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.
sport An. What Iohn Nay skyl not a whit An. What meanes this Asse Iohn T'wyll teache the hoorecup wyt H'yll hang handsome young men for the foote sinne of loue When so his knauery himselfe a bawdy iack doth proue An. His wordes séemeth straunge somwhat is a wry Iohn VVel I hyll sée his shoulders from 's iowle to flye An. VVhose shoulders friend Iohn As though you dyd know An. VVhome Iohn Lord Promos An. Yes my most accursed foe But what of him Iohn Thou kenst An. No. Iohn Sayst not yes An. Yes Iohn So An. But friend thou took'st my wordes amys I know nothing in what state Promos is Iohn Thou knowst and thou knowest not out horson foole Leaue stealing Cunnyes and get thee to scoole Farewell An. Soft Iohn O to arte no foole good théefe Saue my mony take my life An. Tush be breefe Some newes of lewde Lord Promos tell mée And wyth lyfe and mony I le set thee free Iohn I wyll thou knowst the King now at Iulio An. Very well Iohn Thou canst tel as wel as I. Let me goe An. Nay I le see if thou dost lye If thou dost yle whip thee when thou hast done Iohn Kissyng and lying ich see is all one And c haue no mony chul tell true therfore An. Dispatch then Iohn Then lying Promoter this more Casgandra scusde Promos of honestie And killyng Ramstrugio for baudry An. What more Iohn The king at Promos great pleasure did take And Casgandra an honest woman to make The King maunded him her strayght to marry And for killyng her brother he must dye An. Is this true Iohn Why how say you doe I lye An. Well so or noe for thy newes haue this connie Iohn Gods boores geue it me to be swete t is to cheape But Lady yet tyll sunday it will keepe Well now god bwye Mas lying Promoter Wees see at the soort An. I peraduenture Iohn Since can not finde my Mare on foote chull goe Ych thinke each daye a nowre to be at Iulio Exit An. Straunge are the newes the Clowne hath showne to me Not straunge a whyt if they well scanned be For God we see styll throwes the Tyrant downe Euen in the heyght and pride of his renowne Lorde Promos rule nay tyranny in deede For Iudges is a mirror worthy héede The wretched man with showe of Iustice zeale Throughly dyd with poore offenders deale The wicked man both knewe and iudg'd abuse And none so much as he her faultes dyd vse He fellons hang'd yet by extorcion stoale He wantons plag'd himselfe a doating foole He others checkt for suing for their right And he himselfe mayntained wrongs by might But sée the rule of mischiefe in his pride He headlong falles when least he thought to slide Well by his fall I maye perhaps aryse Andrugio yet in clyming be thou wyse What styll vnknowne shall I liue in this wood Not so Go wraye these newes no doubt vnto my good Yet ere I go I wyll my selfe disguise As in the Towne in spyte of Linxes eyes I wyll vnknowne learne howe the game doth go But ere I go syth eased is my woe My thankes to God I first in song wyll shoe Andrugios Song TO thee O Lorde with harte and voyce I syng VVhose mercie great from mone to sweete delight ▪ From griefe to ioye my troubled soule doest bring Yea more thy wrath hath foylde my foe in syght VVho sought my lyfe which thou O God didst saue Thy scorge hath brought vntimelie to his graue VVhose griefe wyll gawle a thousande Iudges more And wyll them see them selues and sentence iust When blacke reproche this thundring shame shall shoe A Iudge condemde for murder thefte and luste This scorge O God the lewde in feare wyll bring The iust for ioye thy prayses lowde wyll syng Exit Gresco with three other with bylles bringing in Lamia prisoner GRes Come on faire Dame since faire words works no héede Now fowle meanes shall in you repentaunce bréede La. Maister Gresco where you maye helpe hurt not Gres And nothing but chastment wyll helpe you to amende Well I wyll not hurt you your lewdnes to defende La. My lewdnes Syr what is the difference Betwixt wantons and hoorders of pence Gres Thou hast winde at wyll but in thy eyes no water Tho' arte full of Grace howe she blusheth at the matter La. Howe sample I your wyfe and daughter Syr Gres Are mee when whypping hath chaung'd thy Nature La. What whypping why am I a Horse or a Mare Gres No but a beast that méetelie well wyll bare La. In déede as nowe perforce I beare this flowt But vse me well else I fayth gette I out Looke for quittaunce Byl. First Bilm Binde hir to the Peace Syr So maye your Worship be out of daunger Gres Bring hir awaye I knowe howe to tame hir La. Perhaps Syr no the worst is but shame hir Byl. Secōd Bilm Come ye drab La. Howe nowe scab bandes of my Gowne Byl. Third Bil. Care not for this yuse haue a blew one soone Exeunt Cassandra CAs Cassandra Vnhappy Wench the more I séeke for to abandone griefe The furder off I wretched finde both comfort and reliefe My Brother first for wanton faultes condempned was to dye To saue whose life my sute wrought hope of Grace but haples I. By such request my honor spoyld and gayned not his breath For which deceyte I haue pursude Lorde Promos vnto death Who is my Husbande nowe become it pleasd our Soueraigne so For to repayre my crased Fame but that nowe workes my wo. This day he must oh léese his head my Brothers death to quite And therin Fortune hath alas showne me hir greatest spyte Nature wyld mée my Brother loue now dutie commaunds mée To preferre before kyn or friend my Husbands safetie But O aye mée by Fortune I am made his chiefest foe T' was I al 's euen onely I. that wrought his ouerthroe What shall I doo to worke amends for this my haynous déede The tyme is short my power small his succors axeth spéede And shall I séeke to saue his blood that lately sought his lyfe O yea I then was sworne his foe but nowe as faithfull Wife I must and wyll preferre his health God sende me good successe For nowe vnto the King I wyll my chaunged minde to expresse Exit PHal. Phallax Was euer man set more fréer then I First went my goodes then my Office dyd flye But had the King set me frée from flattrie The next deare yeare I might haue staru'd perdie But Lorde Promos hath a farre more fréer chaunce He free from Landes goodes and Office doth daunce And shal be free from life ere long with a Launce The Officers and chiefe men of Iulio Vengeaunce lyberall themselues lykewise shoe Poore knaues and queanes that vp and downe do goe These horesen kinde crustes in houses bestoe But yet poore chéere they haue marry for heate They whyp them vntyll verie blood they sweate But see
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.
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
Yet once againe on knees I mercie seeke In his behalfe that hanges twene death and life Who styll is preast if you the mendes do leeke His lawles loue to make his lawfull wife Pro. Faire Dame I wel haue wayd thy sute wish to do thée good But all in vaine al things conclude to haue thy brothers blood The stricknes of the lawe condempnes an ignoraunt abuse Then wylfull faultes are hardlie helpt or cloked with excuse And what maye be more wylfull then a Maide to violate Cas The force was smal when with hir wyl he wretch the conquest gate Pro. Lawe euer at the worst doth conster euyl intent Cas And lawe euen with the worst awardes them punishment And sith that rigorous lawe adiudgd him to dye Your glorie will be much the more in showing him mercie The world wil think how the you do but graūt him grace on cause And where cause is there mercy should abate the force of lawes Pro. Cassandra in thy brothers halfe thou hast sayde what may be And for thy sake it is if I doe set Andrugio frée Short tale to make thy beauty hath surprysed mee with loue That maugre wit I turne my thoughts as blynd affections moue And quite subdude by Cupids might néede makes mée sue for grace To thée Cassandra which doest holde my fréedome in a lace Yéelde to my will and then commaund euen what thou wilt of mée Thy brothers life and all that else may with thy liking grée Cas Cassādra to hir self And may it be a Iudge himself the selfe same fault should vse For which he domes an others death O crime without excuse Renowned Lorde you vse this speach I hope your thrall to trye If otherwise my brothers life so deare I will not bye Pro. Faire Dame my outward looks my inward thoughts bewray If you mistrust to search my harte would God you had a kaye Cas If that you loue as so you saye the force of loue you know Which fealt in conscience you should my brother fauour show Pro. In doubtfull warre one prisoner still doth set another frée Cas VVhat so warre séekes loue vnto warre contrary is you sée Hate fostreth warre loue cannot hate then maye it couet force Pro. The Louer ofte sues to his foe and findeth no remorse Then if he hap to haue a helpe to wyn his frowarde foe Too kinde a foole I will him holde that lets such vantage goe Cas Well to be short my selfe wyll dye ere I my honor staine You know my minde leaue off to tempt your offers are in vaine Pro. Bethink your self at price inough I purchase sweet your loue Andrugios life suffis'd alone your straungenes to remoue The which I graunt with any wealth that else you wyll require Who buyeth loue at such a rate payes well for his desire Cas No Promos no honor neuer at value maye be solde Honor farre dearer is then life which passeth price of golde Pro. To bnie this Iuell at the full my wife I may thée make Cas For vnsure hope that péereles pearle I neuer will forsake Pro. These sutes seemes strange at first I see wher modesty beares sway To himself I therfore wil set down my wyll for hir answer staye Fayre Cassandra the iuell of my ioye Howe so in showe my tale seemes straunge to thee The same well waide thou need'st not be so coye Yet for to giue thee respite to agree I wyll two daies hope styll of thy consent VVhich if thou graunt to cleare my clowdes of care Cloth'd like a Page suspect for to preuent Vnto my Court some night sweet wenche repaire Tyl then adue thou these my words in works perform'd shalt find Cas Farewel my Lord but in this sute you bootles wast your wind Cassandra O most vnhappy subiect to euerie woe What tōgue can tel what thought cōceiue what pen thy griefe can show Whom to scurge Nature heauē earth do heapes of thral ordain Whose words in waste whose works are lost whose wishes are in vain That which to others cōfort yéelds doth cause my heuy chéer I meane my beautie bréedes my bale which many hold so deere I woulde to God that kinde else where bestowed had this blase My vertues then had wrought regard my shape now giues the gase This forme so Promos fiers with Loue as wisdom can not quench His hote desire tyll he lust in Venus seas hath drencht At these wordes Ganio must be readie to speake Actus 3. Scena 3. Ganio And rugios boye Cassandra GA. Mistres Cassandra my Master lōgs to heare of your good spéed Cas Poore Ganio his death-alas fierce Fortune hath decréed Ga. His death God forbyd all his hope should turne to such successe For Gods sake go and comfort him I sorrowe his distresse Cas I néedes must go although with heauy chéere Ga. Sir your syster Cassandra is here Exit Actus 3. Scena 4. Andrugio out of prison Cassandra on the stage AN. My Cassandra what newes good sister showe Cas All thinges conclude thy death Andrugio Prepare thy selfe to hope it ware in vaine An. My death alas what raysed this new disdayne Cas Not Iustice zeale in wicked Promos sure An. Swéete show the cause I must this dome indure Cas If thou dost liue I must my honor lose Thy raunsome is to Promos fleshly wyll That I do yelde then which I rather chose With torments sharpe my selfe he first should kyll Thus am I bent thou séest thy death at hand O would my life would satisfie his yre Cassandra then would cancell soone thy band An. And may it be a Iudge of his account Can spot his minde with lawles loue or lust But more may he doome any fault with death When in such faute he findes himselfe iniust Syster that wise men loue we often sée And where loue rules gainst thornes doth reason spurne But who so loues if he reiected be His passing loue to péeuish hate will turne Deare sister then note how my fortune stands That Promos loue the like is oft in vse And sith he craue this kindnesse at your hands Thinke this if you his pleasure do refuse I in his rage poore wretch shall sing Peccaui Here are two euyls the best harde to digest But where as things are driuen vnto necessity There are we byd of both euyls choose the least Cas And of these euils the least I hold is death To shun whose dart we can no meane deuise Yet honor lyues when death hath done his worst Thus fame then lyfe is of farre more emprise An. Nay Cassandra if thou thy selfe submyt To saue my life to Promos fleashly wyll Iustice wyll say thou dost no cryme commit For in forst faultes is no intent of yll Cass How so th' intent is construed in offence The Prouerbe saies that tenne good turnes lye dead And one yll deede tenne tymes beyonde pretence By enuious tounges report abrode doth spread Andrugio so my fame shall vallewed bee Dispite wyll blase my
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
worldly muck Exit Actus 4. Scena 6. Dalia from Market DA. In good sweete sooth I feare I shal be shent It is so long since I to market went But trust me wyldfowle are such costly geare Specially woodcoks out of reason deare That this houre I haue the market bett To driue a bargayne to my most profyt And in the end I chaunst to light on one Hyt me as pat as a pudding Pope Ione Other market maydes ▪ pay downe for their meate But that I haue bought on my score is set Well fare credit when mony runneth low Marry yet Butchers the which do credit so As much Good meate as they kyll may perchaunce Be glad and fayne at heryng cobs to daunce What force I that euery man shyft for one For if I starue let none my fortune mone She faynes to goe out Actus 4. Scena 7. Grimball Dalia eyther of them a Basket. GRi. Softe Dalia a woorde with you I praye Da. What friend Grimbal welcome as I maye saye Gri. Sayst thou me so then kysse me for acquaintaunce Da. If I lyke your manhoode I may do so perchaunce She faynes to looke in his basket Gri. Bate me an ase quoth Boulton Tush your minde I know Ah syr you would be like let my Cocke Sparrowes goe Da. I warrant thee Grimball She takes out a vvhite pudding Gri. Laye off handes Dalia You powte me if that you got my Pudding awaye Da. Nay good sweete honny Grimball this Pudding giue mée Gri. Iche were as good geete hir for she wyll hate I see Well my nown good harte roote I freelie giue thee this Vpon condition that thou giue me a kys Da. Nay but first wash your lippes with sweete water you shall Gri. Why ych was ryte now for my Pudding hony sweet Grimbal Well Dalia you will floute so long tyll though I saye With kindnesse you wyll cast a proper handsome man away VVherfore soote Conny euen a lyttle spurte Da. Laye off handes Sir Gri Good do not byte for ych meane thee no hurte Come off Pyggesnie prefarre me not a iote Da. VVhat woulde the good foole haue Gri. VVhy you woot whote Hearke in your eare Da. You shall commaunde so proper a man ye are That for your sake I wyll not sticke to ware A blew Cassocke during my lyfe for soothe Mary for my sake I woulde be verie lothe So goodlie a handsome man should lose his head Gri. Nay for my head care not a Tinkers torde For so God iudge me and at one bare worde Yle lose my death yea and my great browne Cowe I loue you so filthilie law ye nowe Da. Thou sayest valiantlie nowe sing aswell too And thou shalt quicklie knowe what I meane to doo Gri. Yes by Gogs foote to pleasure thee ych shall Both syng spring fight and playe the dewl and all Da. O lustilie The Song Gri. Come smack me come smack me I long for a smouch Da. Go pack thee go pack thee thou filthie fine slouch GRi. Leard howe I loue thee Da. This can not moue mee Gri. Why pretie Pygsney my harte and my honny Da. Because goodman Hogsface you woe without mony Gri. I lacke mony chy graunt Da. Then Grimball auaunt Gri. C ham yong sweete hart and feate come kysse me for loue Da. Crokeshanke your Iowle is to great such lyking to moue Gri. What meane you by this Da. To leaue thee by gys Gri. First smack me first smack I dye for a smouch Da. Go pack thee go pack thee thou filthy fine slouch Exit GRi. Dalia arte thou gone what wolt serue me soe O God c ham readie to raye my selfe for woe Be valiaunt Grimball kyll thy selfe man Nay hum Ladie I will not by Saint Anne Ich haue bearde my great Grandsier saye Maide will saye naye and take it and so she maye And therfore chyll to Mistresse Lamia With these Puddings and Cock Sparowes by and by And in the darke againe ych wyll hir trye Exit Actus 5. Scena 1. Phallax alone PHal. I maruell much what worketh so my Lord Promos vnrest He fares as if a thousand Deuils were gnawing in his brest There is sure some worme of griefe that doth his conscience nip For since Andrugio lost his head he hath hung downe the lippe And truth to say his fault is such as well may greue his mynd The Deuill himselfe could not haue vsde a practise more vnkind This is once I loue a woman for my life as well as be But fayre dames with her that loues mée I deale well with trust mée Well leaue I now my Lord Promos his owne deedes to aunswere Lamia I know lookes and double lookes when I come to supper I thought as much sée to séeke mée heare coms her Aple squier Actus 5. Scena 2. Rosko Phallax Ros O that I could find Master Phallax the meat burnes at the fire And by your leaue Andrugios death doth make my mistris sweate Phal How now Rosko Ros I st you syr my Mistris doth intreate That with all speede you worship will come away to supper The meate and all is ready to set vpon the borde syr Phal Gramercy for thy paynes I was euen comming to her Ros You are the welcomst man alyue to her I know And trust mee at your commaundement ren ayneth poore Rosko Phal It is honestly sayd but now tell mée What quality hast that I may vse thee Ros I am a Barbour and when you please syr Call and spare not for a cast of rose water Phal But heare me canst thou heale a gréene wound well Ros Yea gréene and ould Phal Then thy best were to dwel In some vsuall place or stréete where through frayes Thou mayst be set a worke with wounds alwayes Ros I thanke my Mistris I haue my hands full To trym gentelmen of her acquayntaunce And I trust Syr if that your worship chaunce To haue néede of my helpe I shall earne your mony Afore an other Phal That thou shalt truly But syrra where dwels Lamia Ros Euen heare syr enter I pray Phal That I wyl sure if that my way be cleare Ros Yes sir her doores be open all the yeare Exeunt Actus 5. Scena 3. Polina the mayde that Andrugio lou'd in a blew gowne PO. Polina curst what dame a lyue hath cause of griefe lyke thée Who wonne by loue hast yeeld the spoyle of thy virginity And he for to repayre thy fame to marry thée that vowde Is done to death for first offence the second mends not lowde Great shame redounds to thée O Loue in leauing vs in thrall Andrugio and Polina both in honoryng thée did fall Thou so dydst witch our wits as we from reason strayed quight Prouockt by thee we dyd refuse no vauntage of delight Delight what did I say nay death by rash and fowle abuse Alas I shame to tell thus much though loue doe worke excuse So that fayre dames from such consent my accydents of barme Forewarneth you to kéepe
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
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
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
Coyne Exit ¶ Enter the King Promos Mrico Maior Gonsago Phallax with two other attendantes KIng Sir Gonsago if that we henceforth heare With will or wealth you doe our subiects wrong Looke not agayne this fauour for to fynde We vse thie grace to wyn you to amende If not our wrath shall feare you to offende God spade you Gousago doth reuerence and departeth KYng I see by proofe that true the prouer be is Myght maisters right wealth is such a canker As woundes the conscience of his Maister And deuoures the hart of his poore neyghbour To cure which sore Iustice his pryde must pyue Which Iustice ought in Princes most to shine And syth subiects lyue by their princes law Whose lawes in cheefe the rytch should keepe in awe The poore in wrouges but sildome doth delyght They haue inuffe for to desende their right It much behoues the maker of these lawes This mony findes in them so many flawes To see his lawes obser'd as they are ment Or else good lawes wyll turne to euyll intent Well ere I leaue my poorest subiects shall Both lyue and lyke and by the richest stawll Pro. Regarded and most mightie Prince your clemency herein Those harts your rule cōmands through feare to faithful loue shal win Vl. Renowmed king I am for to complaine Of Phallax Lord Promos secondary Whose hainous wrouges many poore men doth paine By me who pray your highnes remedy King. My Lord Promes it seemes you rule at large When as your clarkes are officers vniust Pro. Dread king I thinke he can these wrong discharge Kyng Doe you but thinke syr a sure speare to trust A dum death and blynde Iudge can do as much Well well God graunt your owne lyfe byde the tutch Syr Vlrice your complaynt continew Vl. Gratious King his wrouges be these insew Fyrst Phallax is a coumon Barriter In office a lewd extortioner The crafty man oft puts these wronges in vre If poore men haue that lykes his searching eye He showeth gould the needy soules to lure Which if they take so tast he doth them tye That by some bonde or couenaunt forfayted They are inforst farre beneath the vallew To let him haue what his eye coueyted And for to proue that this report is true I showe no more then witnesse prou'd by oth Whose names and handes defends it heare as troth Vlrice deliuers the King a writing with names at it King. How now Promos how thinke you of your man Vse both your wyttes to cleare him if you can Pro. Dread King my hart to heare his faultes doth bleede King. Howe far'de it then to suffer it indéede It dyde I trowe or now you speake in iest Thy Master 's mute Phallax I hould it best That thou speake for thy selfe Phal I humbly craue Of your grace for aunswere respyt to haue King. Why to deuise a cloke to hyde a knaue Friend veritas non querit angulos And if your selfe you on your truth repose You may be bould these faultes for to deny Some lyttel care vpon their othes to lye Sée if any in your behalfe will sweare Phal O Lord God is there no knyghtes of the poste heare Well then of force I must sing Peccaui And crye out ryght to the king for mercy O King I am in faulte I must confesse The which I wyll with repentaunce redresse King. Thy confession doth meryt some fauour But repentaunce payes not thy poore neyghbour Wherefore Syr Vlrico his goods sease you And those he wrong'd restore you to their due Vl. Looke what he gettes most thinke he wastes straight waye Vpon a leawde harlot named Lamia So that his goods wyll scarse pay euery wight King. Where naught is left the king must lose his right Pay as you may I hould it no offence If eache pay somewhat for experience But by the way you rule the citty well That suffer by your nose such dames to dwell And now Phallax thy further pennaunce ys That forthwith thou do resigne thy office Vlrico to his account lykewise sée Vl. It shal be done King. Phallax further heare mée Because thou didst thy faultes at first confesse From punishment ▪ thy person I release Phal I most humbly do thanke your maiesty Pro. Ah out alas Cassandra heare I see Cassandra in a blewe gowne shadowed with black Cas O would the teares myght tel my tale I shame so much my fall Or else Lord Promos lewdnes showen would death would ende my thrall Pro. Welcome my sweete Cassandra Cas Murdrous varlet away Renowmed King I pardon craue for this my hould attempt In preasing thus so neare your grace my sorrow to present And least my foe false Promos heare doe interrupt my tale Graunt gratious King that vncontrould I may report my bale King. How now Promos how lyke you of this song Say on fayre dame I long to heare thy wrong Cas Then knowe dread souerayne that he this doome did gene That my Brother for wantonnesse should lose his head And that the mayde which sind should euer after lyue In some religious house to sorrowe her misdeede To saue my brother iug'd to dye with teares I sought to moue Lord Promos hart to showe him grace but he with lawles loue Was fyred by and by ▪ and knowing necessity To saue my brothers lyfe would make me yéeld to much He cran'd this raunsome to haue my virginitie No teares could worke restraynt his wicked lust was such Two euils here were one must I chuse though bad were very best To sée my brother put to death or graunt his lewde request In fyne subdude with naturall loue I did agree Vpon these two poyntes that marry mee he should And that from prison vyle he should my brother free All this with moustrous othes he promised he would But O this periurd Promos when he had wrought his wyll Fyrst cast me of and after causd the Gailer for to kill My brother raunsomde with the spoyle of my good name So that for companing with such a hellish feende I haue condemnde my selfe to weare these weedes of shame Whose cognisance doth showe that I haue fleshly sind Loe thus hie and renowned king Cassandra endes her tale And this is wicked Promos that hath wrought her endles bale King. If this be true so towle a deede shall not vnpunisht goe How sayst thou Promos to her playnte arte giltye yea or noe Why speakst thou not a faulty harte thy scilence sure doth showe Pro. My gilty hart commaunds my tongue O king to tell a truth I doe confesse this tale is true and I deserue thy wrath King. And is it so this wicked deede thou shalt ere long buy deare Cassandra take comfort in care be of good cheere Thy forced fault was free from euill intent So long no shame can blot thee any way And though at ful I hardly can content thee Yet as I may assure thy selfe I wyl Thou wycked man might it not thee suffice By worse then force to spoyle