ULRICO

As thou complaynst, against all equity, Holds Phallax thy house, by this extremity? Marshal, hear you warrant is: with speed, The king commands, that Promos you behead. Well, what say you? is Phallax money paid? Well, well, honest men, for your witness go, And as on proof, I find your injuries. So I will move, the king for remedies. Tys more then strange, to see with honest show, What fowl deceits, lewd officers can hide: In every case, their craft, they colour so, As Still they have, stryckt law upon their side. These cunning Thieves, with law, can Lordship's steal, When for a sheep, the ignorant are trust: Yea, who more rough, with small offenders deal, Then these false men, to make themselves seem joust? The tyrant Phallaris, was praised in this, When Perillus the brazen torment made: He found the wretch, Straight ways in some amys, And made him first, the scourge thereof taste: A joust reward for such as do present And others fault, himself, the guiltiest man. Well, to our weal, our gracious king is bent, To taste these thieves, to use what means he can. But as at Cheastes, though skilful players play, Skyllesse viewers, may see, what they omit: So though our king, in searching Judgement may, Guess at their faults, which secret wrongs commit: Yet for to judge, by truth, and not by am, My self in chief, his highness does auctorise, On proof for to return who meryts blame, And as I find, so he himself will punish: So that to use, my charge indifferently, My Clients wrongs, I will with witness try. Renowned king, I am for to complain, Of Phallax, Lord Promos secondary, Whose heinous wrouges many poor men does pain, By me, who pray, your highness remedy. Gracious King, his wrouges be these insew: First Phallax, is a coumon Barriter, In office, a lewd extortioner: The crafty man, oft puts these wrongs in use, If poor men have, that likes his searching eye, He showeth gold, the needy souls to lure: Which if they take, so taste he does them tie, That by some bond, or covenant forfeited. They are enforced (far beneath the valve) To let him have what his eye coveted: And for to prove, that this report is true, I show no more, then witness proved by oath, Whose names and hands, defends it hear as troth, Look what he gettes, most think, he wastes straight way, Upon a lewd harlot, nam Lamia: So that his goods, will scarce pay every wight. It shall be done. The king welnye to pardon him was won, His heavy wife, such storms of tears did shower, As might, with rues, have moist a stony heart. But Promos guilt, did soon this grace devour. Our gracious king, before his wretched smart, Preferred, the health, of this our common weal: But see again, to sue for him she comes, Her ruthful looks, her grief, does force Me feel. With hope, I must, his sorrows needs delay: Till Promos be dispatched out of the way. What shall I do, her sorrows to decreace? Feed her, with hope: fair dame, this moan surcease, I see the king to grace is somewhat bent, We once again thy sorrows will present: Come we will weight for time, thy suit to show. Fear not, your Lord, shall not die with such speed. For which your bend is stayed. Summum Jus, I see, is Summa Imuria: So these wrongs must be salved some other way. What? Admit be do, what help have you by this? Master Pimos, in breete, the same to show, I fear, you both, my order will refuse: Lyros, that thinks he gives more then he should, And you, for that, you have not, what you would, Well, go with me, and you the same shall see: Renowned King, it is ready: