Wherefore Shriefe execute with spéedy pace The dampned wightes to cutte of hope of Grace Shriefe It shal be done Cas Cassandra to hir selfe O cruell words they make my hart to bleede Now now I must this dome seeke to reuoke Least grace come short when starued is the steede She kneeling speakes to Promos Most mighty Lord worthy Iudge thy iudgemēt sharpe abate Vaile thou thine eares to heare the plaint that wretched I relate Behold the wofull Syster here of poore Andrugio Whom though that lawe awardeth death yet mercy do him show Way his yong yeares the force of loue which forced his amis Way way that Mariage works amends for what committed is He hath defilde no nuptial bed nor forced rape hath mou'd He fel through loue who neuer ment but wiue the wight he lou'd And wātons sure to keepe in awe these statutes first were made Or none but lust full leachers should with rygrous law be payd And yet to adde intent thereto is farre from my pretence I sue with teares to wyn him grace that sorrows his offence Wherefore herein renowned Lorde Iustice with pitie payse Which two in equal ballance waide to heauē your fame will raise Pro. Cassandra leaue of thy bootlesse sute by law he hath bene tride Lawe founde his faulte Lawe iudgde him death Cas Yet this maye be replide That law a mischiefe oft permits to keepe due forme of lawe That lawe small faultes with greatest doomes to keepe men styl in axe Yet Kings or such as execute regall authoritie If mends be made may ouer rule the force of lawe with mercie Here is no wylful murder wrought which axeth blood againe Andrugios faulte may valued be Mariage wipes out his stayne Pro. Faire Dame I see the naturall zeale thou bearest to Andrugio And for thy sake not his desart this fauour wyll I showe I wyll repriue him yet a whyle and on the matter pawse To morrowe you shall lycence haue a fresh to pleade his cause Shriefe execute my chardge but staye Andrugio Vntill that you in this behalfe more of my pleasure knowe Shri. I wyll performe your wyll Cas O most worthy Magistrate my selfe thy thrall I finde Euen for this lytle lightning hope which at thy handes I finde Now wyl I go and comfort him which hangs twixt death life Exit Pro. Happie is the man that inioyes the loue of such a wife I do protest hir modest wordes hath wrought in me a maze Though she be farre she is not deackt with garish shewes for gaze Hir bewtie lures hir lookes cut off fond sutes with chast disdain O God I feele a sodaine change that doth my fréedome chayne What didst thou say fie Promos fie of hir auoide the thought And so I will my other cares wyll cure what loue hath wrought Come awaye Exeunt Actus 2. Scena 4. Phallax Promos offycer Gripax and Rapax Promoters PHal. My trusty friendes about your businesse straight With symple showes your subtile meanings bayte Promote all faults vp into my office Then turne me lose the offenders to fleece Gri. Tush to finde lawe breakers let me alone I haue eyes will looke into a Mylstone Phal God a mercy Gripax Ra. And I am so subtyll sighted I trowe As I the very thoughts of men doo know Gri. I fayth Rapax what thought thy wife when she To lye with the preest by night stole from thee Ra. Marry she knew you and I were at square And least we fell to blowes she did prepare To arme my head to match thy horned browe Gri. Goe and a knaue with thée Ra. I stay for you Phal No harme is done here is but blow for blew Byrds of a fether best flye together Then like partners about your market goe Marrowes adew God sent you fayre wether Gri. Fare you well for vs take no care With vs this brode spéeche sildome breedeth square Exeunt Phal Marry syr welfare an office what some euer it be The very countenaunce is great though slender be the sée I thanke my good Lord Promos now I am an officer made In sooth more by hap then desart in secret be it sayde No force for that each shyft for one for Phallax will doo so Well fare a head can take his tyme nay watch for time I trow I smyle to thinke of my fell ▪ wes how some braue it some waight And thinke reward there seruice iust with offred shifts wyl bayght When they poore soules in troth do falle a myle vpon account For flattery and feruent plesing are meanes to make men mount I speake on proofe Lord Promos I haue pleased many a day Yet am I neither learned true nor honest any way What skyls for that by wit or wyle I haue an office got By force wherof euery lycence warrant pattent pasport Leace fyne fee et cetera pas and repas through Phallax hands Disorored persons brybe me wel to escape from Iustice bands And welthy churles for to promote I now haue set a worke Such hungry lads as soone will smell where statute breakers lurk And if they come within our Grype we meane to stripe them so As if they scape from open shame their bagges with vs shall goe And trust me this we officers of this mylde mould are wrought Agrée with vs and sure your shame by vs shal not be sought But soft a whyle I see my Lord what makes him lowre so ▪ I wyll intrude into his sight perhaps his greefe to know Actus 2. Scena 4. Phallax Promos PRo Well mette Phallax I long haue wysht to showe A cause to thee which none but I yet know Phal Say on my Lord a happy man weare I If any way your wish I could supply Pro. Faine would I speake but oh a chylling feare The case is such makes mee from speech forbeare Phal These wordes my Lord whome euer haue bene iust Now makes me thinke that you my truth mistrust But cease suspect my wyll with yours shall gree What so or against whome your dealing be Pro. Against a wight of small account it is And yet I feare I shall my purpose mys Phal Feare not my Lorde the olde Prouerbe doth saye Faynt harts doth steale fayre Ladyes seld away Pro. Fayre Ladyes O no Lady is my loue And yet the sure as coye as they wyl proue Phal I thought as much loue dyd torment you so But what is she that dare saye Promos noe Pro. Doe what one can fyre wyll breake forth I sée My words vnwares hath showen what gréeueth mee My wound is such as loue must be my leache Which cure wyll brynging Grauity in spéeche For what maye be a folly of more note Then for to see a man gray beard to dote Phal No my Lorde Amor omnia vincit And Ouid sayth Forma numen habet And for to proue loues seruice séemes the wise Set Sallomon and Sampson before your eyes For wyt and strength who wonne the cheefest prise And both lyu'd by the lawes loue did
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
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.