INFIDELITY

♫ Broom, broom, broom, broom, broom. Buy broom buy ♫ buy. Bromes for shoes and pow h Rings, boats and ♫ buskyns for new bromes / Broom, broom, broom. Marry God give you good even, And the holy man Saint Steven, Send you a good new year. I would have brought you the pax. Or else anymage of wax. If I had known you hear. I will my self so handle. That you shall have a candle, When I come hither again. At this your Sudden motion. I was in soch devotion, I had never broke a vain. No, no, it was but a fart, For pastime of my heart, I would you had it forsooth. In serupp or in souse, But for noyance of the House, For easement of your tooth, Now have I my dream in deed, God send me wele to speed, And sweet Saint Antony. I thought I should meet a knave, And now that fortune I have Among this company. I said. I would be your slave, If your grace would me have And do your work anon, I would so rub your boats, Therofe should from the rotes, When you should do them on, Your mouth shall kiss my dock, Your tongue shall it unlock, But I say what is your name? I thought so by your stature, And by your ancient gature, You were of soch a rature, When I first herd you speak. You commoned with God lately, And now you are his baily, Mankind to rule dyscretely, Welcome sir huddy peke. By the mass I the defy, With thy whole cuckoldry, And all that with the hold. Then after our great madness, Lete us fallen to some sadness, And tell me what you in tend, Now will I prove you a liar, Next cosyne to a friar, And on the gall you rub. You say thy follow your law, And varyee not a straw, Which is a tale of a tub / The sun ones in the clyppes Away the clearness slyppes And darkened is the day, Of the planetee influence, Ariseth the pestilence. To many ones decay, Does not the see so rage, That non can it assuage, And swellowe in town and street? The air which giveth breathe, Sometime infecteth to death, By his most pestilent heat. The beasts oft undemure, Which were left to mannys cure, Will him sometime devour. Thus are your rules forgot, As things of slender note, In creatures day and hour, And you are the same law, That keep them under awe, By youy most politic wit? In deed here is good sport. But why do you resort, Unto this present place? From causing of Mankind. To give to God his mind, Or his obedience. Marry Infidelity, Which never will agree, To your benyuolence. Yet will I do the best I can. To trouble you now and than. That you shall not prevail. I will cause idolatry. And most vile sodomy, To work so on graciously, You shall of your purpose fail. You are so blessed a Saint, And your self so wele can paint, That I must me acquaint, With you no remedy. And are you gone in deed? Small wyttam be your speed, Except you take good heed, I will be next of your counsel. Now will I work soch mastery, By crafts and sutyle policy, The law of nature to poison. With pestilent idolatry, And with most stinking sodomy, That he shall have no Foison. Where are these vyllen knaves? The devils own kid than slaves, That them I can not see. I conjure you both here, And charge you to apere, Like two knaves as you be. By Tetragrammaton, I charge you, apere anon, And come out of the dark. At Christmas and at Pask. you may dance the devil a mask, Whyls his great caldron plawe. you soch a prati Minion. And you now in religion, Soch two I never saw. Is not thy name idolatry? What, sometime thu Wertenberg and he, Then art thu like to Clisthenes, To Clodius and Euclides, Sardinapalus and Hercules, Which themselves oft transformed. Into a womannys lyckenes, With agylyte and quyckenes, But they had Venus sickness, As writers have declared. Thou art thu for me fit. I say yet not to hold. It is a spoart I trow, To hear how she out blow, Her witch crafts on a row, By the Mass I must needs smile. Now I pray the lete me know, What sedes that thu cannyst sow. Mankind to over throw, And the law of nature beguile. Marry thu art the devil himself, The fellawe is wele decked, Dysgysed and wele necked. Both knave bald and pyepecked. He lacketh nothing but beles. Well, you two are for my mind, Step fourth and do your kind. Leave never a point be hind, That may corrupt in man, The law writ in his heart. In his flesh do thy heart. And Sodo. And his soul to pervert, And Idol. Do thu the best thu can. Here have I pratye gynnes. Both brouches, beads and pynnes, With soch as the people wynnes, Unto idolatry. Take thu partly of them here, And Idol. Beads, Rings, and other gere, With their abomination. Idolatry with wickedness, And Sodomy with filthiness. To his most utter damnation. These two will him so use, Ich one in their abuse, And wrap him in soch evil. That by their wicked cast, He shall be at the last A morsel for the devil. Now underneath her noynges, Idolatry hath kings, With their nobility. Both dukes, lords, knights and earls. Fair ladies with their pearls. And the whole commenalte. Within the bownes of Sodomy. Does dwell the spiritual clergy, Pope, Cardinal and pryst. Nonne, Canon, Monk and fryre, With so many else as do desire, To reign under Antichrist. Detesting matrimony, They live abhomynablye, And burn in carnal lust. Shall I fell you farthernewes? At Room for prelates are stewed, Of both kinds. This is joust. The law of Nature I think, Will not be able to wink, Against the assaults of them. They having so high prelates. And so many great estates, From hens to Jerusalem. Pause now a little while, Mine ears does me beguile, If I hear not a sound. Then folk hath sped I guess, It is so by the Mess, Away now will I round, Exit. Would, would, would, would, would, would, would, would, would, would, would, A pastime quoth A, I know not the time nor when, I dead laugh so Much, seen I was and honest man. Believe me and you will, I never saw soch a spot, I would you had be there, that you might have made the fort. At the Mynorasse sir, late yester night at complyne. For soch and other, would I to Southampton go. In deed yesterday, it was their dedycacyon And thydre in Gods name, came I to see the fashion. And old fryre stood forth, with spectacles on his nose Beginning this Anteme, a my faith I do not gloze ♫ Lapides preciosi. I shall tell you sir by Gods bliss. Then came Dame Isabella, and old No ̄ ne & a calm, Crowing like a capon, and thus began the Psalm. ♫ Saepe expugnaverunt me a iuventute meam. A simple problem of bytcherye. When the fryre bego ̄ ne, Afore the Nonne, To sing of precious stones. From my youth say she, They have Comfort me, As it had be for the nonce. It was a good world, wha ̄ we had soch wholso ̄ stories Preached in our church, on Sundays & other feries. With us was it merry, When we went to Berry. And to our lady of grace, To the blood of hails, Where no good cheer fails, And other holy place. When the priests might walk. And with young wives talk. Than had we children plenty. Than cuckolds might leap, A score on a heap, Now is there not one to twenty. When the Monks were fat. And rank as a rat. With bellies like a Boar. Then all things were dear, Both befe, bread and bear, Now grudge the iourers soar. When Bishops might burn. And from the truth turn. The syllye simple soul. Than durst no man creak, Open mouth nor speak. Of Christ nor yet of Powle. Now are the knaves bold. With Scriptures to hold, And teach them every where. The carter, the sowter. The bodger, there clowter, That all will away I fere. At us so they pull. Our livings are Dull, We are now like to fallen. If we do not fight, For the churches right, By the Mess we shall loose all. But I pray you sir, tell me what is your name In these same parties, what do you now intend? We may do nothing, if we be pynned in thus. Neither you nor God, to that hardetrade shall bryn ge us. We must have one God, & worship him alone? Marry that in deed, would make a Turk to groan. If we be stricken, we may not strike again? A proper bargain, and dyscretelye uttered plain. For cumpanyes sake, you say we may not love? I defy your worst, and to you there is my glove. In the quarrel of love, I shall prove you ere I go, By the Mess I think, to put you to your fence. Nay by cocks soul frynd, I must lay you on the coat In loves cause to fight, you may soon have me a float Nay, have at your pysche, defend you if you may. By the blessed lord, than will I play Robsons partly. By cocks soul give over. so soon as I seal smart. Then lete me alone, and we shall soon agree, And I shall be glad, to be acquainted with you. The worst fault I have, I am hasty now and than ̄ , But it is soon gone, I took it of a woman. But what mean those tables, that you have in your hand ? What is the effect, of your laws Iudycyall? Good days might you have, you speak it full wele by the road. I am a poor lad, & by my troth bent earnestly, To wait upon you, and to be your very lackey. Yea, for advantage, to smell out your subtylyte. Nay that I will not, by Yngham Trinity. Soch knights will I have, as shall continued ̄ found the ̄ all As Sadducees & scribes, with the sect pharysayeal By help of my children Idolatry and Sodomy. The law of Nature, I cast ones in a lepry. I have yet two more, Ambycyon & Covetousness. Which will do as Much, to the law of Moses. Where are my whoresons, that they come not away. By wresting the text, to the scriptures soar decay. And what Wilt thu do, my fellawe Covetousness? Why, what will you say, unto y e ten continued ̄ maundeme ̄ tes? As I spoke I thought, & Still think by Saint Johan Yea, persecute Still the instructers of the people. And thu Covetousness, lete no bell ring I ̄ steeple, Without a profyght. Tush, take money every where So nigh clyppe and shave, that thu leave never a hear? I marvel how he, could come to so Much good. They do the better, for by the ̄ they may have profyght As for the other, do trouble them day and night, Well, now step forward, and go do your business. To the corrupting, of the law of Moses. Sing then at our farewell, to recreate our mind. Now am I left alone. And these, ii. merchau ̄ tes gone, Their mischiefs to conclude. I think within a while, They will trap & beguile The worthy law of Jude. Ambycyon first of all, With his rites bestial, will make the people swine. In draff will he the ̄ lede, And with tradycyo ̄ S fede Where they shall sup or dine. Covetousness will work, That many one shall bark, Like dogs against the truth. Some shall Gods word defile, & some will it revile Soch beastlynesse ensueth. Ambycyon hath this hour All the whole spiritual, pour And may do what him lust. Now covetousness does rule, And hath both horse & mule. All matters by him dyscust. Now byshopryckes are sold, & the holy ghost for gold The pope does buy and fell. The truth may not be told, under pains manifold With sendings down to hell. The people priests do famish, And their goods from ̄ them ravish. Yea, and all the world they blind. All princes do they mock, And rob the syllye flock Nothing they leave behind. On the face of Moses, A vail they have cast dou ghtles. The light of the law to hide. Least Me ̄ to Christ should continued ̄ me, from ̄ ceremonies do ̄ me As to their heavenly guide. The law can never be, at any liberty. Where soch two enemies reign. Now is it time to walk, of this more will I talk, when I come hither again. Nay, he that spoke of you, was selling of a Cod, In and oyster boat, a little beyond queen hythe, A Northern man was he, & b sought you to be blithe, Nay sir by the rood, nor yet a wholesome teacher. He swore like a man, by all continued ̄ tent ̄ tes of the Gospel He swore and better swore, yea, he dead swear & swe are again. Much are they to blame, that there brethren so report I pray you how lo ̄ ge, have your sweet spouse continued ̄ tynued Than are you a cuckold, by the blessed holy mass, As I said afore, so comes it now to pass. For I am a prophet, by high inspiration led. Now like I my self, Much better than I dead. You sayt that Saint Paul, begat your wife with chyl de Marry so they say, you fellows of the new lerynge. Forsake holy church, and now fallen fast to wynynge, Yea, poor married men, have very Much a do, I cou ̄ to him wisest, that can take a snatch and to go. At her purse or arse, tell me good fryre fuccage? By the Mess I laugh, to hear this whoreson prate Soch a knave I suppose, is not from hens to hell. Nay, monk and churl, for here is no King butone. If he be a King. his mace is a marry bone, Any his crown a cow torde. Soch knaves as come from the Carr, Must be called kings, for playing a popish partly, If he be the highest, than is he the weather cock, They love no pese porrege, nor yet read hearings in lent, Stock Fish nor oysters, but curse him body and bone, And would his read sprottes, & rot ̄ Fish were gone Tush, I hear them I, and that makes me full sad. They say, thu teachest, nothing but lousy tradycio ̄ S And lies for lucre, with damnable superstitions. And thus they continued ̄ clude, y to the draff of popish prystes Is good enough for swine, by whom they mean the papists. Yea, and they say also, the diet of men is all. To most vile carrion, the dogs will soonest fallen. Marry that they do, & to soch swynysh hogs. As in swyll & soffe, are brought up all their life. Soch are the papists, they say both man and wife. They say of the also, that thu art a naughty knave, By prowling and lying, you friars would all have. Thine order they say, is sprung even out of hell, And all this knowledge, they have now of the Gos pell. Why mad brained whoreso ̄ S, how dead you would ̄ dle Christ? By God & wele said. Wha ̄ you have him this graven, Sta ̄ pe him down till he shyte. & serve him like a knave. Would? it is the Gospel, from him God us defend. Peace be here & God, Mastre doctor, by your leave, That I may declare, a pardon here in my sleeve. Of our lady of Boston, Ingham, and Saint Johan nes frarye, With the indulgence of blessed Saint Antony. Good Christian people, I am come hither verily, As a true poctour, of the House of Saint Antony. Of clean remission, I have brought you indulgence, A penam & culpam, for all your sin and offence. By the authority, of pope Leo & pope Clement, Pope Bonyface, pope Pius, pope Johan & pope In nocent. And here I bless you, with a Wing of the holy Ghost. From ̄ thunder to save you, & from ̄ spretes in every coost. Lo, here is a belle, to hang upon your hog, And save your cattle, from the biting of a dog. So many as will come, to this holy fraternyte, Come pay your money, & you shall have letters of me Yea, burn him wele fryre, and lete him no longer reign, Say on green fagotes, to put him to the more pain. By the mess I laugh, to see how this gere does work He is like of the ̄ , to have no more grace than a turk, For soch knaves they are, as a man shall not lightly find, And take hell over. Companyo ̄ S they are to my mind My business all, is now at a good conclusion, That I have here brought, these. iij. laws to continued ̄ fusyon Now shall I be able, to live here peaceably, And make frowlyke cheer, with heigh how fryska Jolly. The law of Nature, I cast first in a lepry. By the secret help, of idolatry and sodomy. The law of Moses, I made a crypple blind, Avarice & Ambycyon, to help me were not behind And now Christ's law, I have brent for heresy, By help of false doctrine, & my cosyne hypocrisy, On these same. iij. laws, all other laws depend, And can not prevail, now these are at and end. If Christian governors, do not these laws uphold, Their cyuyle ordynau ̄ ces, will soon be very cold. Well, this valeaum ̄ to George, hath made them all to stoop Cheer now may I make, & set cock on the houpe. Fill in all the pots, and bid me welcome hostess, And go call me hither, mine own sweet mynyo ̄ Bess Thu sprete of the air, I straightly conjure the here. By panton & Craton, and charge the to come no never. What art thu called? thy name to me rehearse. Be good in thy office, and thu shalt have money and meat. Anger me not to Much, for if thu do, I fight. Yet will I not hens, but against ones rebel. Said not I remain, with Judas and other more? When Christ preached here, & taught them in vexed him soar? Yes, & after that, was I with Simon Magus. With Sander Copper smyth, with Elimas and De metrius. And now I persever, amo ̄ ge y e ra ̄ ke rabble of papists Teaching there shorlynges, to play the Antichrystes. For by this blessed book, I went you had be a coke, And that made me so bold, For a coke ones having age With face demure and sage, And ancient to behold. As you have here in place, With a heard upon your face, What is he but a coke old? Rehearse unto me, the Articles of that Crede. Yea, and burn the knaves, that will not believe that, crede, That into the ditch, the blind the blind may lede Yea, never spare them, but evermore play the bytar, Expressing always, the tropes and types of thy my tar. The mouth of a wolf, and that shall I prove by & by. If thu stoop downward. loo, see hom the wolf does gape. Ready to devour, the lambs, least any escape. But thy woluyshnesse, by three crowns will I hide, Making the a pope, & a captain of all pride. That when thu dost slee, soch as thy laws conte ̄ yne Thu mayest say, Nor I, but the powers dead them con dempne. These Labels betoken the laws of senon & cannon Nothing, but I thought, it was joy of your life, That you were so good, to your neybers as you are. You ease them among, if it be as I hear, When you are a broad, there is fine myry cheer. Their number is soch, as hath ro ̄ ne over all The same Danes are they, men prophecy of plain, Which should over ro ̄ ne, this realm yet ones again. Dane Johan, Dane Robert, Dane Thomas, and Dam ne Harry. These same are those Danes, that say with other me ̄ nys wives. And occupyco their la ̄ des, to the detryme ̄ to of their lie ves. These are accounted, a great partly of the church, For in Gods service, they honourably wurche, Yelling and crying, till their throats are full soar. I am non other, but even the very he, And hither now come I, to continued ̄ men the matter with you Nay first will I serve you, as I lately served your ma tes And he e will I not for this place is for me? Who should here remain, but Infidelity? God send your mother, of you to have a fondelynge. By the mass I think, he is wele out of the way, Now will I contryue, the dryft of and other play. I must work soch ways, Christ's law may not con tynue, In a while am I like, to have non else of my retynue. Companions I want, to Begin this tragedy, Namely false doctrine, and his brother hypocrisy. They will not belong, I suppose now verily, By cocks fowl me think, I see soch a company. Hem I say children, will not my voice be heard? As good is a beck, as is a dew vow guard. By my honesty welcome, mine own continued ̄ panyons both. What, fryre flyp flap, how say you to, Benedicite? Marry that you do, I shall bear you record now. But how will you answer, for breaking of your vow? By your order than, you may walk Much at large. What hast thu hypocrisy? to say for thy discharge. Then are you more sure, than ̄ monks for your heritage, For their lands are here, but you claim heaven for advantage. Yea, and lete the pope, as Gods own vicar here, In his hand three crosses, & iij, crowns on his head here. His power betokening, in heave ̄ , in earth, & in hell That he may command, all kings to subdue the Gospel. Burn him to ashes, and show to him no pity. Strike for me quoth A? By the marry Mass I defy the. Nay, it was not I, but that wytche Idolatry, And that polde shorn knave, that men call Sodomy Tush, I defy thy worst. This shall not drive me he ̄ ce For after the flood, with Cham had I resydence. And so continued, till Moses law came in. With his jolly tryckes, a new rule to Begin. I shall keep you as well from that, As my grandame kept her cat, From licking of her cream. What Wilt thu fallen to mutton? And play the hungry glutton, Afore this company? Rank love is full of heat, Where hungry dogs lack meat, They will dirty puddings eat, For want of befe and cony. High, Minion for money, As good is draff as honey, When the day is hot and sonny, By the blessed road of kenned. Gray fryre am I non, by the Mess I Can ̄ not flatter. I am Infidelity, to tell the truth of the matter. More myscheues I trow, the devil could not inue ̄ to Than your two can do by the Mess you are alone, Little could I do, were you ones from me gone, To the corrupting. of the law of Moses, Go forward therefore, in your deceitfulness. Marry that is true, he sends out bulls under led And he hath two keys, the one to open hell, The other speareth heaven, thus do new heretics tell They report also, that dogs have no deuocyo ̄ , To his holy laws, not to his old instruction. By this time I hope, you have a fair increase? I hear the people, complain very Much of the. By the mess abroad, & I wara ̄ de you makes revel. I commoned with him, and he dead us despise, Against him therefore, somewhat must we devise. Credo, credo, credo, I say, Credo, credo, credo, To the devil of hell, by the Mess I ween I go. Gods be son have you, it is joy of your life, I have heard of you, and of my masters your wife,