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.
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
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.
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
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