FALSE DOCTRINE

Art thu not ashamed, to talk so like a knave? Our order permit us not to have them in marriage What fashion use you, to us here intymate. Of them both to show, it will not be far amys. As thu hast begun, go forward in it and tell. We never break vow, so long as we do not marry, Though we in whoredom, be never so bold & busy. Yet is it to them a very Pleasant thing, Their abbot at home, to be called lord and King. It become not the, the Romish pope so to lurche. Considering he is, the highest of the church. Ah, now I perceive, thu art disposed to mock, Of all holy church, he is the principal head. Why should dogs hate him? make that more euy dent. What is their prattling, I pray the heartily tell me. Than do they compare, the papists unto dogs. Marry that must we, or else it will be wrong, He will sure destroy us, if we do suffer him long. Needs must we serve him, as we ones served Christ. As he preached here, we followed from ̄ place to place, To trap him in snare, and his doctrine to deface. Than found we the means, to put him so to death, Least he against us, should open any more breath. And we set four knights, to keep him down in his graven. That he never more, our living should deprave. And thus must we serve, the Gospel, no remedy, Else will be destroy, our living perpetually. Better one were loft, than we should perish all, As Caiphas ones said, in counsel pharisaical. Four knights will we hire, who ̄ we shall Straight lie charge, To keep him down harden. The first are ambycyouse prelates, Then covetous lawyers, that Gods word spyghtful lie hates, Lords without learning, & justices unrightful, These will keep him down, and rap him on the scull. There someners & there scribes, I wara ̄ de you shall steer With balyues and catch polls, to hold him down every where. I trow Rug & Corbet, At Norwich will do their partly. With wharton of Bongaye, and for my sake put him to smart. His self may do that, he need continued ̄ mand no ̄ other. Is not he the head, of the holy church our mother? May not he make saints, and devils at his own pleasure? Which hath in his would ̄ des, the keys & churches trea sure? So wele as he made, S. Herma ̄ first a Saint, And twenty years after, of heresy him attain? First he sent him to heaven, by his canonyzacyon, And from them to hell, by and excommunycacyon, We read of Formosus, that after he was dead, One pope his fyngars, and other cut of his head. And threw his carcase, into the flood of Tiber, With the head & fyngars, as Platina does reme ̄ ber. In token that he, is judge over quick and dead, And may Dam ̄ pne & save, by his pardons under led, Sylvester the seco ̄ de, to the devil himself ones gave For that high office, that he might damn & save. He offered also, his stones to Satan, they say, For priests chastity, and so went their marriage a way. Show me brother mine, who dead the hither send. You mind than to preach, afore this company? Preach here thu shalt not, without the authority, Of pope or bishop, or of some of their affinity. Thu shalt not here preach, do thu the best thu can. What is that to the? go meddle thu with old shone. Cannyst thu say but they, are good sygnyfycacyons? Get the hens shortly, or with the it will be wrong. Wele, take thy pleasure, and do it hardly. Who first speak first speed, step fourth and read thy pardon, And when he hath done, your course is father ward ̄ I would thy Gospel, & thu were both now in hell. Thu Wilt not be answered, till thu feel a sharper rod. Lete me have a letter, for I will be a brother. Who made the so bold, to meddle within my cure? And teach new learning? And heretic art thu sure? If endue search were made, we should find the (I think) no pryst. Lete me see, where are, the letters of thy order? Here I attache the, for a busy scysmatyke. And will the accuse, for and haynouse heretic. Say hands upon him, & deprive him of this apa rell. Loo, thus will I would ̄ dle, all the ̄ y to shall take thy quarrel Hold away with this gere, & say it fourth a side. Brent shall he not be, if he will no more do so. Fellawe how sayest thu? Wilt thu here abjure or no? I offered the reason, and thereto thu Wilt not apply, Wele get the forward, for thu shalt sure die. The temporal power, shall judge the to the fire, At our accusement, and holy religious desire. Here is a prating, with a very vengeance hens. Now, somewhat will I tell to continued ̄ firm thy tale withal In King ferdyna ̄ ds time, in Spain was a Cardinal Petrus mendoza, was the very man that I mean. Of some as he had, great number besides the queen. One of his bastards, was earl, and other was duke, Whom also he abused, and thought it no rebuke. Johannes Cremons, and other good Cardinal, For reformation of the clergy spiritual, Came ones into Englam ̄ de, to Dam ̄ pne priests matrymo nigh. And the next night after, was take ̄ doing bytcherye. E fius also, which fiercely came to dispute, In lipsia with luther, minding there him to continued ̄ foot For marriage of prestys, three children had that year. By this may you see that sum ̄ time we make merry cheer. Thu shalt sure have, a lyuery of the same cloth, Gramercies by God, my old Friend Infidelity.