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The returne of .M. smythes enuoy seruaunt to the Kynges Royall Maiestye and Clerke of the Quenes graces counsell (though most vnworthy) |
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Trolle here, trolle there, trolle out, trolle in | |
Ye trolle away and trolle aboute lyke a blynde sym. | |
EUen with the same commendacion that to you dothe pertayne | |
I sende you here myne answer, which is no great treatyse | |
Desyrynge you to marke, and to vnderstande playne | |
That I haue receyued your enuyous and proude enterpryse | |
5 | The mater wherof, I trust, all honest men dothe despyse |
But bragge and face what you can, I care not a whyt | |
I take tyme as tyme is, though hereafter commeth not yet. | |
¶You ruffle and you rayle, for malyce and despyte | |
And as a loftye lurden, you shewe your-selfe full playne | |
10 | For-asmoche as you are greued with the good that I dyd wryte |
Which I wyll neuer denye, but earnestlye mayntayne | |
Hauynge causes ynowe, on your malyce to complayne | |
For your manasynges and threatnynges, wherin I am sure ye do but gesse | |
For layenge popery to your charge, your herte grauntynge there no lesse. | |
15 | ¶Though with the poynt of my penne I dyd you so spurre and pryck |
That therby you were greued, and greatlye styrred to yre | |
Yet I councell you to syt sure, and that you nother wynche nor kyck | |
For and yf you do, I wyll surely laye you in the myer | |
Take no more vpon you then is mete, lest your-selfe ye do tyer | |
20 | Or some other myschefe chaunce you, take this prouerbe for a token |
That a sycke man is sone beaten, and a skalde hed sone broken. | |
¶I was nothynge greued that your-selfe so openly ye dyd declare | |
Nether with the descrybynge of your name, nor of your seruyce the pyth | |
Nor yet wyll any honest man so iudge, and therfore I nothynge care | |
25 | Though mad malyce moued you, to be despyted therwith |
Ragynge because I compared a cobler with the smyth | |
Your folyshe dysplesure wherwith, is easye ynough to be founde | |
Namynge me as ye arre, an vpryght vagabo[n]de. | |
¶Of the openynge of your name and seruyce I knew not your entent | |
30 | But yet for your doynges, I thought ye worthy blame |
Not countynge you gyltlesse, and therfore I dyd you shent | |
Consydrynge I regarded your dede, more then I dyd your name | |
And therfore vnto your offyce, I wysshed no maner of shame | |
But entendynge my purpose I wryte as in my mynde it laye | |
35 | Howbeyt, you beynge naught your-selfe, turne it another waye. |
¶Sometyme a thefe shameth not to shewe bothe his name and face | |
Where the true man hydeth hym-selfe, and standeth in great doute | |
Least that this theuyshe malyce shuld present it-selfe in place | |
To the destruccyon of him that his thefery wolde trye oute | |
40 | So in lykewyse you, do seke all corners rounde aboute |
But it will not helpe you, though awhyle there be delaye | |
Tyme maye brynge you forthe, as well as it doth poure graye | |
¶For romblynge in the scryptures in-dede I dyd you reproue | |
Wysshynge with all my herte that your doynges ye wold amende | |
45 | Descrybynge your faute playnly, as honestye dyd me behoue |
You myght gentely haue spoken with me if ye coulde me reprehende | |
But I am sure ye mynded it not, but dyd it least intende | |
For all your bragges and krackes, on your ale-benche when you syt | |
Let tyme be as tyme is, though herafter commeth not yet. | |
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50 | ¶To a taylour in-dede I aduysed you that ye dyd resorte |
For the shapynge out of scrypture / your text the better to frame | |
A secte I am sure more catholyck / then are your popysshe sorte | |
Beynge the membres of chryst / and him-selfe the hed of the same | |
Neyther heretyckes nor papistes / but men of honest fame | |
55 | That alwayes are obedyent and vse not / for to rebelle |
Though you and soche other / wolde helpe therto with your councell. | |
¶I nother bluster nor blowe / any false mater to proue | |
Though you do desyer of euery honest man the fall | |
Nother layed I popery to your charge / but thought ye dyd it loue | |
60 | For yf by you / popery I coulde proue / then a traytour I wolde you call |
And wolde it not concele / but bryng you to your tryall | |
Our doynges wyll apere / though ye defer them for a space | |
And I wyll be forth-commynge / before your betters to shewe my face. | |
¶The rest of your raylynges I wyll as now omytte | |
65 | Upon soche braynles braggery my tyme I wyll not spende |
They do nothyng elles but manyfest the lewde vse of your wyt | |
And the myschefe of your herte whiche to other ye do pretende | |
You haue no nother buckler your-selfe for to defende | |
Who rebuketh your secte / or wolde reforme your popery | |
70 | Amonge you strayte / he is a mayntayner of heresy. |
¶Thus / though ye wolde be hydden / yet men may easely knowe | |
What trayterous hertes ye beare / to god and oure good kynge | |
His grace hath geuen iniunctyons / whiche cleane to ouerthrowe | |
What councelles do ye holde / to euydent is the thynge | |
75 | We shulde beware of your treason / for surely I feare ye wolde brynge |
Your romyshe ruffeler to be our heed / by some maner of shyft | |
To the whiche your papisticall flocke / not longe agoo gaue a lyft. | |
¶There sawe we playnly / a myscheuous and detestabell sorte | |
Of false fayned hertes / that agaynst our good kynge dyd aryse | |
80 | Sekynge his destruccyon / and all theyrs that him dyd supporte |
Beynge armed with customes / and soche fayned lyes | |
But god (who of his grace) euer prouydeth for his | |
Gaue soche knowlege therof / that they had not theyr entent | |
Some fledde / som taken / some were hanged on the galowes and brent. | |
85 | ¶Whiche thynge I do desyre / all true subiectes to regarde |
And to god and our good kynge / to beare a due obedyence | |
And to all false fayned hertes I wyshe the same rewarde | |
Euen lyke as the others had / worthely for their offence | |
And nowe Master .T._.S. marke well this sentence | |
90 | Consyder that as you be / so haue you vsed your wyt |
And I take tyme / as tyme is / though herafter come not yet. | |
¶Parauenture Syr .T._S. you wyll yet bragge and bost | |
As ye do here in that ye wyll dryue me out of the way | |
But be not to busye I aduyse you / lest you come to your cost | |
95 | Though in myne owne cause / I wyll but lytell saye |
For and yf you worke moche / ye shall perceyue I wyll not playe | |
Nether holdynge downe my hed / nor yet beare it to moche aloft | |
For all your braggynge countenance / it wyl become you to speke soft. | |
¶Nowe for an ende (Eternall God) I beseche the graunt longe lyfe | |
100 | With prosperous contynuans, to Henry our most noble kynge |
And to Katheryne our Quene also, his most Laufull Wyfe And] Andd 1540; Katheryne] Katherynge 1540 | |
And graunt betwene theym bothe, lyke other braunches to sprynge | |
(As is Edwarde our Prynce[,] that most odoriferous thynge[)] Prynce,] Prynce? 1540; thynge)] thynge 1540 | |
Preserue theym longe togither Lorde, and graunt theym all the blysse | |
105 | Where Angels incessantly, synge (Gloria in excelsis) |
Amen. This line is set alongside the previous one | |
¶ God saue the kynge. | |
Trolle here, Trolle there, Trolle out, Trolle in | |
Ye trolle awaye and trolle about, lyke a blynde Sym. | |
¶Imprynted at London by Rycharde_bankes, And be to sell in Lombard_stret[e] /strete] stret 1540 nere vnto the stockes by Rycharde_Kele. | |
Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum. The imprimatur was inserted by the printer into the colophon |