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The metynge OF DOCTOR BARONS AND doctor Powell at Paradise-gate and of theyr communicacion bothe drawen to Smithfylde from the Towar. The one burned for Heresye as the papistes do saye truly and the other quartered for popery and all within one houre. | |
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Powel |
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IT is sene often | |
That men mete nowe and then | |
But so do hylles neuer | |
What wynde draue the hether | |
draue: possibly ='draw', but more likely 'drave', i.e. 'drove' | |
Barons |
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5 | Demaunde thou wherefore |
For quyet euer-more | |
I haue trauelid longe therefore | |
Powel |
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Why I the desire | |
Thy reward is borning fyer | |
10 | Thy trauell was non other |
But against holi churches mother | |
Barons |
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Trulye thou doste not saye | |
Ful besy I haue bene | |
Goddes worde so pure and cleane | |
15 | As it hathe bene wel se[n]e |
To open nyghte and daye | |
But I haue bene so croppid | |
Pollid and noppid | |
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And so often stopped | |
20 | In that my godly Iornye |
Euer some popishe trayne | |
Out of a byshoppes brayne | |
Dyd turne me backe agayne | |
Cleane besyde the waye | |
25 | So for the verye trothe |
I fasyd wyth manye an othe fasyd: =faced; see below, fasinges | |
And susteyninge muche wrothe | |
My dewtye coulde not doo | |
Thoughe Barons was my name | |
30 | And had grudge and blame |
Rebuke disdayne and shame | |
Wyth sorowe care and woo | |
By many of the wycked | |
I was spornid at and kycked | |
35 | When that they were prycked |
One the galde backe | |
That they myghte fulfyll | |
Theyre popishe wycked wyll | |
And so contenewe styll | |
40 | With malis lie and cracke |
They made many listes | |
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And gaue no small giftes | |
Now litle to theire thriftes | |
By burning very longe | |
45 | They alleged many lawes |
After their owne sawes | |
Not wordy .ii. strawes wordy: ='worth'; see OED s.v. worthy adj. | |
To put pore men to wronge | |
Some pore sely sowles | |
50 | Were brought forthe to powles |
With carefull heuy nowles | |
Suffering muche shame and care | |
Some had there names | |
With tauntes rebukes and shame[s], shames] shame 1548 | |
55 | And constrayned were with blames |
Fagots for to were | |
Some in prison depe | |
Did lye and slepe | |
And coulde not sturre nor crepe | |
60 | Lyke theues as they had bene |
With course barley-bred | |
Very hungerly feade | |
So heuy as any leade | |
Theire drinke was water thin | |
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65 | If they had not sought a_boute |
Frendes to get them out | |
Long ells they mought | |
In prison tarry still | |
And yet no cause why | |
70 | That they coulde pacifie |
Or ells truly iustifie | |
But theyr malice to fulfyll | |
For the truthes sake | |
Some they did make | |
75 | Their gods to forsake |
Some were exiled clene | |
Many they did spill | |
Bannyshe burne and kyll | |
Folowy[n]g theyr wicked wyll Folowyng] Folowyg 1548 | |
80 | Lyke theues as they had bene |
Some in the bishoppes chambere | |
Priuelye examined were | |
Because the people shuld not com nere | |
To knowe what there was done | |
85 | Wythe threteninges all to_mainyd |
And fasinges sore blaimid | |
To recante they were constrayned | |
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From thens or they were gone | |
Powell |
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Fy Barons thou raylest | |
90 | It is not true thou faylest |
To lewdly thou saylest | |
In thy communication | |
Tell some other tayle | |
And do no longer rayle | |
95 | For els I will not fayle |
To leaue the here alone. | |
Barons. |
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It is your old pleying | |
That we do vse rayling | |
The truth when we be sayeng | |
100 | Against your noughty lyuing |
Ye can not abyde | |
Youre wyckednes should be spyde | |
Or the truth should be tride | |
Ye be therat so byting | |
105 | But God that sitteth on hye |
So haue on me mercie | |
If I entent to lye | |
Or therof wyll make reciting | |
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Therfore brother powell | |
110 | Though on popery styll ye smelle |
And will not that I tell | |
Your detestable fasshion | |
As I am so I am | |
Nother popish nor roman | |
115 | But a very christian |
And that on christes passion | |
For witnes do I call | |
Though bitter was my fall | |
I am content with-all | |
120 | [.......................] The rhyme-scheme indicates that a line is wanting. |
Let me my mynd declare | |
For I will not spare | |
Nowe I am past care | |
The truth for to saye | |
125 | Mercy I tell the shewed they none |
But a_way with flesh and bone | |
Of them they cried anone | |
That spake against theyr wyll | |
Better it were they sayd | |
130 | In yrons that he were teyd |
Or to the fier leyde | |
Then our kingdom he should spyll | |
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Still about they sought | |
And spitfully wrought | |
135 | Speaking that was not thought |
The truth to put to flight | |
With malyce to much vsed | |
Iudasly they accused | |
The truth to be refused | |
140 | Was all theyr delyght |
Abroad were sent lyers | |
Of prestes and of friers | |
To be priuy spiers | |
To put Gods woord to wrong | |
145 | Who did not cease |
Malyce to encrease | |
And not quietnes | |
Through the ynglysh thr[on]ge thronge] thrauge 1548 | |
If they had remembred well | |
150 | What on the Iewes fell |
Persecuting the gospell | |
And the vndoubted truyth | |
Then woulde they loke about | |
And feare their popish route | |
155 | In peaces should brest out |
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Or haue a great ruyth | |
A deuelysh mad deuise | |
Well-doing to dispise | |
Naming it the new gise | |
160 | As some did it call |
Which be the holy roode | |
Hath done much more good | |
To our ynglysh bloud | |
Then the old fasshion all | |
Powell. |
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165 | Cease thy comunication |
Against the olde fasshion | |
Our catholyke tradicion | |
What doest thou knowe | |
Of bate or sedicion | |
170 | Of grudge or rebellyon |
Within ynglysh region | |
That the old sorte did sowe | |
I see thou dust not fayle | |
To Ieste and to rayle | |
175 | With an euell tayle, |
And malyciously to crowe. | |
Barons |
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A thou popish asse | |
Shall I let passe | |
The prelates iniquitas | |
180 | Wherat totus mundus |
Rorith at the bisshops | |
With their romysh shiphockes shiphockes: =sheep-hooks, 'croziers' | |
The popes priuy cokes | |
I meane plainlye thus | |
185 | Who lyst to seke about |
May in chronicles sone finde oute | |
What sedes the popish route | |
In yngland hath sowen | |
Because the time is short | |
190 | I shall brefely report |
And wright in dewe sort | |
Them what I haue knowen | |
And howe manfully hardy manfully hardy: cf. OED s.v. manful-hardy adj. | |
The fathers of the clargy | |
195 | And nothing at all [t]ardy tardy] hardy 1548 |
In lyes, disdayne and pryde | |
Spared no expence | |
Nor yet dayly diligence | |
By the preuie defence | |
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200 | Gods worde for to hyde |
Sinna sinnarum is | |
That thou in no wyes myss | |
To conueye this | |
To the high prelates al | |
205 | It is my last writing |
I wold they vse no byting | |
Yet open sittinge | |
What-soeuer therof be_fal The following note appears, printed in the right margin and partially trimmed: A faut escaped on the other side o[f] this page the iii. Line for dronken bl[oc]kes rede d[ra]kes bloud[e]. | |
THE LETTER OF BARONS |
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Ful heuy I say they ought to be | |
210 | For so long cloking of gods veriti |
And to lament right bitterly | |
Calling for mercye | |
That he wold their eyes open | |
Yt theyr stony harts may be broken | |
215 | Whyche so longe hathe bene soken |
With doctrine so fylthy | |
All the woorlde doth nowe it spye | |
And wonderfully vpon them crye | |
That they so long christe dyd denye | |
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220 | Our only helth and sauioure |
and made vs beleue on stoks and stons | |
Dr[akes bloude] and drye bones, Drakes bloude] Dronken blockes 1548See side note adjacent to line 208. | |
To be all helpers for the nones | |
For our wicked behauiore | |
225 | Holly bred and holly water |
Wt redde letters written in paper | |
And to the cake as to oure maker | |
To trust they did vs teache | |
For the thonder to the holly bell | |
230 | And at our dethe the holly candel |
Masses propiscatory they did sel propiscatory: =propitiatory | |
To be our helping leche | |
For this lordes la[dy]es and knyght ladyes] laydes 1548 | |
They haue had in greate despighte | |
235 | Wt many other that nowe wright |
Against theyr abhominacion | |
It is wel knowen and now espied | |
By my bloude and other that fryed | |
In smithefild gods word hath tried | |
240 | Theyr pharisis olde fasshion |
Suche as was to polles called | |
And in prisones cruelly scallid | |
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For gods worde and spitfully bralled | |
For vengeance haue cried | |
245 | To god who with ye prelats now hath [met] met] ment 1548 |
For theyr tiranny without let | |
and for th[e]yr Iuggeling and snaring net theyr] thyr 1548 | |
This cannot be denied | |
There is no man that now brookes | |
250 | There stowte crakes and hie lookes |
Their double hartes and fabling bokes | |
Their pride do abate | |
Thogh truth was inclosed in a wal | |
It is broken out and now doth fall | |
255 | Your lordly pride brother snowbal |
All these be sene of late. | |
Powell. |
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Thou abhominable heretike | |
Fantasticall and lunatike | |
Thi wordes mi hart do throw-prick | |
260 | Thus to heare the rayle |
Prate and say what thou wylle | |
The papistes therat haue no skylle | |
They wyll kepe their holde stylle | |
And thou shalt not preuayle | |
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265 | I se there is no remedy |
Any longer to talke with the | |
As thou was so wilte thou be | |
Abhominable hereticke | |
As for thy letter to conueye | |
270 | To my prelates stoute and gaye |
Here I openlye saye the naye | |
And thereat trust and stycke | |
They wyll preuayle when thou art gone | |
When thou and thine lamente and mone | |
275 | Thei haue to be meri it is wel-knouen |
No sorowe can make them sicke | |
Barons |
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The deuel, a lye brother powell | |
Dust thou saye but I the tel | |
Let them lyue any longer to smell | |
280 | And theyr fusty popery |
Thei know the law thei know the paine | |
They can no longer cloke nor fayne | |
And if they do I tel the certayne | |
Theyr rewarde is playne ropery | |
285 | Hereof I nede not much to saye |
Yu assaied the game thou knowest the play | |
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Let them turne theyr mynd a_waye | |
And stryfe not against the right | |
If the lordly poure might ons a_bate | |
290 | Then wold they quicly open the gate |
Of true doctrine which of late | |
king henry did bring to light | |
God saue king Edwards noble grace | |
and send his highenes tyme and space | |
295 | To continewe forth his godly trace |
By gods powre and might | |
and send yl-chaun[c]e and crokid happes chaunce] chaunre 1548 | |
To all suche popishe forked capes | |
That gaue so manye curs[e]d slappes cursed] cursd 1548 | |
300 | For gods blissed word |
So hath he done it is certayne | |
They haue not won I tel the pleine | |
And neuer shal tyl they haue againe | |
The pope to be there lord | |
Powel |
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305 | The deuil of hel be thy gyde |
Thou dust euer braule and chyde | |
Against my sorte and dust not byde | |
One word lesse or more | |
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Thou saist thou comest to haue rest | |
310 | Thou shalt be the deuels geste |
And herto I wyll do my best | |
Thou mayst be sure therfore. | |
Finis. |
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Imprynted At London, at the signe of the Hyll, at the west dore of Paules. By Wyllyam_Hill. And there to be sold |