers tongues and other rare things. PLEASURE. I like ye very well; stay a while for your answer. _Enter_ USURY, _and gives a paper to_ POMP, _which he reads, and saith_: POMP. Master Usury, I thank ye that ye offer me your service; it seems to me to be for your old mistress' sake, Lady Lucre. Stay but a while; I will answer you with reason. [_The three Lords go together and whisper, and call_ DILIGENCE. DILIGENCE _goes out for a marking-iron, and returns_. FRAUD. How now, my hearts, think ye we shall speed? [_Aside_. POLICY. Diligence, come hither.