The Play of
Tha.A Prince of Macedon (my royall father)
And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,
Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady:
The motto thus in Spanish. Pue Per doleera kee per forsa.
And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,
Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady:
The motto thus in Spanish. Pue Per doleera kee per forsa.
3. Knight. Kin.And with the third?
Thai.The third, of Antioch; and his deuice,
A wreath of Chiually: the word: Me Pompey prouexit apex.
A wreath of Chiually: the word: Me Pompey prouexit apex.
4. Knight. Kin.What is the fourth.
Thai.A burning Torch that's turned vpside downe;
The word: Qui me alit me extinguit.
The word: Qui me alit me extinguit.
Kin.Which shewes that Beautie hath his power & will,
Which can as well enflame, as it can kill.
Which can as well enflame, as it can kill.
5. Knight. Thai. The fift, an Hand enuironed with Clouds,
Holding out Gold, that's by the Touch-stone tride:
The motto thus: Sic spectanda fides.
Holding out Gold, that's by the Touch-stone tride:
The motto thus: Sic spectanda fides.
6 Knight. Kin.And what's the sixt, and last; the which,
The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered?
The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered?
Thai.Hee seemes to be a Stranger: but his Present is
A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top,
The motto: In hac spe uiuo.
A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top,
The motto: In hac spe uiuo.
Kin. A pretty moralle frō the deiected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourish.
He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourish.
1. Lord.He had need meane better, than his outward shew
Can any way speake in his iust commend:
For by his rustie outside, he appeares,
To haue practis'd more the Whipstocke, than the Launce.
Can any way speake in his iust commend:
For by his rustie outside, he appeares,
To haue practis'd more the Whipstocke, than the Launce.
2. Lord.He well may be a Stranger, for he comes
To an honour'd tryumph, strangly furnisht.
To an honour'd tryumph, strangly furnisht.
3. Lord.And on set purpose let his Armour rust
Vntill this day, to scowre it in the dust.
Vntill this day, to scowre it in the dust.
Kin.Opinion's but a foole, that makes us scan
The outward habit, by the inward man.
But stay, the Knights are comming,
We will with-draw into the Gallerie.
The outward habit, by the inward man.
But stay, the Knights are comming,
We will with-draw into the Gallerie.
Great shoutes, and all cry, the meane Knight.
Enter
