BOMELIO [_waking_]. What have I heard? what is it that they say? Amazed quite! confounded every way! My son Hermione, I know that is the same! And that's my prince: now comes grief and shame! PHIZANTIES. My Lord Bomelio, shun not; I know you now. Forgive the fact my father did to you; And what he did, impute it not to me. Thy former place I will restore to thee. In token of our faithful amity, We will be joined in near affinity. BOMELIO. Long live Phizanties, long live in happy ease; The gods be bless'd I live this day to see! What please the one, shall never me displease: Thrice happy now for all my misery. PENULO. Why then, sir, sith everything is come to so good an end, I hope, my good master, you'll stand-by my good friend, And give me but two or three thousand pound a year to live on. LENTULO. Much in my nock, Nichols:[137] you and I shall slave it anon. ARMENIO. Assure thee, Penulo, thou shalt not want as long as I live. LENTULO. Why then, master, mine old master, I pray you forgive Your old runaway. 'Twas for fashion-sake: I'll do so no more. BOMELIO. Look you do not, sirrah, and then I pardon you therefore. [_Enter_ VENUS _and_ FORTUNE.] VENUS. Thus everything united is by Love. Now gods and men are reconcil'd again; On whom, because I did my pleasure prove, I will reward you for your former pain. Receive the favours of our deity, And sing the praise of Venus' sovereignty. FORTUNE. And for I play'd my part with Lady Love, While each did strive for chief authority, Your good deserts Dame Fortune so doth move To give these signs of liberality. Thus for amends of this your late unrest, By Love and Fortune you shall all be blest. And thus hereof this inward care I have, That Wisdom ruleth Love, and Fortune both: Though riches fail, and beauty seem to save, Yet wisdom forward still unconquered go'th. This, we beseech you, take friendly in worth; And sith by Love and Fortune our troubles all do cease, God save her majesty, that keeps us all in peace. Now they and we do all triumph in joy, And Love and Fortune are linked sure friends: All grief is fled; for your annoy Fortune and Love makes all amends. Let us rejoice, then, in the same, And sing high praises of their name. FINIS. THE THREE LADIES OF LONDON. _EDITION_. [_A right excellent and famous Comoedy called the Three Ladies of London. Wherein is Notablie declared and set foorth, how by the meanes of Lucar, Loue and Conscience is so corrupted, that the one is married to Dissimulation, the other fraught with all abhomination. A Perfect Patterne for All Estates to looke into, and a worke right worthie to be marked. Written by R.W. as it hath been publiquely played. At London, Printed by Roger Warde, dwelling neere Holburne Conduit, at the signs of the Talbot. 1584.[138] 4to. Black letter_.] THE PROLOGUE.