aloofe though loue your harts do arme But ah Polina whether runnes thy words into aduise When others harmes inforst by loue could neuer make thée wise The cause is plaine for that in loue no reason stands in stude And reason is the onely meane that others harmes we dreade Then that the world hereafter may to loue inferre my yll Andrugios Tombe with dayly teares Polina worship wyll And further more I vowde whylst life in mée doth foster breth No one shall vaunt of conquered loue by my Andrugios death These shameful weedes which forst I were that men my fault may know Whilst that I liue shall show I morne for my Andrugio I wyll not byde the sharpe assaultes from sugred words I sent I wyll not trust to careles othes which often wyn consent I wyll cut off occasions all which hope of myrth may moue With ceaseles teares I le quench each cause the kindleth coles of loue And thus tyl death Polina wyll estraunge her selfe from ioy Andrugio to reward thy loue which dyd thy life destroy Exit Act. 5. Scena 4. Rosko alone ROs A Syr in fayth the case is altred quight My mistris late that liued in wretched plight Byds care adue and euery cause of woe The feâ—â—e is fled which made her sorrow so Masâ—â—â— Phallax so vnder props her fame As none for lyfe dare now her lewdnes blame I feare nay hope she hath bewicht him so As haulfe his brybes vnto her share will goe No force for that who others doth deceyue Deserues himselfe lyke measure to receyue Well leaue I Lamia for her selfe to pray Better then I can showe who knowes the way It stands me on for my poore selfe to shyfte And I haue founde a helpe at a dead lyfte My ould friende Grimbals purce with pence is full And if I empty it not Dalia wull The slauering foole what he can rap and rend He loues her so vpon the fylth wyll spend But bye your leaue I le barre her of this match My net and all is set the foole to catch Forsooth before his amorous sute he moue He must be trimd to make her more to loue And in good sooth the world shal hardly fall But that he shal be washt pould shau'd and all And sée the luck the foole is fast I know In that with Rowke he doth so sadly goe Scena 5. Grymball Rowke Rosko GRym God bores as sayst when somewhat handsome ch'am I fayth she wyll come off for very shame Row. Yea without doubt for I sweare by saynt Anne My selfe loues you you are so cleane a young man. Grim. Nay thou woult say so when my face is fayre washt Ros Good luck a Gods name the wodcocke is masht Row. And who Barbes ye Grimball Grim. A dapper knaue one Rosko Ros Well letherface we shall haue you Asse ere you goe Row. I know him not is he a deaft barber Grim. O yea why he is Mistris Lamias powler And looke syrra yen is the lyttell knaue How dost Rosko Ros Whope my eye sight God saue What ould Grimball welcome sit you downe heare Boye Boy Anon. Boy in the house Ros Bay leaues in warme water quick bring cleane geare Boy Strayght Row. As thou sayd'st Grymball this is a feate knaue indeede Ros How say'syr oyntments for a scab â–ª do you neede Row. Scab scuruy Iack I le set you a worke Syr. Grym Nay gogs foote good nowe no more of this stur Row. I fayth Barber I wyll pyck your teeth straight Ros Nay to pick my purse I feare thou dost wayght Row. Yea gogs hart Grym Nay gogs foote Ros Nowe come Ruffen Grim. Leaue if you be men Heare ye me nowe be friendes and by my trothe I hill spende a whole quarte of Ale on you bothe Ros Well masse Grimball I lytle thought I wus You woulde a brought a knaue to vie mee thus Grim. Why knowest him not why it is lustie Rowke Ros A strong theefe I warrant him by his looke Row. Go to Barber no more least Copper you catch Grim. What wilt giue thy nose awaye beware that match For chy see no Copper vnlest be theare Boy brings water Boy Master here is delicate water cleane geare Exit Ros Well to quiet my house and for Grimbals sake If it pleaseth you as friendes we handes will shake Grim. I I do so Row. And for his sake I agrée Grim. Well then that we may drinke straight wayes wash mée Ros Good syr here 's water as sweete as a Rose Nowe whyles I wash your eyes harde you must close Grim. Thus Ros Harder yet Grim. O thus Ros Yea marry so Howe syrra you knowe what you haue to doe Rowke cuttes Grimbals purse Ros Winke harde Grimball Grim. Yes yes I shall Row. Heare 's the tooth pick and all Exit Ros Departe then tyll I call Verie will syr your face is gayly cleane Were your teeth nowe pickt you maye kisse a queane Grim. Sayst thou mee so Good nowe dispatch and awaye I euen fyssell vntyll I smouch Dalia Ros O doo you so I am right glad you tell I else had thought t ad bene your teethe dyd smell Grim. O Lorde gogs foote you picke me to the quicke Ros Quiet your selfe your teeth are furred thicke Grim. O oh no more O God I spattell blood Ros I haue done spyt out this doth you much good Boye Boy Anon. Boy within Ros Bring the drinke in the Porringer To gargalis his teeth Boy It is here syr Exit Ros Wash your feeth with this good maister Grimball Grim. I am poysoned ah it is bytter gall Ros Eate these Comfyts to sweeten your mouth with all Grim. Yea mary syr these are gay sugred geare Ros Their sweetnesse straight wyll make you stinke I feare Grim. VVell nowe what must I paye that chy were gone Ros VVhat you wyll Grim. Sayest me so O c ham vndone Ros Howe nowe Grimball Grim. O Leard my Purse is cutte Ros VVhen where Grim. Nowe here Ros Boye let the doore be shutte If it be here we wyll straight wayes see Where 's he that came with you Grim. I can not tell Ros What is hee Grim. I knowe not Ros Where doth he dwell Grim. O Leard I ken not I. Ros You haue done well This knaue your pence in his pocket hath purst Let 's seeke him out Grim. Nay harke I must neades first O Learde Learde c ham sicke my belly akes too too Ros Thou lookst yll well I le tell thee what to doo Since thou art so sicke straight wayes get thée home To finde this Iacke my selfe abroade wyll rome The rather for that he playde the knaue with mée Gri. C ham sicke in déede and therfore ych thanke thée Ros I sée sometime the blinde man hits a Crowe He maye thanke me that he is plagued soe Gri. Well well Dalia the Lone ych bare to thée Hath made me sicke and pickt my purse from mée Exit Ros A is he
deuise Which proues in loue a certaine godhed lyes And Goddes rule yearely by wisdome from the skyes Whose wyls thinke I are wrought best by the wise In déede diuine I thinke loues working is From reasons vse in that my sences swarue In pleasure paine in payne I fynde a blysse On woe I féede in sight of foode I stearue These strange effects by loue are lodgd in mée My thoughts are bound yet I my selfe am free Phal Well my Good Lord I axe with pardon sought Who she may be that hath your thrauldome wrought Pro. The example is such as I sygh to showe Syster she is to dampned Andrugio Phal All the better for you the game doth goe The prouerbe sayth that kyt wyll vnto kinde If it be true this comfort then I fynde Cassandras flesh is as her brothers frayle Then wyll shée stoupe in chéefe when Lords assayle Pro. The contrary through feare doth worke my payne For in her face such modesty doth raigne As cuttes of louing sutes with chaste disdayne Phal What loue wyll not necessity shall gayne Her brothers lyfe will make her glad and fayne Pro. What is it best Andrugio frée to set Ere I am sure his systers loue to gette Phal My louyng Lord your seruaunt meanes not so But if you will elsewhere in secret goe To worke your wyll assist I hope to showe Pro. With ryght good wyll for such my sicknes is As I shall dye if her good will I mys Exeunt Actus 2. Scena 5. The Hangman with a greate many ropes abought his necke THe wynd is yl blowes no mans gaine for cold I néede not care Here is nyne and twenty sutes of apparell for my share And some berlady very good for so standeth the case As neyther gentelman nor other Lord Promos sheweth Grace But I maruell much poore slaues that they are hanged so soone They were wont to staye a day or two now scarce an after noone All the better for the hangman I pardons dreaded sore Would cutters saue whose clothes are good I neuer feard the poore Let mée see I must be dapper in this my facultie Heare are new ropes how are my knots I saith fyr slippery At fast or loose with my Giptian I meane to haue a cast Tenne to one I read his fortune by the Marymas fast Serg. A way what a stur is this to sée men goe to hanging Han. Hark ▪ god bwy ye I must begone the prisners are a cōming Exit Actus 2. Scena 6. Sixe prisoners bounde with cordes Two Hacksters one VVoman one lyke a Giptian the rest poore Roges a Preacher with other Offycers They sing WIth harte and voyce to thee O Lorde At latter gaspe for grace we crie Vnto our sutes good God accorde VVhich thus appeale to thy mercie Forsake vs not in this distresse Which vnto thee our sinnes confesse Forsake vs not in this distresse VVhich vnto thee our sinnes confesse HAc First Hackster Al sorts of men beware by vs whom presēt death assaults Looke in your conscience what you find sorow for your faults Example take by our fresh harmes see here the fruites of pride I for my part deserued death long ere my theft was spide O careles youth lead lead awrie with euerie pleasing toy Note well my words they are of woorth the cause though my annoy Shun to be pranckt in peacocks plumes for gaze which only are Hate hate the dyce euen as the diuell of wanton Dames beware I was intist by lawles men on theeuish spoyles to feede And nusled once in wicked deedes I feard not to offende From had to worse and worst I fell I would at leysure mende But oh presuming ouer much styll to escape in hope My faultes were found and I adiudgde to totter in a rope To which I go with these my mates likewise for breach of lawes For murder some for theeuerie some and some for litle cause Second nackster ¶ Bewared are frende of quarelling thirst spoile of no mās breaths Blood areth blood I sheeding blood vntimelie catch y death VVo. A woman Maides women shun pride sloth the rootes of euery vice My death ere lōg wil shew their ends God graūt it make you wise Ca. A scoffing catch pole How now Giptian All a mort knaue for want of company Be crustie man the Hangman straight wil reade Fortunes with thée Prea The preacher With this thy scoffing speach good friend offend him not His faults are scorged thine scape perhaps that do deserue his lot Rog. A poors Roge. Iesus saue me I am cast for a purse with three halfepence Of. A churlish officer Dispatch prating knaue and he hangd that we were iogging hēce ¶ They leysurablie depart synging The Preacher whispering some one or other of the Prisoners styll in the care They sing ⧠Our secrete thoughts thou Christ dost knowe VVhome the worlde doth hate in thrall Yet hope we that thou wilt not soe On whome alone we thus do call Forsake vs not in this distresse VVhich vnto thee our sinnes confesse Forsake vs not c. Actus 3. Scena 1. Promos alone PRo Do what I can no reason cooles desire The more I striue my fonde affectes to fame The hotter oh I feele a burning fire Within my breast vaine thoughts to forge and frame O straying effectes of blinde affected Loue From wisdomes pathes which doth astraye our wittes Which makes vs haunt that which our harmes doth moue A sicknesse lyke the Feuer Etticke fittes Which shakes with colde when we do burne like fire Euen so in Loue we freese through chilling feare When as our hartes doth frye with hote desire What saide I lyke to Etticke fittes nothing neare In sowrest Loue some sweete is euer suckt The Louer findeth peace in wrangling strife So that if paine were from his pleasure pluckt There were no Heauen like to the Louers life But why stande I to pleade their ioye or woe And rest vnsure of hir I wish to haue I knowe not if Cassandra loue or no But yet admytte she graunt not what I craue If I benyce to hir brother lyfe to giue Hir brothers life too much wyll make hir yeelde A promise then to let hir brother lyue Hath force inough to make hir flie the fielde Thus though sute fayle necessitie shall wyn Of Lordlie rule the conquering power is such But oh sweete sight see where she enters in Both hope and dreade at once my harte doth tuch Actus 3. Scena 2. Cassandra Promos CAss Cassandra Speakes to her selfe I see two thralles sweete seemes a lytle ioye For fancies free Andrugios breast hath scope But least detract doth rayse a new annoye I nowe will seeke to turne to happe his hope See as I wisht Lord Promos is in place Nowe in my suts God graunt I maye finde grace Shee kneeling speaks to Promos ¶ Renowned Lorde whylst life in me doth last In homage bondes I binde my selfe to thee And though I did thy goodnesse latelie taste
crime but not the cause And thus although I fayne would set thée free Poore wench I feare the grype of slaunders pawes An. Nay sweete sister more slaunder would insawe Your spotles lyfe to reaue your brothers breath When you haue powre for to enlarge the same Once in your handes doth lye my lyfe and death Way that I am the selfe same flesh you are Thinke I once gone our house will goe to wrack Knowe forced faultes for slaunder neede not care Looke you for blame if I quaile through your lack Consider well my great extremitie If other wise this doome I could reuoke I would not spare for any ieberdye To free thee wench from this same heauy yoke But ah I see else no way saues my life And yet his hope may further thy consent He sayde he maye percase make thee his wife And t' is likelie he can not be content With one nights ioye if loue he after seekes And I dischargd if thou aloofe then be Before be lose thy selfe that so he leekes No dought but he to marryage wyll agree Cas And shall I sticke to stoupe to Promos wyll Since my brother inioyeth lyfe thereby No although it doth my credit kyll Ere that he should my selfe would chuse to dye My Andrugio take comfort in distresse Cassandra is wonne thy faunsome great to paye Such care she hath thy thraldome to releace As she consentes her honor for to slay Farewell I must my virgins weedes forsake And lyke a page to Promos lewde repayre Exit An. My good sister to God I thee betake To whome I pray that comforte change thy care Actus 3. Scena 5. Phallax alone PHal. T is more then straunge to see Lord Promos plight He fryskes abought as byrdes ware in his breech Euen now he seemes through hope to taste delight And straight through feare where he clawes it doth not ytch He museth now strayght wayes the man doth sing A sight in sooth vnseemely for his age He longing lookes when any newes shal bring To speake with him without there waytes a page O worthy wit fyt for a Iudges head Vnto a man to chaunge a shiftles mayde Wyncke not on me t was his and not my deede His nay his rule this Metamorphos made But Holla tongue no more of this I pray Non bonus est ludere cum sanctis The quietest and the thryftiest course they say Is not to checke but prayse great mens amys I finde it true for soothing Promos vaine None lyke my selfe is lykte in his conceyte While fauour last then good I fist for gaine For Grace wyll not byte alwayes at my bayte And as I wish at hande good Fortune see Here coms Phallax and Gripax but what 's this As good as fayre handsell God graunt it bee The knaues bring a Woman Coram nobis Actus 3. Scena 6. ¶ Phallax Gripax Rapax a Bedell and one with a browne Byll bring in Lamia and Rosko hir man. LA. Teare not my clothes my friends they cost more thē you are a ware Be. Tush soon you shal haue a blew gown for these take you no care Ro. If she tooke thy offer poore knaue thy wife would starue w cold Gri. Well syr whipping shall kéepe you warme Phal What meanes these knaues to scolde Ra. Maister Phallax we finde you in good time A VVoman here we haue brought afore you One to be chargde with many a wanton crime Which tryall will with proofe inough finde true A knaue of hirs we haue stayed likewise Both to be vs'd as you shall vs aduise Phal What call you hir name Ra. Lamia Phal Faire Dame hereto what do you saye La. Worshipfull Sir my selfe I happy reake VVith patience that my aunswer you will heare These naughtie men these wordes on mallice speake And for this cause yll wyll to me they beare I scornde to kéepe their mindes with money playe I meane to kéepe my life from open shame Yea if I lyu'd as lewdlie as they saye But I that knewe my selfe vnworthy shame Shrunk not to come vnto my triall nowe My tale is tolde conceyue as lyketh you Phal My friends what proofe haue you against this dame Speake on sure ground least that you reape the shame The wrong is great and craues great recompence To touch her honest name without offence Gri. All Iulio Syr doth ryng of her lewd lyfe Byl. In deede she is knowne for an ydle huswife Ros He lyes she is occupied day and night Phal To sweare against her is there any wight Ra. No not present but if you do detayne her There wil be found by oth some that wyll stayne her Phal I see she is then on suspition stayde Whose fawltes to search vpon my charge is layde From charge of her I therfore will set you frée My selfe will search her faultes if any be A Gods name you may depart 2 or 3. speake God bwy Syr. Gri. In such shares as this henceforth I will begin For all is his in his clawes that commeth in Exeunt Phal Fayre Lamia since that we are alone I plainely wyll discourse to you my minde I thinke you not to be so chast a one As that your lyfe this fauor ought to fynde No force for that since that you scot free goe Vnpunished whose life is iudged yll Yet thinke through loue this grace the Iudge doth show And loue with loue ought to be answered styll La. Indeede I graunt although I could reproue Their lewde Complayntes with goodnesse of my lyfe Your curtesy your detter doth me proue In that you tooke ▪ my honest fame in stryfe My aunswere for discharge of their report For which good turne I at your pleasure rest To worke amends in any honest sort Phal Away with honesty your answeare then in sooth Fyts me as iumpe as a pudding a Friars mouth Ros He is a craftie childe dally but do not La. Tush I warrant thee I am not so whot Your wordes are too harde Sir for me to conster Phal Then to be short your rare bewtie my hart hath wounded so As saue your loue become my leach I sure shall die with woe La. I see no signe of death in your face to appeare T is but some vsuall qualme you haue pitifull Dames to fears Phal Faire Lamia trust me I faine not betimes bestow som grace La. Well I admit it so onelie to argue in your case I am maried so that to set your loue on me were vaine Phal It suffiseth me that I may your secrete friend remaine Ros A holie Hoode makes not a Frier deuoute He will playe at small game or he sitte out La. Though for pleasure or to proue me these profers you do moue You are to wise to hassarde life vpon my yeelding loue The man is painde with present death that vseth wanton pleasure Phal To scape such paine wise men these ioyes without suspect cā measure Furthermore I haue ben my Girle a Lawier to too lōg If at a pinche I cannot wrest
gone a foole company him In good soothe Sir this match fadged frim Well I wyll trudge to finde my tellewe Rowke To share the price that my deuise hath tooke Exit Actus 5. Scena 6. Cassandra in blacke CAs The heauy chardge that Nature bindes me too I haue perform'd ingrau'd my Brother is O woulde to God to ease my ceaseles woo My wretched bones intombed were with his But O in vaine this bootelesse wish I vse I poore I must lyue in sorrowe ioynde with shame And shall he lyue that dyd vs both abuse And quench through rule the coles of iust reuenge O no I wyll nowe hye me to the King To whome I wyll recount my wretched state Lewde Promos rape my Brothers death and all And though with shame I maye this tale relate To prooue that force enforced me to fall When I haue showne Lorde Promos fowle misdeedes This knife foorthwith shall ende my woe and shame My gored harte which at his feete then bleedes To scorge his faultes the King wyll more inflame In déedes to doo that I in woordes pretende I nowe aduise my iourney to the King Yet ere I go as Swans sing at their ende In solemne Song I meane my knell to ryng Cassandraes Song SIth fortune thwart doth crosse my ioyes with care Sith that my blisse is chaungde to bale by fate Sith frowarde chaunce my dayes in woe doth weare Sith I alas must mone without a mate I wretch haue vowde to sing both daye and night O sorrowe slaye all motions of delight ¶ Come grieslie griefe torment this harte of mine Come deepe dispaire and stoppe my loathed breath Come wretched woe my thought of hope to pine Come cruell care preferre my sute to death Death ende my wo which sing both daye and night O sorrowe slaye all motions of delight Exit FINIS G. W. ⧠The seconde part of the Famous Historie of Promos and Cassandra Set forth in a Comicall Discourse by George Whetstone Gent. Formae nulla fides ⧠The seconde parte of the Historie of Promos and Cassandra Actus 1. Scena 1. ¶ Polina in a blewe Gowne shadowed with a blacke Sarcenet going to the Temple to praye vpon Andrugios Tombe PRomise is debt and I my vowe haue past Andrugios Tombe to wash with daylie teares Which Sacrifice although God wot in waste I wyll performe my Alter is of cares Of fuming sighes my offring incense is My pittious playntes in steede of Prayers are Yea woulde to God in penaunce of my mys I with the rest my loathed lyfe might share But O in vaine I wish this welcomde ende Death is to slowe to slaye the wretched wight And all to soone he doth his forces bende To wounde their hartes which wallowe in delight Yet in my care styll goes my passing Bell So ofte as I. Andrugios death doo minde So ofte as men with poynted fingers tell Their friendes my faultes which by my weedes they finde But O the cause with Death which threates me most I wysh to dye I dye through wretched woe My dying harte desires to yéelde the ghost My traunces straunge a present death foreshowe But as the reede doth bow at euery blast To breake the same when rowghest stormes lackes might So wretched I with euery woe doe waste Yet care wants force to kyll my hart out ryght O gratious God and is my gilt so great As you the same with thousand deathes must wreake You will it so else care I could intreate With halfe these woes my thryd of lyfe to breake But what meanst thou Polina most accurst To muse why God this pennaunce ioynes thée to Whose correction although we take at worst To our great good he doth the same bestow So that syth grése can not relyue my friend Syth scorching syghes my sorrowes cannot drye Syth care himselfe lackes force my lyfe to ende Syth styll I lyue that euery howre doe dye Syth mighty God appoyntes my pennaunce so In mornefull song I wyll my patience show Polinas Song A Myd my bale the lightning ioy that pyning care doth bring VVith patience cheares my heauy hart as in my vvoes I sing I knovv my Gilt I feele my scurge my ease is death I see And care I fynde by peecemeale vveares my hart to set mee free O care my comfort and refuge feare not to worke thy vvyll VVith patience I thy corfiues byde feede on my life thy fyll Thy appetyte vvith syghes and teares I dayly vvyl procure And wretched I wil vaile to death throw when thou wilt thy Lure Exit Polina Actus 1. Scena 2. Enter a Messenger from the King. I Haue at length though wéery come in troth Obtaynd a fight of Iulios stately walles A Kings message can not be done with floth Whome he bids goé must runne through myre and dyrt And I am sent to Lord Promos in post To tel him that the king wyll sée him strayght But much I feare that Promos néedes not bost Of any gayne by his soueraygnes receyte But Holla tongue of lauysh spéeche beware Though subiects oft in Princes meaning prye They must their words and not their myndes declare Vnto which course I wyll my tongue apply Lord Promos shall my princes comming know My prince himselfe the cause thereof shall show Exit Actus 1. Scena 3. Rosko Lamias man. ROs I st possible that my Mistris Lamia Ouer the shooes should bâ—yn loue with Phallax Why by Iesâ—â— as she her selfe doth saye With pure good ioyll her harte doth melt lyke waxe And this I am sure euery howre they themselues By their sweete selues or by their letters greete But the sporte is to see the louing elues Byll together when they in secret meete She lowres he lauffes she syghes threwe pure loue Nay nay sayes he good pugges no more of this Well sayes shee and wéepes my griefe you do not proue Then strayght this storme is cheared with a kys And then a both sides three wordes and a smouch Within hir eare then whispereth this slouch And by the way he stumbleth on her lyppes Thus eyther stryues most louing signes to show Much good doo it them syth they are both content Once I am sure how so the game doth goe I haue no cause their lyking to repent I syldome doe betweene them message beare But that I haue an Item in the hande Well I must trudge to doe a certaine chare Which take I tyme cocke for my gayne doth stand Actus 1. Scena 4. Phallax Dowson a Carpenter PHal. Dispatch Dowson vp with the frame quickly So space your roomes as the nyne worthyes may Be so instauld as best may please the eye Dow. Very good I shall Phal Nay soft Dowson stay Let your man at saynt Annes crosse out of hande Ereckt a stage that the Wayghts in sight may stande Dow. Wyll you ought else Phal Soft awhyle let mée sée On Iesus gate the fowre vertues I trow Appoynted are to stand Dow. I syr they are so Phal Wel
officers can hyde In euery case their crafte they collour so As styll they haue stryckt lawe vpon their side These cunning Théeues with lawe can Lordships steale When for a sheepe the ignoraunt are trust Yea who more rough with small offenders deale Then these false men to make themselues seeme iust The tirant Phallaris was praysed in this When Perillus the brasen torment made He founde the wretch strayght wayes in some amys And made him first the scourge thereof taste A iust reward for such as doe present An others fault himselfe the guiltyest man. Well to our weale our gratious king is bent To taste these theeues to vse what meanes he can But as at Cheastes though skylfull players play Skyllesse vewers may see what they omyt So though our king in searching Iudgement may Gesse at their faultes which secret wronges commit Yet for to iudge by trueth and not by ame My selfe in cheefe his highnesse doth auctorise On proofe for to returne who meryts blame And as I fynde so he himselfe will punish So that to vse my charge indyfferently My Clyents wronges I wyll with wytnesse trye As he is going out Pimos a young gentelman speakes to him Actus 2. Scena 6. PI. Sir Vlrico I humbly craue to know What good successe my honest sute ensues VI. Master Pimos in breete the same to showe I feare you both my order wyll refuse Lyros that thinkes he geues more then he should And you for that you haue not what you would Pi. It shall goe hard if that your award mistikes mée VI. Wel goe with mee and you the same shall see Pi. I waight on you Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 1. Phallax PHal. My troubled hart with guiltynesse agreu'd Lyke fyre doth make my eares and cheekes to glow God Graunt I scape this blacke day vnrepreu'd I care not how the game goe to morrow Well I wyll set a face of brasse on it And with the rest vpon the King attend Who euen anon wyll heare in Iudgement syt To heauen or hel some officers to send But soft a pryze Gripax and Rapax I sée A share of their venture belonges to mée Actus 3. Scena 2. Gripax Rapax Promoters Iohn Adroynes A Clowne Phallax JOhn Nay good honest Promoters let mée go Gri. Tush Iohn Adroines we must not leaue you so What an ould hobclunch a wanton knaue You shal to the King. Iohn Marry Iohn Adroynes God saue The king why he wyll not looke of poore men Ra. Yes yes and wyll spye a knaue in your face Iohn Wyll he so then good you he gone apace Gri. And why Iohn Least in my face he spye you too Phal Haue you séene a dawe bebob two crowes so Ra. Well come awaye syr patch Iohn Leaue or by God I le scratch They fawle a fightyng Gri. What wilt thou so Iohn Yea and byte too Gri. Helpe Rapax play the man. Iohn Nay do both what you can Phal If that in bobs theyr bargayne be In fayth they share alone for mee Ra. What bytest thou hobclunch Iohn Yea that chull and punch Gri. O Lorde God my hart Iohn Knaues I le make you fart Ra. Hould thy hands Lob Iohn Fyrst take this bob Phal To parte this fraye it is bye time I can tell My Promoters else of the roste wyll smell Ra. O my neck thou wylt breake Iohn Yea Gods ames cryst thou creake Phal How now my friends why what a stur is this Gri. Marry Phal What Iohn Care they part I le make them pys Phal Houlde no more blowes Iohn Knaues this honest man thanke That you scape so well Phal Friend be not to cranke I am an officer and meane to know The cause why you brauld thus before I goe Your bobs show that the same you best can tell Ra. I would your worship felt the same as well I then am sure this blockhedded slaue For both his faultes double punishment should haue Phal What faultes Ra. Marry Iohn He wyll lye lyke a dogge Phal How now you churle your tongue would haue a clog Say on Ra. To showe his first and chiefest faughte His Fathers maide and he are naught Iohn What I Ra. I. Iohn By my Grandsires soule you lye Phal Peace Friende for this faulte thou must dye Iohn Dye Learde saue vs you sqawde knowe I le 〈◊〉 yée For reforming a lye thus against mée Phal Tush tush it helpeth not if they can proue this Gri. For some proofe I sawe him and the Maide kys Iohn Can not foke kys but they are naught by and by Phal This presumption friende wyll touch thee shrowdlie If thou scape with life be thou sore of this Thou shalt be terriblie whypped for this kys Iohn Whypt mary God shielde chy had rather be hangde◠Ra. Growte nowle come to the King. Iohn Arte not well hangde Phal Well good fellowes le ts take vp this matter Gri. Nay first Iohn Adroines shal be trust in a halter Phal Why helpes it you to sée the poore man whypt I praye you friendes for this tyme let him go Iohn Stande styll and chull whether they wyll or no Ra. Nay but we charge him in the Kings name staye thée Phal Harke honest man I warrant thée set frée Grease them well in their handes and speake them fayre Iohn O Leard God our tallowe potte is not here Phal Tush clawe them with money Iohn Why so my nayles are sharpe Phal I see for Clownes Pans Pype is méeter thē Apolles Harpe They can skyll of no Musicke but plaine Song Gri. I praye le ts goe we tryfle tyme too long Phal Strayght Cockes soule knaue stoppe his mouth with money Iohn O I ken you nowe syr chy crie you mercie Ra. Come on slouch wylt please you be iogging hence Iohn Here is all tenne shyllinges and thyrtene pence Phal Harke ye my friendes Gri. We must not let him goe Phal Harke once more Iohn Giue them the money Phal It shall be so Ra. Well although he deserues great punishment For your sake for this tyme we are content Iohn Adroines farewell henceforth be honest And for this faulte wyll passe it ore in ieast Exeunt Iohn Then giues our money Phal Why Iohn Why they dyd but ieast Phal Yea but they tooke thy money in earnest Exit Iohn Art gone nowe the Dewle choake you all with it Howe chy kisse againe the knaues hae taught me wyt But by Saint Anne chy do see hur lady Men maye do what them woll that haue money Ich surely had bene whipt but for my golde But chull no more with smouches be so bolde Yea and ych wysh all Louers to be wyse There be learing knaues abroade haue Cattes eyes Why by Gods bores they can bothe see and marke If a man steale but a smouch in the darke And nowe the worlde is growne to such iollie spye As if foke doo kysse the' are naught by and by Well ych wyll home and tell my Father Droyne Howe that two theeues robd mee of my