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A15045	The right excellent and famous historye, of Promos and Cassandra deuided into two commicall discourses. In the fyrste parte is showne, the vnsufferable abuse, of a lewde magistrate: the vertuous behauiours of a chaste ladye: the vncontrowled leawdenes of a fauoured curtisan. And the vndeserued estimation of a pernicious parasyte. In the second parte is discoursed, the perfect magnanimitye of a noble kinge, in checking vice and fauouringe vertue: wherein is showne, the ruyne and ouerthrowe, of dishonest practises: with the aduauncement of vpright dealing. The worke of George Whetstones Gent.; Promos and Cassandra	Whetstone, George, 1544?-1587?	1578 (1578)	STC 25347; ESTC S111725	47,123	96

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

the Law from right to wrong La. If lawe you do professe I gladlie craue In a cause or two your aduise to haue Phal To resolue you you shall commaunde my skyll Wherfore like friendes le ts common in good wyll La. You are a merie man but leaue to ieast To morrowe night if you will be my Geast At my poore house you shall my causes knowe For good cause which I meane not here to showe Phal Willinglie and for that haste calles me hence My sute tyll then shall remaine in suspence Farewell Clyent to morrow looke for me Exit La. Your good welcome Sir your best cheere will be Ros I tolde you earst the nature of Phallax Money or faire Women workes him as waxe And yet I must commend your sober cheere You tolde your tale as if a Saint you were La. Well in seeréete be it sayde how so I séemd diuine I feared once a blew gowne would haue bene my shrine But nowe that paine is flead and pleasure kéepes his holde I knowe that Phallax will my Fame henceforth vpholde To entertaine which Geast I will some dayntie chéere prepare Yet ere I go in pleasant Song I meane to purge my care The Song ❧ A due poore care adue Go cloye some helples wretche My life to make me rue Thy forces do not stretche Thy harbor is the harte Whom wrong hath wrapt in woe But wrong doth take my parte VVith cloke of right in shoe My faultes inquirie scape At them the Iudges winke Those for my fall that gape To showe my lewdnesse shrinke Then silly care go packe Thou art no Geast for mee I haue and haue no lacke And lacke is shrowde for thee Exeunt Actus 3. Scena 7. Cassandra apparelled like a Page CAs Vnhappy wretche I blush my selfe to sée Apparelled thus monstrous to my kinde But oh my weedes wyll with my fault agrée When I haue pleasde lewde Promos fleshlie minde What shall I doo go proffer what he sought Or on more sute shall I giue my consent The best is sure since this must néedes be wrought I go and showe neede makes me to his bent My fluddes of teares from true intent which floe Maye quenche his lust or ope his musled eyen To sée that I deserue to be his wife Though now constrainde to be his Concubine But so or no I must the vent er giue No daunger feares the wight prickt foorth by néede And thus lyke one more glad to dye then lyue I forewarde set God graunt me well to speede Exit Actus 4. Scena 1. Dalia Lamias Maide going to market DA. With my Mistresse the worlde is chaunged well She fearde of late of whipping cheere to smell And nowe againe both gallant fresh and gaye Who in Iulio flauntes it out lyke Lamia A luckie friende yea one that beareth swaye Is nowe become a proppe of such a staye ▪ To hir good name as who is he dare saye That Lamia doeth offende nowe any waye This hir good friende wyll be hir Geast this night And that he maye in his welcome delyght To market I. in haste am sent to buye The best cheare that I fasten on my eye Exit Actus 4. Scena 2. Promos alone PRo By proofe I finde no reason cooles desire Cassandraes sute suffised to remoue My lewde request but contrarie the fire Hir teares inflam'd of lust and filthy Loue. And hauing thus the conquest in my handes No prayer seru'de to worke restraint in mee But needes I woulde vntye the precious bandes Of this fayre Dames spotles Virginitie The spoyle was sweete and wonne euen as I woulde And yet vngainde tyll I had giuen my trothe To marie hir and that hir brother shoulde Be free from death all which I bounde with oathe It resteth nowe vnlesse I wrong hir much I keepe my vowe and shall Andrugio lyue Such grace woulde mee with vnindifferencie tuch To pardon him that dyd commit a Rape To set him free I to Cassandra sware But no man else is priuie to the same And rage of Loue for thousande oathes nyll spare More then are kept when gotten is the game Well what I sayde then Louer like I sayde Nowe reason sayes vnto thy credite looke And hauing well the circumstaunces wayde I finde I must vnsweare the oathe I tooke But double wrong I so should do Cassandra No force for that my might commaundeth right Hir preuie manne hir open cryes will staye Or if not so my frowning will hir fright And thus shall rule conceale my filthy deede Nowe foorthwith I wyll to the Gayler sende That secretelie Andrugio he behead Whose head he shall with these same wordes commend Actus 4. Scena 5. Gayler Andrugio GAy. Andrugio as you loue our liues forthwith post you away For Gods sake to no lyuing friend your safety yet bewraye The prouerbe sayth two may kéepe counsell if that one be gone An. Assure thy selfe most faithful friend I wylbe knowne to none To none alas I sée my scape yéeldes mee but small reléefe Cassandra and Polina wyll destroye themselues with greefe Through thought that I am dead they dead to liue what helpeth me Gay Leaue of these plaints of smal auaile thank God that you are free For God it was within my mind that did your safety moue And that same God no doubt wyl worke for your and their behoue An. Most faithful friend I hope that God wyl worke as you do say And therfore to some place vnknowne I wyl my selfe conuaye Gayler fare wel for thy good deede I must remayne thy debter In meane whyle yet receyue this gyft tyll fortune sends a better Gay God bwy syr but kepe your mony your need you do not know An. I pas not now for fortuns threats yea though hir force she show And therefore styck not to receyue this smale reward in part Gay I wyll not sure such proffers leaue t ys time you doe depart An. Since so thou wilt I wylbe gone adue tyl fortune smile Exit Gay Syr fare you wel I wyl not fayle to pray for you the while Well I am glad that I haue sent him gone For by my fayth I lyu'd in perlous feare And yet God wot to see his bytter mone When he should dye would force a man forbeare From harming him if pitty might beare sway But see how God hath wrought for his safety A dead mans head that suffered th' other day Makes him thou'ht dead through out the citie Such a iust good and righted is God is he Although awhyle he let the wicked raygne Yet he releeues the wretch in misery And in his pryde he throwes the tyraunt downe I vse these wordes vpon this onely thought That Promos long his rod can not escape Who hath in thought a wylfull murder wrought Who hath in act performd a wicked rape Gods wyll be done who well Andrugio speede Once well I hope to heare of his good lucke For God thou knowest my conscience dyd this déede And no desire of any

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.

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