then about your charge I wyll fore sée The Confort of Musick well plast to be Dow. I am gone syr Exit Actus 1. Scena 5. The Bedall of the Taylers Phallax BE. Heare you maister Phallax The Wardens of the Marchantaylers are Where with themselues they shall their Pageaunt place Phal With what strange showes doo they their Pageaunt graces Be. They haue Hercules of Monsters conqueryng Huge great Grants in a forest fighting With Lyons Beares VVolues Apes Foxes and Grayes Baiards Brockes c. Phal O woudrons frayes Marry syr since they are prouided thus Out of their wayes God kéepe Maister Pediculus Be. You are plesaunt syr but with spéede I pray You aunswere mée I was charged not to stay Phal Because I know you haue all things currant They shall stand where they shal no viewers want How say you to the ende of Ducke Alley Be. There all the beggers in the towne wil be Phal O most attendaunce is where beggers are Farewell away Be. I wyll your wyll declare Exit Actus 1. Scena 6. Phallax Two men apparrelled lyke greene men at the Mayors feast with clubbes of fyre worke PHal. This geare fadgeth now that these fellowes peare Friendes where waight you First In Iesus stréete to keepe a passadge cleare That the King and his trayne may passe with ease Phal O very good Second Ought else Syr do you please Phal No no about your charge Both. We are gone Exeunt Phal A syr heare is short knowledge to entertayne a kyng But O O quid non pecunia yea at a dayes warning The king in prouision that thought to take vs tardy As if we had a yeare bene warnd shall by his welcome sée I haue yet one chare to do but soft heare is Rotko I must néedes delyuer him a messadge before I goe Actus 1. Scena 7. Rosko Phallax Ros I sayth I haue noble newes for Lamia Phal Nay soft friend Rosko take myne in your way Ros Mayster Phallax Osyd I cry you mercy Phal Rosko with speede tell thy Mistris from mée The King straight wayes wyll come to the Cytie In whose great trayne there is a company Within her house with moe shall mery be Therefore for my sake wyll her to foresée To welcome them that nothing wanting be This is all I wyll for want of leysure Exit Ros I wyll not fayle syr to show your pleasure Mary in fayth these newes falles iumpe with the rest They shal be welcome and fare of the best But although they well fyll their bodyes thus Their purses will be dryuen to a non plus No force a whyt each pleasure hath his payne Better the purce then body starue of wayne Well I wyll trudge my welcome newes to tell And then abroade good company to smell Exit Actus 1. Scena 8. Coruinus the King Cassandra two counsellers And Vaislao a young noble man. KYng Cassandra we draw neare vnto the Towne So that I wyll that you from vs depart Tyll further of our pleasure you doe heare Yet rest assur'd that wycked Promos Shall abide such punishment as the world Shall hould mée iust and cleare thee of offence Cas Dread soueraigne as you wyl Cassandra goeth hence Exit King. I playnely see it tendes to great behoue That Prynces oft doo vayle their eares to heare The Misers playnt for though they doe appoynt Such as they thynke will Iustice execute Aucthority is such a commaunder As where as men by office beareth sway If they their rule by conscience measure not The poore mans ryght is ouercome by might If loue or hate from Iustice leade the Iudge Then money sure may ouer rule the case Thus one abuse is cause of many moe And therefore none in Iudges ought to be How Rulers wrong fewe tales are tould the King The reason is their power keepes in awe Such men as haue great cause for to complayne If Cassandra her goodes nay lyfe preferd Before reuenge of Promos trechery I had not knowne his detestable rape The which he forst to saue her brothers lyfe And furthermore Andrugios raunsome payde I had not knowne be put him vnto death For when good soule she had this treason tould Through very shame her honour so was spoyld She drewe her knyfe to wound her selfe to death Whose pysious plyght my hart prouockt to wrath At Promos wyles So that to vse undifferency to both Euen in the place where all these wronges were none My selfe am come to syt vpon the cause But see where Promos and the Mayor waight To welcome mee with great solemnity With cheereful showe I shadowe wyll the hate I beare to him for his insolency Perhaps I may learne more of his abuse Whereby the more his punishment may be Come my Lords to the Towne haste we apace All speake We all are prest to wayght vpon your Grace Actus 1. Scena 9. ¶ Promos Maior three Aldermen in red Gownes vvith a Sworde bearer awayghtes the Kinges comming Promos his briefe Oration PRo Renowned King lo here your faithful subiects preast to show The loyall duetie which in ryght they to your highnesse owe. Your presence cheares all sorts of vs yet ten times more we ioye You thinke vs stoarde our warning short for to receyue a Roye Our wyll is such as shall supplie I trust in vs all want And where good wyll the welcome geues prouision syld is scant Loe this is all yea for vs all that I in wordes bestowe Your Maiestie our further zeale in ready deedes shall knowe And first dreade King I render you the swoorde of Iustice heare Which as your Liuetenant I trust vprightlie I dyd heare The King delyuers the Sworde to one of his Counsell KIng Promos the good report of your good gouernment I heare Or at the least the good conceyte that towards you I beare To incourage you the more in Iustice to perseauer Is the chéefe cause I dyd addresse my Progresse heather Pro. I thanke your Highnesse The Maior presentes the King with a fayre Purse MA. Renowned King our ready wylles to showe In your behalfe our goodes nay lyues to spende In all our names I fréelie here bestowe On your Highnes this Purse vnto this ende To poâ—◠〈◊〉 your most Royall Maiestie In all our wealth therto bounde by duetie Kin Your great good wyls and gyfts with thanks I take But kéepe you styll your goodes to do you good It is inough and all that I do craue If néedes compels for your and our safety That you in part your proffers large performe And for this time as outward showes make proofe It is inough and all that I desire That your harts and tongues alyke byd me welcome All. Lord preserue your Maiesty ¶ Fiue or sixe the one halfe men the other vvomen neare vnto the Musick singing on some stage erected from the ground During the first parte of the song the King faineth to talke sadlie vvith some of his Counsell The Kings Gentleman Vsher. Forewards my Lordes They
their cost bestowde of fyne Lamia To saue hir féete from harde stones and colde waye Into a Carte they dyd the queane conuaye Apparelled in collours verie gaye Both Hoode and Gowne of greene and yellowe Saye Hir Garde weare Typstaues all in blewe arraye Before hir a noyse of Basons dyd playe In this triumphe she ryd well nye a daye Fie fie the Citie is so purged nowe As they of none but honest men allowe So that farewell my parte of thriuing there But the best is flattrers lyue euerie where Set cocke on hoope Domini est terra If thou can not where thou wouldst lyue where thou maye Yes yes Phallax knoweth whether to go Nowe God bwy ye all bonest men of Iulio As the Deuilles lykes the company of Friers So flattrers loues as lyfe to ioyne with lyers Actus 5. Scena 1. Andrugio disguised in some long blacke Cloake AN. These two dayes I haue bene in Court disguis'd Where I haue learnd the scorge that is deuis'd For Promos faulte he my Syster spowsed hath To salue hir Fame crackt by his breache of fayth And shortlie he must lose his subtyll head For murdring me whome no man thinkes but dead His wyll was good and therfore beshrewe mee If mou'd with ruthe I seeke to set him free But softlie with some newes these fellowes come I wyll stande close and heare both all and some Actus 5. Scena 2. Enter Vlrico Marshall VL Marshall heare you warrant is with spéede The king commaundes that Promos you behead Mar. Sir his highnesse wyll shal be forthwith done Exit Marshall Vl. The king welnye to pardon him was wonne His heauy wyfe such stormes of teares did showre As myght with rueth haue moyst a stony hart But Promos guylt dyd soone this grace deuoure Our gratious king before hir wretched smart Preferd the helth of this our common weale But see againe to sue for him she comes Her ruthfull lookes her gréefe doth force mée féele With hope I must hir sorrowes néedes delay Tyll Promos be dispacht out of the way Actus 5. Scena 3. Cassandra CAs Syr Vlrico if that my vnknowne gréefe May moue good mindes to helpe mee to releefe Or bytter syghes of comfort cleane dismayde May moue a man a shiftlesse dame to ayde Rue of my teares from true intent which flowe Vnto the king with me yet once more goe Sée if his grace my husbands lyfe wyll saue If not with his death shall my corps ingraue Vl. What shall I doe her sorrowes to decreace Feede her with hope fayre dame this mone surcease I see the king to grace is somewhat bent We once agayne thy sorrowes wyll present Come we wyl wayght for tyme thy sute to show Cas Good knight for time doe not my sute foreslowe Whylst grasse doth growe ofte sterues the seely stéede Vl. Feare not your Lorde shal not dye with such spéede Exeunt Enter Andrugio An. Lord God how am I tormented in thought My sisters woe such rueth in me doth graue As fayne I would if ought saue death I caught Bewray my selfe Lord Promos life to saue But lyfe is sweete and naught but death I eye If that I should my safety now disclose So that I chuse of both the euels he dye Time wyll appease no dought Cassandras woes And shal I thus acquite Cassandras loue To worke her ioy and shall I feare to dye Whylst that she lyue no comforte may remoue Care from her harte if that hir husband dye Then shall I stycke to hasard lym nay life To salue hir greefe since in my cure it rests Nay fyrst I wil be spoyld with blooddy knife Before I fayle her plunged in distres Death is but death and all in fyne shall dye Thus being dead my fame shall liue alway Well to the king Andrugio now wyll hye Hap lyfe hap death his safety to bewray Exit Actus 5. Scena 4. The Marshall three or fowre with halbards Leading Promos to execution BYl. A Bylmā Roome friends what meane you thus to gase on vs A comes behinde makes all the sport I wus Pro. Farewell my friendes take warning by my fall Disdaine my life but lysten to my ende Fresh harmes they say the viewers so apall As oft they win the wicked to amend I neede not heare my faultes at large resyte Vntimely death doth witnesse what I was A wicked man which made eache wrong seeme right Euen as I would was wrested euery case And thus long tyme I liu'd and rule by wyl Where as I lou'd their faultes I would not sée Those I did hate tenne tymes beyond there yll I did persue vyle wretch with cruelty Yea dayly I from bad to worse did slyde The reason was none durst controule my lyfe But sée the fall of mischeeue in his pride My faultes were knowne and loe with bloddy Axe The headseman strayght my wronges with death wyll quite The which in worth I take acknowledging The doome was geuen on cause and not on spyte Wishing my ende might serue for a warning For such as rule and make their will a lawe If to such good my faynting tale might tend Wretched Promos the same would lenger draw But if that wordes preuayle my wofull ende From my huge faultes then tenne times more wyll warne Forgeuenesse now of all the world I craue Therewith that you in zealous prayer wyll Beseeche of God that I the grace may haue At latter gaspe the feare of death to kyll Mar. Forwards my Lord me thinkes you fayntly goe Pro. O syr in my case your selfe would be as slowe Actus 5. Scena 5. Enter Cassandra Polina and one mayde CAs Aye me alas my hope is vntimely Whether goes my good Lord Pro. Swéete wife to dye Cas O wretched wench where may I first complayne When heauen and earth agrees vpon my payne Pro. This mone good wife for Chrystes sake forsake I late resolu'd through feare of death now quake Not so much for my haynous sinnes forepast As for the greefe that present thou dost tast Cas Nay I vile wretch should most agréeued be Before thy time thy death which hastened haue But O swete husband my fault forgeue mée And for amends I le helpe to fyll thy graue Pro. Forgeue thee ab nay for my soules reléefe Forget swéete wyfe this thy most guyltles gréefe Mar. My Lord Promos these playntes but moue hir mone And your more gréefe it is best you ware gone Good Maddame way by lawe your Lord doth dye Wherefore make vertue of necessity Delay but workes your sorrowes and our blames So that now to the comfort of these dames And your wisdome inforced we leaue you My Lord Promos byd your wife and friends adew Pro. Farewell farewell be of good cheare deare wyfe With ioy for woe I shall exchange this life Andrugios death Polina forgeue mée Poli. I doe and pray the Lord to reléeue yée Cas Yet ere we part sweete husband let vs kis O at his lyppes why fayleth not my breath Pro.
Leaue mone swete wife I doe deserue this death Farewell farewell They all depart saue Polina Cassandra and her vvoman CAs My louing Lorde farewell I hope ere long my soule with thine shall dwell Po. Now good Madame leaue of this bootelesse griefe Cas O Polina sorrowe is my reliefe Wherfore sweete wenche helpe me to rue my woe With me vyle wretche thy bytter plaintes bestowe To hasten lyngring death who wanteth might I sée alone to sley the wretched wight Po. Nay first powre foorth your playnts to the powers Diuine When hate doth clowde all worldly grace whose mercies styll do shine Cas O so or no thy motion doeth well Swan lyke in song to towle my passing Bell. The Song of Cassandra ¶ Deare Dames diuorse your minds frō ioy helpe to bewayle my wo Condole with me whose heauy sights the pangs of death do shoe Rend heairs shed teares poore wēch distrest to hast the means to dye VVhose ioye annoy reliefe whose griefe hath spoyld with crueltie My brother slaine my husband ah at poynt to lose his head VVhy lyue I then vnhappy wench my suckers being dead O time O cryme O cause O lawes that Iudgd them thus to dye I blame you all my shame my thrall you hate that harmelesse trye This Tragidy they haue begun conclude I vvretched must O vvelcome care consume the thread thereto my life doth trust Sound bell my knell avvay delaie and geue mee leaue to dye Les hope haue scope vnto my hart a fresh for ayde to flye Enter Ganio sometime Andrugios Boye GA. O swéete newes for Polina and Cassandra Andrugio lyues Po. What doth poore Ganie saye Ga. Andrugio lyues and Promos is repriu'd Cas Vaine is thy hope I sawe Andrugio dead Ga. Well then from death he is againe reuyu'd Euen nowe I sawe him in the market stead Po. His wordes are straunge Cas Too swéete God wot for true Ga. I praye you who are these here in your view Cas The King. Ga. Who more Po. O. I see Andrugio Cas And I my Lorde Promos adue sorrowe Enter the King Andrugio Promos Vlrico the Marthall PO. My good Andrugio An. My swéete Polina Cas Lyues Andrugio welcome swéete brother An. Cassandra Cas I. An. Howe fare my deare Syster King. Andrugio you shall haue more leysure To gréete one another it is our pleasure That you forthwith your Fortunes here declare And by what meanes you thus preserued weare An. My faull through loue and iudgement for my faulte Lorde Promos wronges vnto my Sister done My death supposde dreade King were vaine to tell Cassandra heare those dealinges all hath showne The rest are these When I should dye the Gayler mou'd to ruth Declard to mée what Promos pleasure was Amazde wherat I tolde him all the trueth What betwene Cassandra and him dyd passe He much agrieu'd Lorde Promos guylt to heare Was verie lothe mée wofull man to harme At length iust God to set me wretched cleare With this defence his wylling minde dyd arme Two dayes afore to death were diuers done For seuerall faultes by them committed So that of them he tooke the head from one And to Cassandra the same presented Affirming it to be bi r brothers head Which done by night he sent me post away None but supposed that I in déde was dead When as in trueth in vncouth hauntes I laye In fine a Clowne came peaking through the wood Wherin I lyu'd your Graces being here And Promos death by whome I vnderstood Glad of which newes howe so I lyud in feare I ventured to sée his wretched fall To free suspect yet straunger lyke arayde I hether came but loe the inwarde thrall Of Cassandra the hate so sore dismayde Which I conceyued agaynst my brother Promos That loe I chews'd to yeeld my selfe to death To set him free for otherwyse I knew His death ere long would sure haue stopt her breath Loe gratious king in breefe I here haue showne Such aduentures as wretched I haue past Beseeching you with grace to thinke vpon The wight that wayles his follyes at the last King. A strange discourse as straungely come to light Gods pleasure is that thou should'st pardoned be To salue the fault thou with Polina mad'st But marry her and heare I set thee frée An. Most gratious Prince thereto I gladly grée Poli. Polina the happiest newes of all for thee Cas Most gratious King with these my ioye to match Vouchsafe to geue my dampned husbande lyfe King. If I doo so let him thanke thée his Wife Cassandra I haue noted thy distresse Thy vertues eke from first vnto the last And glad I am without offence it lyes In me to ease thy griefe and heauines Andrugio sau'd the iuell of thy ioye And for thy sake I pardon Promos faulte Yea let them both thy vertues rare commende In that their woes with this delyght doth ende Company God preserue your Maiestie Pro. Cassandra howe shall I discharge thy due Cas I dyd but what a Wife shoulde do for you King. Well fince all partes are pleased as they woulde Before I parte yet Promos this to thee Henceforth forethinke of thy forepassed faultes And measure Grace with Iustice euermore Vnto the poore haue euermore an eye And let not might out countenaunce their right Thy Officers trust not in euery tale In chiefe when they are meanes in strifes and sutes Though thou be iust yet coyne maye them corrupt And if by them thou dost vniustice showe T ys thou shalt beare the burden of their faultes Be louing to good Cassandra thy Wife And friendlie to thy brother Andrugio Whome I commaund as faythfull for to be To thée as beseemes the duety of a brother And now agayne thy gouernment receyue Inioye it so as thou in Iustice ioye If thou be wyse thy fall maye make thee ryse The lost shéepe founde for ioye the feast was made Well here an ende of my aduise I make As I haue sayde be good vnto the poore And Iustice ioyne with mercie enermore Pro. Most gratious King I wyll not fayle my best In these preceptes to followe your beheast FINIS G. Whetstone Loue hate and gaine the causes of Iniustice The scurge of lawe and not zeale keepeth the lewde in awe Note The force of loue A good lawe yll executed Might masters right The strumpets and Crocodiles teares a lyke ¶ Imprinted at London by Richarde Ihones and are to be solde ouer agaynst Saint Sepulchres Church without Newgate August 20. 1578.
byd their seruaunts packe Alas Mistresse if you turne mée off now Better then a Roge none wyll me allowe La. Thou shalt haue a Pasporte Ros Yea but after what sorte La. Why that thou wart my man. Ros O the Iudge sylde showes the fauour To let one théefe bayle another Tush I know ere long you so wyll slyp awaye As you for your selfe must séeke some testimony Of your good lyfe La. Neuer feare honestly Lamia nowe meanes to lyue euen tyll she dye Ros As iumpe as Apes in vewe of Nuttes to daunce Kytte wyll to kinde of custome or by chaunce Well howe so you stande vpon this holy poynt For the thing you knowe you wyll ieobarde a ioynt La. Admitte I woulde my hazarde were in vaine Ros Perhappes I know to turne the same to gaine La. Thou comforts mée good Rosko tell mée howe Ros You wyl be honest 't were fyn to hinder you La. I dyd but ieast good swéete seruaunt tell mée Ros Swéete seruaunt now and late pack syr god bwy ye La. Tush to trye thy vnwillingnesse I dyd but ieast Ros And I doo but trye how long you woulde be honest La. I thought thy talke was too sweete to be true Ros Yea but meant yon to byd honestie adue La. No I dyd so long since but inforste by neede To byd him welcome home againe I was decréede Ros Verie good Mistresse I know your minde And for your ease this remedie I finde Prying abroade for playe fellowes and such For you Mistresse I hearde of one Phallax A man estéemde of Promos verie much Of whose Nature I was so bolde to axe And I smealt he lou'd lase mutton well La. And what of this Ros Marry of this if you the waye can tell To towle him home he of you wyll be fayne Whose countenaunce wyll so excuse your faultes As none for life dare of your lyfe complaine La. A good deuice God graunt vs good successe But I praye thee what trade doth he professe Ros He is a paltrie petyfogger La. All the better suspition wyll be the lesse Well go thy wayes and if thou him espye Tell him from mee that I a cause or two Woulde put to him at leysure wyllinglie Ros Hir case is so common that smal pleading wyl serue I go nay ronne your commaundement to obserue La. Aye me alas lesse Phallax helpe poore wench vndone I am My foes nowe in the winde wyll lye to worke my open shame Now enuious eyes will prie abroade offenders to intrap Of force now Lamia must be chaste to shun a more mishap And wanton girle how wilt thou shift for garments fine and gay For dainty fare can crusts cōtent who shal thy houserent pay And that delights thee most of all thou must thy daliaunce leaue And can then the force of lawe or death thy minde of loue bereaue In good faith no the wight that once hath tast the fruits of loue Vntill hir dying daye will long Sir Chaucers iests to proue Actus 1. Sce. 4. Lamias mayde Lamia MAy Forsooth Mistris your thraule stayes for you at home La. Were you borne in a myll curtole you prate so hye May. The gentelman that came the last day with Captain Prie La. What young Hipolito May. Euen he La. Least he be gone home hye And will Dalia pop him in the neather roome And kéepe the falling doore close tyll I come And tell my thraule his fortune wyll not staye Exet. May. Wyll you ought else La. Pratyng vixen away Gallants adue I venter must Hipolito to sée He is both young and welthy yet the better spoyle for mée My hassard for his sake I trewe shall make him pray and pay He he shal pranck me in my plumes and deck mee braue and gay Of Curtisie I praye you yet if Phallax come this waye Report to put a case with him heare Lamia long dyd stay Exet. Actus 2. Scena 1. Cassandra a Mayde CAss Aye mee vnhappy wenche that I must liue the day To see Andrugio tymeles dye my brother and my stay The onely meane God wot that should our house aduaunce Who in the hope of his good hap must dy through wanton chance O blynde affectes in loue whose tormentes none can tell Yet wantous wyll hyde fyre and frost yea hassard death nay hell To taste thy sowre swéete frutes digested styll with care Fowle fall thee loue thy lightning ioyes hath blasted my welfare Thou fyerst affection fyrst within my brothers brest Thou mad'st Polina graūt him earst euen what he would request Thou mad'st him craue and haue a proofe of Venus meede For which foule act he is adiudgd eare long to lose his heade The lawe is so seuere in scourging fleshly sinne As marriage to worke after mends doth seldome fauor win A law first made of zeale but wrested much amis Faults should be measured by desart but all is one in this The lecher fyerd with lust is punished no more Then he which fel through force of loue whose mariage salues his sore So that poore I dispayre of my Audrugios lyfe O would my dayes myght end with his for to appease my stryfe Actus 2. Scena 2. Andrugio in prison Cassandra AN. My good Syster Cassandra Cass Who calleth Cassandra An. Thy wofull brother Andrugio Cas Andrugio O dismall day what gréefes doe mée assayle Condempned wretch to see thee here fast fettered now in Iayle Now haps thy wits were witched so the knowing death was meede Thou wouldest commit to stay vs both this vile laciuious deede An. O good Cassandra leaue to check and chide me thraule therfore If late repentaunce wrought me helpe I would doe so no more But out alas I wretch too late doe sorrowe my amys Vnles Lord Promos graunt me grace in vayne is hady wist Wherfore sweete sister whylst in hope my dāpned lyfe yet were Assaulte his hart in my behalfe with battering tyre of teares If thou by sute doest saue my lyfe it both our ioyes will be If not it may suffice thou soughst to set thy brother free Wherefore speede to proroge my dayes to morrowe else I dye Cas I wyll not fayle to pleade and praye to purchase the mercye Farewell a whyle God graunte mee well to speede An. Syster adew tyl thy returne I lyue twene hope and breede Cas Oh happy tyme see where Lord Promos coms Now tongue addresse thy selfe my minde to wray And yet least haste worke waste I hold it best In couert for some aduauntage to stay Actus 2. Scena 3. ¶ Promos with the Shriefe and their Officers PRo T is strange to thinke what swarms of vnthrifts liue Within this towne by rapine spoyle and theft That were it not that Iustice ofte them gréeue The iust mans goods by Ruflers should be reft At this our Syse are thirty iudgde to dye Whose falles I sée their fellowes smally feare So that the way is by seuerity Such wicked weedes euen by the rootes to teare
Wherefore Shriefe execute with spéedy pace The dampned wightes to cutte of hope of Grace Shriefe It shal be done Cas Cassandra to hir selfe O cruell words they make my hart to bleede Now now I must this dome seeke to reuoke Least grace come short when starued is the steede She kneeling speakes to Promos Most mighty Lord worthy Iudge thy iudgemēt sharpe abate Vaile thou thine eares to heare the plaint that wretched I relate Behold the wofull Syster here of poore Andrugio Whom though that lawe awardeth death yet mercy do him show Way his yong yeares the force of loue which forced his amis Way way that Mariage works amends for what committed is He hath defilde no nuptial bed nor forced rape hath mou'd He fel through loue who neuer ment but wiue the wight he lou'd And wātons sure to keepe in awe these statutes first were made Or none but lust full leachers should with rygrous law be payd And yet to adde intent thereto is farre from my pretence I sue with teares to wyn him grace that sorrows his offence Wherefore herein renowned Lorde Iustice with pitie payse Which two in equal ballance waide to heauē your fame will raise Pro. Cassandra leaue of thy bootlesse sute by law he hath bene tride Lawe founde his faulte Lawe iudgde him death Cas Yet this maye be replide That law a mischiefe oft permits to keepe due forme of lawe That lawe small faultes with greatest doomes to keepe men styl in axe Yet Kings or such as execute regall authoritie If mends be made may ouer rule the force of lawe with mercie Here is no wylful murder wrought which axeth blood againe Andrugios faulte may valued be Mariage wipes out his stayne Pro. Faire Dame I see the naturall zeale thou bearest to Andrugio And for thy sake not his desart this fauour wyll I showe I wyll repriue him yet a whyle and on the matter pawse To morrowe you shall lycence haue a fresh to pleade his cause Shriefe execute my chardge but staye Andrugio Vntill that you in this behalfe more of my pleasure knowe Shri. I wyll performe your wyll Cas O most worthy Magistrate my selfe thy thrall I finde Euen for this lytle lightning hope which at thy handes I finde Now wyl I go and comfort him which hangs twixt death life Exit Pro. Happie is the man that inioyes the loue of such a wife I do protest hir modest wordes hath wrought in me a maze Though she be farre she is not deackt with garish shewes for gaze Hir bewtie lures hir lookes cut off fond sutes with chast disdain O God I feele a sodaine change that doth my fréedome chayne What didst thou say fie Promos fie of hir auoide the thought And so I will my other cares wyll cure what loue hath wrought Come awaye Exeunt Actus 2. Scena 4. Phallax Promos offycer Gripax and Rapax Promoters PHal. My trusty friendes about your businesse straight With symple showes your subtile meanings bayte Promote all faults vp into my office Then turne me lose the offenders to fleece Gri. Tush to finde lawe breakers let me alone I haue eyes will looke into a Mylstone Phal God a mercy Gripax Ra. And I am so subtyll sighted I trowe As I the very thoughts of men doo know Gri. I fayth Rapax what thought thy wife when she To lye with the preest by night stole from thee Ra. Marry she knew you and I were at square And least we fell to blowes she did prepare To arme my head to match thy horned browe Gri. Goe and a knaue with thée Ra. I stay for you Phal No harme is done here is but blow for blew Byrds of a fether best flye together Then like partners about your market goe Marrowes adew God sent you fayre wether Gri. Fare you well for vs take no care With vs this brode spéeche sildome breedeth square Exeunt Phal Marry syr welfare an office what some euer it be The very countenaunce is great though slender be the sée I thanke my good Lord Promos now I am an officer made In sooth more by hap then desart in secret be it sayde No force for that each shyft for one for Phallax will doo so Well fare a head can take his tyme nay watch for time I trow I smyle to thinke of my fell ▪ wes how some braue it some waight And thinke reward there seruice iust with offred shifts wyl bayght When they poore soules in troth do falle a myle vpon account For flattery and feruent plesing are meanes to make men mount I speake on proofe Lord Promos I haue pleased many a day Yet am I neither learned true nor honest any way What skyls for that by wit or wyle I haue an office got By force wherof euery lycence warrant pattent pasport Leace fyne fee et cetera pas and repas through Phallax hands Disorored persons brybe me wel to escape from Iustice bands And welthy churles for to promote I now haue set a worke Such hungry lads as soone will smell where statute breakers lurk And if they come within our Grype we meane to stripe them so As if they scape from open shame their bagges with vs shall goe And trust me this we officers of this mylde mould are wrought Agrée with vs and sure your shame by vs shal not be sought But soft a whyle I see my Lord what makes him lowre so ▪ I wyll intrude into his sight perhaps his greefe to know Actus 2. Scena 4. Phallax Promos PRo Well mette Phallax I long haue wysht to showe A cause to thee which none but I yet know Phal Say on my Lord a happy man weare I If any way your wish I could supply Pro. Faine would I speake but oh a chylling feare The case is such makes mee from speech forbeare Phal These wordes my Lord whome euer haue bene iust Now makes me thinke that you my truth mistrust But cease suspect my wyll with yours shall gree What so or against whome your dealing be Pro. Against a wight of small account it is And yet I feare I shall my purpose mys Phal Feare not my Lorde the olde Prouerbe doth saye Faynt harts doth steale fayre Ladyes seld away Pro. Fayre Ladyes O no Lady is my loue And yet the sure as coye as they wyl proue Phal I thought as much loue dyd torment you so But what is she that dare saye Promos noe Pro. Doe what one can fyre wyll breake forth I sée My words vnwares hath showen what gréeueth mee My wound is such as loue must be my leache Which cure wyll brynging Grauity in spéeche For what maye be a folly of more note Then for to see a man gray beard to dote Phal No my Lorde Amor omnia vincit And Ouid sayth Forma numen habet And for to proue loues seruice séemes the wise Set Sallomon and Sampson before your eyes For wyt and strength who wonne the cheefest prise And both lyu'd by the lawes loue did
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