_Enter first_ DILIGENCE _with a truncheon, then a boy with_ POLICY'S _lance and shield: then_ POLICY _and_ LOVE, _hand in hand: then_ FRAUD _in a blue gown, red cap, and red sleeves, with_ AMBITION'S _lance and shield: then a boy with_ POMP'S _lance and shield: then_ POMP _and_ LUCRE, _hand in hand: then_ DISSIMULATION _with_ PRIDE'S _lance and shield: then a boy with_ PLEASURE'S _lance and shield: then_ PLEASURE _and_ CONSCIENCE, _hand in hand: then_ SIMPLICITY, _with_ TYRANNY'S _lance and shield. They all going out_, NEMO _stays and speaks_. NEMO. These lords and ladies thus to church are gone, An honoured action to solemnise there; With greater joy will they return anon, Than Caesar did in Rome his laurel wear. Lord Policy hath Love unto his pheer; Lord Pomp hath Lucre to maintain his port; Lord Pleasure Conscience, to direct his sport. Usury is marked to be known; Dissimulation like a shadow fleets, And Simony is out of knowledge grown, And Fraud unfound in London, but by fits. Simplicity with Painful Penury sits; For Hospitality, that was wont to feed him, Was slain long since, and now the poor do need him. That Hospitality was an honest man, But had few friends, alas! if he had any; But Usury, which cut his throat as then, Was succoured and sued for by many. Would Liberality had been by thy side, Then, Hospitality, thou hadst never died. But what mean I, one of the marriage train, To mourn for him will ne'er be had again? His ghost may walk to mock the people rude: Ghosts are but shadows, and do sense delude I talk too long; for, lo, this lovely crew Are coming back, and have performed their due. [_Return as they went, saving that the blue gowns, that bare shields, must now bear torches_: SIMPLICITY _going about spies_ FRAUD, _and falleth on his knees before_ PLEASURE _and_ CONSCIENCE, _saying_-- SIMPLICITY. O Lady Conscience, that art married to Lord Pleasure, Help thy servant, Simplicity, to recover his lost treasure. A boon, my lords, all for Love and Lucre['s] sake; Even as you are true lords, help a false lout to take. PLEASURE. Thou shalt have help: speak, what is the matter? SIMPLICITY. See you yon fellow with the torch in his hand? E'en the falsest villain that is in this land. Let him be laid hold on, that he run not away, And then ye shall hear what I have to say. PLEASURE. Diligence, bring him hither. Good lords and ladies, stay. SIMPLICITY. O Master Fraud, welcome to the butts: Now I'll have my ten shillings in spite of your guts. The French canker consume ye, you were an old Frenchman! De gol' button, gol' ringa, bugla lace! you cosen'd me then. My lords, I beseech ye, that at Tyburn he may totter, For instead of gold the villain sold me copper. PLEASURE. Is this true, Master Skill?