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A04489	Rede me and be nott wrothe for I saye no thynge but trothe I will ascende makynge my state so hye, that my pompous honoure shall never dye. O caytyfe when thou thynkest least of all, with confusion thou shalt have a fall.	Barlow, William, fl. 1527.; Barlowe, Jerome, fl. 1527 attributed name.; Roy, William, fl. 1527-1531, attributed name.	1528 (1528)	STC 1462.7; ESTC S116283	48,392	146

have once inhibicion In no maner of condicion To rede goddis worde and his lawes For vs doctours of theology It shal be but a smale mastery To make theym foles and dawes Loke what thou dost by tyranny We will alowe it by sophistry Agaynst these worldly villaynes Wat. ¶ Nowe truly this is the meanynge Howe soever be the speakynge Of these spretuall lordaynes Wat. ¶ But what sayde the Cardinall here at Ief. ¶ He spake the wordes of Pilat Sayinge I fynde no fault therin Howe be it the bisshops assembled Amonge theym he examened What was best to determyn Then answered bisshop Cayphas Hoc est London Epūs That agrett parte better it was The gospell to be cōdempned Lest their vices manyfolde Shulde be knowen of yonge and olde Their estate to be contempned The Cardinall then incontinent Agaynst the gospell gave iudgement Sayinge to brenne he deserved Wherto all the bisshopp cryed Answerynge it cannot be denyed He is worthy so to be served Wat. ¶ Yf they playe thus their vages They shall not escape the plages Which to theym of Rome happened At whose scourge so marvelous They wolde yf they were gracious Gladly to be admonisshed To whom goddis worde in purite Was fyrst shewed with humilite Accordynge to the veritable sence Howe be it they wolde not it receave But frawardly with swearde and gleave They expulsed it from thence Vnto tyranny they did leane Wherfore god vsynge another meane To brynge theym vnto repentaunce He stered vp some mens spryte Which their fautes did endyte Of their mischefe makynge vttraunce Yet wolde not they amende But moare wilfully did deffende Their evill lyfe agaynst goddis worde Therfore as mislyvers obstinate They were destroyed nowe of late With pestilence and dent of sworde Ief. ¶ Thou hast rehearced thre poynt Which will make all prestes ioynt For feare to trymble and shake Seynge that the fyrst is past And the seconde cōmeth in fast Their hypocrisi to awake And yf they will not be refrayned The sworde of vengeaunce vnfayned On their frawardnes will light Wat. ¶ Well let vs by no persuasion Geve no soche occasion Causynge christen men to fyght Ief. ¶ No man will have that suspicion But take it for an admonicion Their vnhappy lyfe to repent Fo●●ye shewe as they shall fynde Yf god inspyre not their mynde To laboure for amendment Which by scripture to verify Let theym rede the prophet Ieremy In the chapter fower and twente Howe be it I will me hens hye Wheare as the Cardinals furye With his treasure shall not gett me Wat. ¶ Is this prowde Cardinall rycher Then Christ or goode saynct Peter In whose roume he doth succede Ief. ¶ The bosses of his mulis brydles Myght bye Christ and his disciples As farre as I coulde ever rede Wat. ¶ Whether canst thou then flye awaye Ief. ¶ To Constantinoble in Turkeye Amonge hethen my lyfe to leade Wat. ¶ Yf thou wilt then live christenly Thou must vse thy silfe prevely Or els surely thou arte but deade Ief. ¶ I shall have theare as grett liberte As in wother placis of christente The trueth of Christ to professe For he that will the trueth declare I dare saye moche better he weare To be with theym in hethennesse Wat. ¶ Though thou go never so farre hence Yet with most terrible sentence To coursse the they will not mysse Ief. ¶ I ponder very lytell their courses For to god I saye with humblenes They shall course and thou shalt blysse Wat. ¶ In their courses is their no parell Ief. ¶ No for they do it in the quarell Of their god which is their belly Wat. ¶ What mischevous god is that Ief. ¶ Wone that hath eaten vp the fatt Of englond wealth so mery Wat. ¶ I will gett me then into Wales To dwell amonge hilles and dales With folke that be simple and rude Ief. ¶ Come not there I counsell the. For the prestes their simplicite Thorowe craftynes do so delude That whosoever is so hardy To speake agaynst prestes knavery For an herityke they hym take Of whose miserable calamite Vnder the spretuall captiuite I will here after a processe make Wat. ¶ Then will I go into the realme Of the plenteous londe of beame In the Cite of Prage to dwell Ief. ¶ Of two thyng I will the warne Whiche thou must parfetly learne Yf thou wilt folowe my counsell Fyrst beware in especiall Of the outwarde man exteriall Though he shewe a fayre aperaunce Many shall come in a lambis skynne Which are ravisshynge wolues with in Ennemys to Christis ordinaunce The seconde is yf eny reply Bryngynge in reasons obstinatly Agaynst that which semeth to be trewe Take no graduate for an authoure But remitt goode master doctoure To the olde testament or newe And yf he will beare the in honde That thou canst not it vnderstonde Be cause of the difficulte Axe hym howe thou arte able To vnderstonde a fayned fable Of more crafty subtilite Wat. ¶ I se thou knowest their secretnes Ief. ¶ Ye I coulde in their very lycknes Declare theym yf I had respyte Wat. ¶ Well I will departe adue Ief. ¶ Nowe I beseche oure lorde Iesu To be thy gyde daye and nyght ¶ In descripciō of the Armes for wherfor rede wherby Christ godd sonne borne of a mayden 〈◊〉 Forto save mankynd from heven descended Pope Clemente the sonne of an whoore To destroye man from hell hath ascended In whom is evidently comprehended The perfett meknes of oure saveoure Christ And tyranny of the murtherer Antichrist

heretik diligently They saye that cōmen women Shall assone come vnto heven As those that lyve perfectly Wat. ¶ And was that their very sayinge Ief. ¶ After this wyse with oute faynynge In a certayne prologe they wryte That a who are or an open synner By meanes of Christ oure redemer Whome god to repent doth incyte Shall soner come to saluacion By merit of Christis passion Then an ouwtarde holy lyver Wat. ¶ They did there none wother thinge shewe Then is rehearced in mathewe In the one and twenty chapter Ief. ¶ For all that he sayde in his sermone Rather then the gospell shulde be comone Bryngyng people into erroure He wolde gladly soffre marterdome To vpholde the devyls fredome Of whom he is a confessoure Watt. ¶ Why makest thou hym a saynt Ief. ¶ Euen soche a one as paynters do paynt On walles and bordes artificially Which with myters crosses and copes Apere lyke gaye bisshops and popes In strawnge fassion outwardly But they are ydols in effecte Mamett of antichristis secte To blynde folke deceatfully Wat. ¶ I perceave well nowe that honores As it is spoken mutant more 's With soche men most cōmenly But thynkest thou in thy mynde That he coulde in his herte fynde In soche a case death to souffer Ief. ¶ Naye yt was a worde of office I warante he is nott so folisshe To putt his boddy so in daunger Neverthelesse with tonge and porsse All though he shulde fare the worsse Gladly he will do his dever To plucke the worde of god downe And to exalte the thre folde crowne Of antichrist hys bever Also there is a charge vnder payne That no man eny thynge retayne Of the gospel newly translate For yf they presume the contrary They lose their goodes with oute mercy And their boddies to be incarcerate Morover that no clarcke be so bolde Prevy or pearte with hym to holde Preachynge ought in his favoure But contrary their braynes to sett Bothe in scoles and in the pulpett Hym and all his to dishonoure Wherfore it boteth the gospell nothynge As concernynge the massis buryinge To sende eny precepte thether For they had lever by this daye Go vnto the devill strayght waye Then to obeye hym in eny maner Wat. ¶ This passeth of all that ever I hearde I wonder they were nott a fearde Of so notable blasphemy Nott with stondynge their interrupcion Shall tourne to their destruccion At longe runnynge fynally For though they caused to be brent The outwarde shaddowe or garment Of goddis worde so hye of pryce Yett the grownde of his maiesty Printed in christen hertes sceretly They are nott able to preiudyce Therfore whyther they will or nill Yf it be the holy gospels will Masse in Englonde to bury Lett theym crake vntill they burst Doyng their best and their wurst Itt avayleth nott a chery They are worldly and carnall And the gospell is spretuall Assisted with angels presence Ief. ¶ Yf it come vnto that reckenynge They will mo angels with theym brynge Then shal be in the gospels assistence Wat. ¶ Have they of angels eny garnyson Ief. ¶ Ye god knoweth many a legion Att all tymes theym to socoure Wat. ¶ Howe do they these angels gett Ief. ¶ By my fayth of povre mens swett Which for theym sore do laboure Wat. ¶ Aha I wott well what thou meane Soche angels are nott worthe a beane Yf it come to the poynt once But nowe wolde I heare the expresse The maner of their holynesse Brefly declared at tonce Ief. ¶ Mary that is done forthe with all For they have no holynes attall As farre as I sawe yett ever Howe be it shortly to discousse Their proude estate so glorious I shall here my selfe endever Fyrst as I sayde there is a Cardinall Which is the Ruler principall Through the realme in every parte Wat. ¶ Have they not in Englonde a Kynge Ieff. ¶ Alas man̄e speake not of that thynge For it goeth to my verye harte And I shall shewe the a cause whye There is no Prynce vnder the skye That to compare with hym is able A goodly persone he is of stature Endued with all gyftes of nature And of genttylnes incomparable In sondrye sciences he is sene Havynge a ladye to his Qwene Example of womanlye behaveoure Notwithstandynge for all this By the Cardinall ruled he is To the distayninge of his honoure Wat. ¶ Soeth he folowe the Cardinales intente Ief. ¶ Yee and that the cōmones repente With many a wepynge teare Wat. ¶ The Cardinall vexeth theym than Ief. ¶ Alas sens Englande fyrst began Was never soche a tyrante theare By his pryde and faulce treachery Whoardom and baudy leachery He hath bene so intollerable That povre cōmens with their wyves In maner are weary of their lyves To se the londe so miserable Through all the londe he caused periury And afterwarde toke awaye their money Procedynge most tyrannously The povre people nedy and bare His cruell herte wolde nott spare Leavynge theym in greate misery Insomoche that for lacke of fode Creatures bought with Christis blode Were fayne to dye in petous cas Also a ryght noble Prince of fame Henry the ducke of buckyngame He caused to deye alas alas The goodes that he thus gaddered Wretchedly he hath scattered In causes nothynge expedient To make wyndowes walles and dores And to mayntayne baudes and whores A grett parte therof is spent Wat. ¶ Lett all this pas I praye the hertely And shewe me somwhat seriously Of his spretuall magnificence Ief. ¶ Fyrst he hath a tytle of S. Cecile And is a Legate of latere A dignite of hye premynence He hath bisshopryckes two or thre With the popes full authorite In cases of dispensacion Wat. ¶ He maye then with the masse dispence Yf he be faulen in the sentence Of the grett excōmunicacion Ief. ¶ That he maye in all maner cases Howe be it he geveth nothynge grates But selleth all for reddy mony Excepte courses and blessynges With syght of his golden rynges All this he geveth frely Wat. ¶ Hath he so large faculte Of the popis benygnite As it is spoken abroade Ief. ¶ He stondeth in the popes roume Havynge of his bulles a grett some I trowe an whoale carte loade Wherwith mens porses to descharge He extendeth his power more large Then the power of almygthy god For whether it be goode or ill His pervers mynde he will fulfill Supplantynge the trueth by falshod To gett hym a synguler name The londe he bryngeth out of frame Agaynst all goddis forbod He tourneth all thynge topsy tervy Nott sparynge for eny symony To sell spretuall gyftes In grauntes of consanguinite To mary with in neare degre He getteth awaye mens thryftes Of seculer folke he can make reguler And agayne of reguler seculer Makynge as he lyst blacke of whyte Open whordom and advoutry He aloweth to be matrimony Though it be never so vnryght Laufull wedlocke to divorce He geveth very lytle force Knowynge no cause wherfore He

playeth the devill and his dame All people reportynge the same Coursse the tyme that ever he was bore Wat. ¶ It cannot syncke in my mynde That the Cardinall is so blynde To make eny soche diuorcement Ief. ¶ Though it be nott in thy belefe I tell the to putt it in prefe He doth all that he can invent Wat. ¶ Bitwixte whom dost thou wene Ief. ¶ Bitwxite the Kynge and the Quene Which have bene longe of one assent Wat. ¶ Some cause then he hath espyed Which asonder theym to devyde Is necessary and vrgent Ief. ¶ Nothynge but the butcher doth fayne That the goode lady is barayne Lyke to be past chylde bearynge Wat. ¶ Had the kynge never chylde by her Ief. ¶ No man sawe ever goodlyer Then those which she forth did brynge Wat. ¶ Is there eny of theym a lyve Ief. ¶ Ye a Princes whom to descryve It were herde fo an oratoure She is but a chylde of age And yett is she bothe wyse and sage Of very beautifull faveoure Perfectly she doth represent The singuler graces excellent Bothe of father and mother Howe be it all this nott regardynge They carter of orcke is meddelynge Forto diuorce theym a sonder Watt. ¶ Are nott the nobles here with offended Wat. ¶ Yes but it can not be amended As longe as he is the ruler Wat. I thynke the Quene is nott faulty But hathe done ynough of her party Yf it had pleased goddis benificence Ief. ¶ None is faulty but the butcher Whom almyghty god doth suffer To scourge the peoples offence Vnto god he is so odious That nothynge can be prosperous Where as he hath governaunce Sens that he cam fyrst forwarde All thynges have gone backwarde With moche myschefe and mischaunce No yerly purpose he doeth intende That ever cōmeth to a goode ende But damage and tribulacion Wat. ¶ In these parties it is verifyed That he hath a college edified Of mervelous foundacion Ief. ¶ Of preuy houses of baudry He hath made a stues openly Endued with large exibicion Wat. ¶ Lycknest thou to whoarmongers A colage of clarkes and scolears Ensuynge learned erudicion Ief. ¶ Thou mayst perceave by reason That vertue shal be very geason Amonge a sorte of ydle losels Which have ryches infinite In welth and worldly delyte Geven to pleasure and nothynge eles Wat. ¶ They rede there both greke and ebrue Ief. ¶ I will not saye but it is true That there be men of grett science Howe be it where pryde is the begynnynge The devill is cōmenly the endynge As we se by experience And yf thou consyder well Even as the towre of Babell Began of a presompcion So this colledge I dare vndertake Which the Cardinall doth make Shall confunde the region What is it to se dogges and cattes Gargell heddes and Cardinall hattes Paynted on walles with moche cost Which ought of dute to be spent Apon povre people indigent For lacke of fode vtterly lost Wat. ¶ Hath he for soche folke no providence Ief. ¶ No savynge only to rid them hence A proper waye he ymageneth Wat. ¶ After what maner porviaunce Ief. ¶ Truely least they shulde be cōbraunce A warfare he theym sendeth Wat. ¶ Many of theym then are slayne Ief. ¶ They never come home haulfe agayne I maye tell the in goode plyght For some be taken presoners And some are dedde of the fevers Many of theym losynge their syght Of twenty thousande fyghtynge men Scant returneth home agayne ten In goode state and perfect lykynge For the more parte made beggers And so become robbers and stelers Wherby they have a shroade endynge Wat. ¶ He fareth nott the better for warre Ief. ¶ Yes mary it doth hym prefarre To more gaynes then I can rehearce For fyrst or the warre do begynne They laboure his favoure to wynne Gevynge gyftes many and dyvers And yf it cannot be so pacifyed They brybe hym on the wother syde At the least for to be favoured And fynally warre for to ceace With rewardes they must hym greace Or els peace cannot be performed Wat. ¶ Sothe he practyse soche conveyaunce Ief. ¶ Ye and for that cause in Fraunce This warre tyme he was beloved Wat. ¶ Thou makest hym then a trayter Ief. ¶ I recken hym a falce fayterer Yf the very trueth were proved Wat. ¶ Well lett this pas howe dothe he In gevynge grauntes of liberte And cases that be dispensable Ief. ¶ He foloweth the cōmen practyse Of marchantes in their marchandyse To gett worldly goodes movable Savynge they take grett laboures And he doth all by his factoures Restynge in quyet felicite He hath falce farises and scrybes Gapynge for nothynge but for brybes Full of fraudes and perversite Wat. ¶ They are named yett wother wyse Ief. ¶ Trothe but they folowe their gyse In wicked operacions Wat. ¶ I put a case nowe they be leawde As I thyncke they are all be shrewde In their administracions Shall they to hell for the Cardinal Or els thynkest thou that he shall Go thether in his owne persone Ief. ¶ Though he have here soche prerogative In all poyntes that be dispensative To performe it by cōmyssion Yett in this poynt sekerly He must performe it personally Withoute eny exempcion Wat. ¶ Yf he be as thou hast here sayde I wene the devils will be afrayde To have hym as a companion For what with his execracions And with his terrible fulminacions He wolde handle theym so That for very drede and feare All the devils that be theare Wil be glad to let hym go Ief. ¶ As for that thou mayst be assured The devils with coursses are invred As authours there of with out fayle Wat. ¶ What yf he will the devils blisse Ief. ¶ They regarde it no more be gisse Then waggynge of his mules tayle Wat. ¶ Soth he vse then on mules to ryde Ief. ¶ Ye and that with so shamfull pryde That to tell it is not possible More lyke a god celestiall Then eny creature mortall With worldly pompe incredible Before hym rydeth two prestes stronge And they beare two crosses right longe Gapynge in every mans face After theym folowe two laye men secular And eache of theym holdynge a pillar In their hondes steade of a mace Then foloweth my lorde on his mule Trapped with golde vnder her cule In every poynt most curiously On eache syde a pollaxe is borne Which in none wother vse are worne Pretendynge some hid mistery Then hath he servaunt fyve or six score Some behynde and some before A marvelous great company Of which are lordes and gentlemen With many gromes and yemen And also knaves amonge Thus dayly he procedeth forthe And men must take it at worthe Whether he do right or wronge A grett carle he is and a fatt Wearynge on his hed a red hatt Procured with angels subsidy And as they say in tyme of rayne Fower of his gentelmen are fayne To holde over it a cannopy Besyde this to tell the more newes He hath a payre of

nothynge lesse abhominable Whose lyvynge is with oute laude Norisshed in rapyne and fraude Grounded on lesyng detestable They are the devils messengers And of antichrist the members Example of all perversite They are ydols of flattery And apostels of hypocrysy Replenisshed with enormite Lo here I have thus reported Howe their lyfe is partly ordred And vnder what condicion Wat. ¶ That thou hast I make god a vowe Insomoche that I marvayle howe Thou knowest their disposicion But I praye the dost thou iudge That they will murmer and grudge At the dedde massis buryinge Ief. ¶ Ye syr I wis man I am sure They will laboure with busy cure His sepulture forbiddynge For why their superfluite By the massis liberalite Only hath supportacion Wat. ¶ What supposest thou of men temporall Ief. ¶ I thynke they wolde holde here with all Yf they had due informacion Neverthelesse at the begyn̄ynge dede masse amonge theym to brynge There wil be some difficulte Be cause of longe continuaunce They have had trust and affiaunce Thorowe the masse saved to be For these prestes and fryres perswade That by the masse they shall evade Eternall payne and punnysshment Whose suffrage doeth theym gret stedde Proffitable bothe to quicke and dedde After their mynde and iudgement Wat. ¶ Ye to prestes and fryers miserable Doutles the masse is proffitable And is the mill of their welfare But to the people without faynynge It is playne a fraudfull deceavynge To make their porsse empty and bare ¶ Nowe truly I trowe as thou dost saye Ief. Even there goeth the hare quyte awaye And all their babellynge is but lyes All though there be wother obstacles Be cause of the grett myracles Dayly practysed before oure eyes Wat. ¶ Thou never sawest myracle wrought Ief. ¶ I no be hym that me bought But as the prestes make rehearceall Wat. ¶ Canst thou rehears me nowe one Ief. ¶ No I cannot but oure syr Ihon Can in his Enghlisshe festivall Wat. ¶ Geve they to soche fables credence Ief. ¶ They have them in more reverence Then the gospell a thousand folde Also ther is nether whoare nor thefe Nor eny of so wicked mischefe But by the masse is made bolde For yf they heare once a prestis masse They trust surly that daye to passe Without all parell or daungeoure Crafty sorcerers and falce dyce players Pickeporses and prevy conveyers By the masse hope to have socoure Marchantes passynge viages on farre And soudiars goynge forthe to warre By the masse are ofte preserved Masse bryngeth synners to grace And fendes awaye it doeth chace Above all thynges preferred Masse solemniseth mariage And kepeth people from domage Causynge also wedder to be fayer Masse maketh tame thynges of wylde And helpeth wemen to be with chylde Thorowe assistence of the sayer Masse avayleth agaynst sycknes A proved remedy for all distres And for thynges that be gone Thus to conclude with brevite Of the whole churches felicite The masse is mayntener alone Wat. ¶ The nobles that be wyse and sage I suppose with soche blynde dotage They cannot so folisshly begyle Ief. ¶ Troth it is some of theym begynne To have lytell confidence there in And lesse woll with in a whyle Which of the bisshops is perceaved Wherfore they have nowe restrayned Vnder the payne of courssynge That no laye man do rede or loke In eny frutfull englisshe boke Wholy scripture coucernynge Their frantyke foly is so pevisshe That they contempne in Englisshe To have the newe Testament But as for tales of Robyn hode With wother iestes nether honest nor goode They have none impediment Their madde vnsavery teachynges And theyr fantasticall preachynges Amonge simple folke to promote For no cost they spare nor stynte Openly to put theym in prynte Treadynge scripture vnder their fote Also their decrees and decretall With folysshe dreames papisticall They compell people to rede Howe be it the confutacion Of their abhominacion They will not softre to procede Wat. ¶ Kepe thou silence and be whyst Though with grett crakes they resist For a lytell season present Yett I warant within shortt space Masse will have there his beryinge place Acordynge as it is convenient Ief. ¶ So moche the worse for oure thryfte For then there is none wother shyfte A newe master we must vs gett Wat. ¶ All though masse be dedde and rotten A master maye lyghtly be gotten Yf we oure mynde to laboure sett Ief. ¶ Ye but prestes service is gaye For we maye with theim all waye In ydelnes have grett respyt Wat. ¶ That for a christen man is nott best Borne vnto laboure and not vnto rest As the foule is vnto flyght But nowe all this matter to spare Lett us oure masters dyner prepare For it is hye tyme verely Ief. ¶ A felyship lett vs go a pace For he will beshrowe oure face Yf he fynde not all thynge redy Wat. ¶ Hawe I praye the yett abyde Sett thy busynes a whyle a syde And lett vs have fyrst a songe Ief. ¶ What woldest thou that I shulde synge Wat. ¶ Surly some propper conveyed thynge Not over tedious nor longe Ief. ¶ I trowe thou arte a syngynge man The devil of the whit that I can But I love specially soche geare Ief. ¶ Will thou have it mery or sadde Wat. ¶ I foarce not be it goode or badde So that I maye some what heare Ief. ¶ If thou will thy mynde satisfy Gett the into some monastery And be a monge theym in the queare Wat. ¶ Do they vse soche ioly syngynge Ief. ¶ It is the crafte of their lyvynge Wherby they make lusty cheare Wat. ¶ But I vnderstonde nott what they saye Ief. ¶ By my sothe no more do they I may shewe the in counsell Wat. ¶ Shall I axe the nowe a question Ief. ¶ Ye hardely a goddis beneson And I will not spare the to tell Wat. ¶ Ware thou never in religion Ief. ¶ Yes so gdd helpe me and halydom A dosen yeres continually Wat. ¶ Then thou knowest moche vnhappines Ief. ¶ A grett deale more then goodnes I promes the faythfully Wat. ¶ Well lett vs differ this till soune When oure masters diner is done We will a gayne come hydder Ief. ¶ I am content even so to do Wat. ¶ Fyrst synge a balett go to And then will we to diner Ief. ¶ Alas I am marvelously drye Wat. ¶ Thou shalt dryncke man by an by What nedeth the so to lynger Ief. ¶ Have at it in the best manner ¶ In the ioyfull moneth of ioly Iune Walkynge all alone my care to solas I herde a voyce with a dolorous tune Full pitiously cryinge alas alas The worlde is worsse then evyr it was Never so depe in miserable decaye But it cannot thus endure all waye Fyrst to begynne at the spretualte Whose lyvynge shulde be example of grace Indued with parfett workes of charite Sekynge goddis honoure in every cace The worlde with his vanites they enbrace Renyinge god all though they saye naye But it