PROMOS

Renowned King, lo here your faithful subjects preast to show The loyal duty, which (in right) they to your highness owe. Your presence, cheers all sorts of us: yet ten times more we joy, You think us stoarde, our warning short, for to receive a Roye. Our will, is such, as shall supply, I trust in us all want, And where good will the welcome gives, provision syld is scant. Lo, this is all: yea, for us all, that I in words bestow, Your Majesty, our further zeal, in ready deeds shall know. And first, dread King, I render you, the sword of Justice hear, Which as your Lieutenant I trust, uprightly I did hear. I thank your Highness. Regarded and most mighty Prince, your clemency herein, Those hearts, your rule, continued ̄ mands through fear to faithful love shall win. Dread king, I think, he can these wrong discharge. Dread King, my heart to hear his faults does bleed. Ah, out alas, Cassandra hear I see. Welcome my sweet Cassandra. My guilty heart commands my tongue. Oh king, to tell a truth, I do confess this tale is true, and I deserve thy wrath. My faults were great, Oh King, yet grant me mercy, That now with bloody sighs, lament my sins too late. Farewell, my friends, take warning by my fallen, Disdain my life, but listen to my end, Fresh harms, they say, the viewers so appall, As oft they win, the wicked to amend. I need not hear, my faults at large resyte, Untimely death, does witness what I was: A wicked man, which made each wrong seem right, Even as I would, was wrested every case. And thus long time, I lived and rule by will, Where as I loved, their faults, I would not see: Those I did hate, ten times beyond there ill I did pursue, vile wretch, with cruelty. Yea daily I, from bade, to worse did slide, The reason was, none durst, control my life: But see the fallen, of mischeeue, in his pride. My faults, were known, and lo with bloddy Axe, The headseman Straight, my wrongs with death will quite: The which, in worth I take, acknowledging, The doom, was given, on cause, and not on spite, Wishing my end, might serve for a warning. For such as rule, and make their will a law, If to such good, my fainting tale might tend, Wretched Promos, the same would longer draw: But if that words prevail, my woeful end From my huge faults, then ten times more will warn. Forgiveness now, of all the world I crave, Therewith that you, in zealous prayer, will Beseech of God, that I the grace may have: At latter gasp, the fear of death to kill. Oh sir, in my case, your self would be as slow. Sweet wife, to die. This moan good wife, for Christ's sake, forsake: I late resolved, through fear of death, now quake. Not so much, for my heinous sins forepast: As for the grief that present thou dost taste. Forgive thee, ab: nay, for my souls relief, Forget sweet wife, this thy most guyltles grief. Farewell, farewell, be of good cheer deer wife: With joy for woe, I shall exchange this life. Andrugios death, Polina forgive Me: Leave moan, sweet wife. I do deserve this death. Farewell, farewell. Cassandra, how shall I discharge thy endue? Most gracious King, I will not fail my best, In these precepts, to follow your behest.