SIMONIDES
Are the knights ready to begin the triumph?
FIRST LORD
They are, my liege;
And stay your coming to present themselves.
SIMONIDES
Return them, we are ready; and our daughter,
In honour of whose birth these triumphs are,
Sits here, like beauty’s child, whom Nature gat
For men to see, and seeing wonder at.
THAISA
It pleaseth you, my royal father, to express
My commendations great, whose merit’s less.
SIMONIDES
It’s fit it should be so; for princes are
A model, which heaven makes like to itself:
As jewels lose their glory if neglected,
So princes their renowns if not respected.
now your honour, daughter, to entertain
The labour of each knight in his device.
THAISA
Which, to preserve mine honour, I’ll perform.
SIMONIDES
Who is the first that prefer himself?
THAISA
A knight of Sparta, my renowned father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is a black Ethiope reaching at the sun:
The word, Lux tua vita mihi.
SIMONIDES
He loves you well that holds his life of you.
SIMONIDES
Who is the second that presents himself?
THAISA
A prince of Macedon, my royal father;
And the device he bears upon his shield
Is an arm’d knight that’s conquer’d by a lady;
The motto thus, in Spanish, Piu por dulzura que por forza.
SIMONIDES
And what’s the third?
THAISA
The third of Antioch;
And his device, a wreath of chivalry;
The word, Me pompae provexit apex.
SIMONIDES
What is the fourth?
THAISA
A burning torch that’s turned upside down;
The word, Quod me alit me extinguit.
SIMONIDES
Which shows that beauty his power and will,
Which can as well inflame as it can kill.
THAISA
The fifth, an hand environed with clouds,
Holding out gold that’s by the touchstone tried;
The motto thus, Sic spectanda fides.
SIMONIDES
And what’s the sixth and last, the which the knight himself
With such a graceful courtesy deliver’d?
THAISA
He seems to be a stranger; but his present is
A wither’d branch, that’s only green at top;
The motto, In hac spe vivo.
SIMONIDES
A pretty moral;
From the dejected state wherein he is,
He hopes by you his fortunes yet may flourish.
FIRST LORD
He had need mean better than his outward show
Can any way speak in his just commend;
For by his rusty outside he appears
To have practised more the whipstock than the lance.
SECOND LORD
He well may be a stranger, for he comes
To an honour’d triumph strangely furnished.
THIRD LORD
And on set purpose let his armour rust
Until this day, to scour it in the dust.
SIMONIDES
Opinion’s but a fool, that makes us scan
The outward habit by the inward man.
But stay, the knights are coming.
We will withdraw into the gallery.