Shrew.
^noteMy Lord of Surrey, and Sir Thomas Palmer,
might I with pacience tempte your graue aduise. ^note
I tell ye true, that in these daungerous times,
I doo not like this frowning vulgare brow.

^{note note}My searching eye did neuer entertaine,
a more distracted countenaunce of greefe
then I haue late obseru'de
in the displeased c&obar;mons of the Cittie.

Sur.
Tis straunge, that from his princely clemencie,
So well a tempred mercie and a grace,
to all the Aliens in this fruitefull land,
that this highe-creasted insolence should spring,
from them that breathe from his maiestick bountie,
that fatned with the trafficque of our countrey:
alreadie leape into his subiects face.

Pal.
yet Sherwin hindred to commence his suite
against de Bard, by the Ambassadour
by supplication made vnto the King.
who hauing first entic'de away his wife,
and gott his plate, neere woorth foure hundred pound,
to greeue some wronged Cittizens, that found,
this vile disgrace oft cast into their teeth:
of late sues Sherwin, and arrested him
for monie for the boording of his wife.

Sur.
The more Knaue Bard, that vsing Sherwins goods,
dooth aske him interest for the occupation:
I like not that my Lord of Shrewesburie.
Hees ill bested, that lends a well pac'de horsse,
vnto a man that will not finde him meate.

Cholme.
My Lord of Surrey will be pleasant still.

Pal.
I beeing then imployed by your honors
to stay the broyle that fell about the same,
wher by perswasion I enforc'de the wrongs,
and vrgde the greefe of the displeased cittie:
He answerd me and with a sollemne oathe
that if he had the Maior of Londons wife,
he would keepe her in despight of any [Englishe] M&Abar; ^note

Sur.
Tis good Sir Thomas then for you and me,
your wife is dead, and I a Batcheler
If no man can possesse his wife alone,
I am glad Sir Thomas Palmer I haue none.

Cholme.
If a take my wife, a shall finde her meate.

Sur.
And reason good (Sir Roger Cholmeley) too.
If these hott ffrenchemen needsly will haue sporte,
they should in kindnesse yet deffraye the charge.
Tis hard when men possesse our wiues in quiet:
and yet leaue vs in to discharge their diett.

Shrew.
My Lord, our Catours shall not vse the markett,
for our prouision, but some [straunger] LOMBARD ^note now:
will take the vittailes from him he hath bought.
A Carpenter, as I was late enformde,
who hauing bought a paire of dooues in Cheape,
immediatly a [ffrencheman] Lombard ^note tooke them from him,
and beat the poore man for resisting him.
And when the fellowe did complaine his wrongs:
he was seuerely punish'de for his labour.

Sur.
^noteBut if the Englishe blood be once but vp,
as I perceiue theire harts alreadie full
I feare me much, before their spleenes be coolde,
some of these saucie Aliens for their pride,
will pay for't soundly, wheresoere it lights.
this tyde of rage, that with the Eddie striues:
I feare me much will drowne too manie liues.

Cholme.
Now afore God, your honors, pardon me,
men of your place and greatnesse, are to blame,
I tell ye true my Lords, in that his Maiestie
is not informed of this base abuse,
and dayly wrongs are offered to his subiects
ffor if he were, I knowe his gracious wisedome, &fslash;Enter a Messenger
would soone redresse it.

Shrew.
Sirra, what newes?

Cholme.
None good I feare

Mess.
^noteMy Lord, ill newes, and wursse ^note I feare will followe
if speedily it be not lookte vnto.
The Cittie is in an vproare and the Maior,
is threatned if he come out of his house
^notea number poore artifi

<sup>note

note</sup>
fearde what this would come vnto. Fol. 5^b
notethis followes on the doctours publishing
the bill of wrongs in publique at the Spittle.

Shrew.
that doctor Beale may chaunce beshrewe himselfe
for reading of the bill

Pal.
Let vs goe gather forces to the Maior,
for quick suppressing this rebellious route.

Sur.
Now I bethinke my selfe of Maister Moore,
one of the Sheriffes, a wise and learned Gentleman,
and in especiall fauour with the people.
He backt with other graue and sober men,
may by his gentle and perswasiue speeche
perhaps preuaile more then we can with power.

Shrew.
Beleeue me, but your honor well aduises.
Let vs make haste ^note, or ^note I doo greatly feare:
some to their graues this mornings woorke will beare. exeunt.

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