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Scena. 2.

Enter Vlrico, Marshall.
Vl.
Marshall, heare you warrant is: with speede,
The king commaundes, that Promos you behead.

Mar.
Sir, his highnesse wyll, shalbe 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 greefe, doth force mee feele.
With hope, I must, hir sorrowes needes delay:
Tyll Promos be dispacht out of the way.