709King. Are the Knights ready to begin the Tryumph?

7101.Lord. They are my Leidge, and stay your comming,

711To present them selues.

712King. Returne them, We are ready, & our daughter heere,

713In honour of whose Birth, these Triumphs are,

714Sits heere like Beauties child, whom Nature gat,

715For men to see; and seeing, woonder at.

716Thai. It pleaseth you (my royall Father) to expresse

717My Commendations great, whose merit's lesse.

718King. It's fit it should be so, for Princes are

719A modell which Heauen makes like to it selfe:

720As Iewels loose their glory, if neglected,

721So Princes their Renownes, if not respected:

722T'is now your honour (Daughter) to entertaine

723The labour of each Knight, in his deuice.

724Thai. Which to preserue mine honour, I'le performe.

726King. Who is the first, that doth preferre himselfe?

727Thai. A Knight of Sparta (my renowned father)

728And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,

729Is a blacke Ethyope reaching at the Sunne:

730The word: Lux tua vita mihi.

731King. He loues you well, that holdes his life of you.

733Who is the second, that presents himselfe?

734Tha. A Prince of Macedon (my royall father)

735And the deuice he beares vpon his Shield,

736Is an Armed Knight, that's conquered by a Lady:

737The motto thus in Spanish. Pue per doleera kee per forsa.

738 3.Knight. Kin. And with the third?

739Thai. The third, of Antioch; and his deuice,

740A wreath of Chiually: the word: Me Pompey prouexit apex.

741 4.Knight.Kin. What is the fourth.

742Thai. A burning Torch that's turned vpside downe;

743The word: Qui me alit me extinguit.

744Kin. Which shewes that Beautie hath his power & will,

745Which can as well enflame, as it can kill.

7465.Knight.Thai. The fift, an Hand enuironed with Clouds,

747Holding out Gold, that's by the Touch-stone tride:

748The motto thus: Sic spectanda fides.

7496.Knight.Kin. And what's the sixt, and last; the which,

750The knight himself with such a graceful courtesie deliuered?

751Thai. Hee seemes to be a Stranger: but his Present is

752A withered Branch, that's onely greene at top,

753The motto: In hac spe viuo.

754Kin. A pretty morrall frõ the deiected state wherein he is,

755He hopes by you, his fortunes yet may flourish.

7561. Lord. He had need meane better, then his outward shew

757Can any way speake in his iust commend:

758For by his rustie outside, he appeares,

759To haue practis'd more the Whipstocke, then the Launce.

7602.Lord. He well may be a Stranger, for he comes

761To an honour'd tryumph, strangly furnisht.

7623. Lord. And on set purpose let his Armour rust

763Vntill this day, to scowre it in the dust.

764Kin. Opinion's but a foole, that makes vs scan

765The outward habit, by the inward man.

766But stay, the Knights are comming,

767We will with-draw into the Gallerie.