God save Queene Isabell, and her princely sonne.

Madam, the Maior and Citizens of Bristow,

In signe of love and dutie to this presence,

Present by me this traitor to the state,

Spencer, the father to that wanton Spencer,

That like the lawles Catiline of Rome,

Reveld in Englands wealth and treasurie.

Fellow enough: my lord I pray be short,

A faire commission warrants what we do.

Away with them.

As good be gon, as stay and be benighted.

My lord, be going, care not for these,

For we shall see them shorter by the heads.

Come, come, keepe these preachments till you come to the place appointed. You, and such as you are, have made wise worke in England .

Will your Lordships away?

Remember thee fellow? what else?

Follow me to the towne.