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Promos
, Mayor, Shirife, Sworde bearer: One with a bunche of keyes: Phallax, Promos man.
You Officers which now in Iulio staye,
Know you our leadge, the King of Hungarie:
Sent me Promos, to ioyne with you in sway:
That styll we may to Iustice haue an eye.
And now to show, my rule & power at lardge,
Attentiuelie, his Letters Pattents heare:
Phallax, reade out my Soueraines chardge.

Phal.
As you commaunde, I wyll: giue heedefull eare.

Phallax readeth the Kinges Letters Patents, which must be fayre written in parchment, with some great counterfeat zeale.
Pro.
Loe, here you see what is our Soueraignes wyl,
Loe, heare his wish, that right, not might, beare swaye:
Loe, heare his care, to weede from good the yll,
To scoorge the wights, good Lawes that disobay.
Such zeale he beares, vnto the Common weale,
(How so he byds, the ignoraunt to saue)
As he commaundes, the lewde doo rigor feele.
Such is his wish, such is my wyll to haue:
And such a Iudge, here Promos vowes to be.
No wylfull wrong, sharpe punishment shall mysse,
The simple thrall, shalbe iudgde with mercie,
Each shall be doombde, euen as his merite is:
Loue shall not staye, nor hate reuenge procure,

Loue, hate and gaine, the causes of Iniustice.


Ne yet shall Coyne, corrupt or foster wrong:
I doo protest, whylste that my charge indure,
For friende nor foe, to singe a partiall song.
Thus haue you heard, howe my Commission goes,
He absent, I present our Soueraigne styll:
It aunsweres then, each one his dutie showes,
To mee, as him, what I commaunde and wyll.



Ma.
Worthy Deputie, at thy chardge we ioye,
We doe submitte our selues, to worke thy heast:
Receyue the sword of Iustice to destroy,
The wicked impes, and to defend the rest.

Shri.
Our Citty keyes, take wisht Liftenaunt heare,
We doe committe our safetie to thy head:
Thy wyse foresight, will keepe vs voyde of feare,
Yet wyll we be assistant still at neede.

Pro.
Both Swoorde and Keies, vnto my Princes vse,
I doo receyue and gladlie take my chardge.
It resteth nowe, for to reforme abuse,
We poynt a tyme, of Councell more at lardge,
To treate of which, a whyle we wyll depart.

Al
speake.
To worke your wyll, we yeelde a wylling hart.

Exeunt.