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death_n	grace_n	life_n	reign_v	4,565	5	9.3210	5	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A15310	Here begynnethe the glorious lyfe and passion of seint Albon prothomartyr of Englande, and also the lyfe and passion of saint Amphabel whicheconuerted saint Albon to the fayth of Christe.; Life of Saint Alban and Saint Amphibal	Lydgate, John, 1370?-1451?	1534 (1534)	STC 256; ESTC S108894	67,790	178

To our request your eares downe enclyne Take vengeance vpon our enemy whiche is cause of our mortall ruyne And of our myschefe the rote fynally Reuenge your wronge ye that be most myghty On hym that causeth that we be seke and grone Let the vengeance rebounde on his persone Of their plaintes and of their wofull clamours They seased not lyke folkes most vengeable Tyll it fyll so that turmentours Perceyued well they were not treatable Howe theyr sorowe was intollerable Of compassyon lyst no lenger spare Of all this thynge the trouthe to declare All sodeynly they began to abrayde Theyr deedly sorowes and playntes to refrayne Of the most worthy of the towne they sayde O citezyns why lyst ye so complayne Leue your wepyng your teares doth restraynt For by report of vs that were present Voyde of disceyte or meanyng fraudolent ye haue more cause of gladnesse than wepyng And greatter matter of consolation Than of distresse or of complaynyng For if the grounde be sought out by reason Touchyng your frendes slaughter and passyon ye haue more grounde vs lyst not for to fayne For to be glad than for theyr deth to prayne By sondry tokens that were contemplatyfe Of signes shewed the deed beareth wytnes Theyr deth was entred in to euerlastyng lyfe Ende of sorowe concluded on gladnes From this darke valey went vp to bryghtnes where day departed is from the nyght And bryght Phebus leseth neuer his lyght It is accordyng full well to nature A man to wepe for frendes that be dede But agayn warde by recorde of scripture For Christis sake who lyst his blode to shede A thousande folde shall receyue his mede And for his lyfe whiche is but transytory Eternally to abyde and lyue in glory where is no complaynt nor no parte of sorowe But euerlastyng gladnesse in that place Ilyche newe both at eue and at morowe From wo to ioye from sobbyng to solace wher deth hath lost his power to manace Fye on dispeyre for dethe to make stryfe where ioye foloweth of euerlastyng lyfe Dethe in this worlde shulde not be complayned Of them that passe from worldely vanite Suche as by grace and mercy haue attayned with Christ to reigne in his eternall see where ioye is euer and all felicite And for suche folke mydday eue and morowe It were wodenes for to make sorowe ye be bounde playnly to conclude To thanke god for frendes that ye mysse whiche hath chose so great a multitude Of this citie and brought them vnto blysse Of ioye perpetuall they may neuer mysse Makyng a chaunge from this temporall For thylke lyfe aboue celestiall Take hede hereto and yeueth good audience Of thynge that we shall make rehersale And it imprenteth in your aduertence Touchyng your frendes slayne in batayle whom that we dyd so mortally assayle All this consydered to complayne ye do wronge As ye shall knowe paraunter or ought longe Aforne rehersed the same turmentours with a great othe present there all the towne To them not only but to theyr successours To be reported through all that regyon Maden there open protestation Touchyng this mater they cast to expresse Shall haue no touche nor spot of falsenesse They gan theyr matter brefly to conclude Touchyng the story to all theyr entent In Verolamy to all the multitude Of great and small beinge there present Rehersyng fyrst howe that they were sent with myghty honde to all contres enuiron To seke theyr frendes were fled from the towne Vnder these wordes spake for theyr partie By your byddyng we went as ye wel knowe with force and armys serchyng to espie To north wales in countres high and lowe Tyll it fell so within a lyttell throwe Lad by fortune we founde them euerychone with hym that whylom was maister to Albon Out of this citie they were fled and gone Some that were full nygh of your allye Vpon the maister abydyng of Albon we founde eke gethered a great company And of Pectis we dyd also espie with walsemen of newe that were drawe And conuerted vnto christen lawe By thylke clerke that all these thynges wrought From whom they wolde departe in no maner Amonge all our kynred out we sought Toke them aparte and with full frendly chere with fayre speche requestes and prayere Maynte with manassis and softnesse of langage From that doctryne to reuoke theyr corage But euer they stode in suche obstinacy On hym abydyng eche houre and moment By theyr answere rather for to dye All of accorde and echeone of assent Lyst in no wyse folowe our entent whan we myght not our purpose recure we lefte our tretes and toke our armour Of whiche they were not astonyed nor aferde For Christis sake eche redyer than other who myght fyrst renne vnder the swerde In theyr metyng brother slayne of brother There was suche prese it myght be non other For Christis sake echon were fayne For a prerogatyue who myght fyrst be slayne Vpon the sonne whiche was the father heyre The father shewed most cruell violence whiche in nature was nother good nor fayre The sonne also voyde of all beneuolence To his father dyd no maner of reuerence There was no mercy but marciall outerage without exception of olde or yonge of age Pacience was captayne in the felde Of them that suffered deth for Christis sake Theyr spere was hope mekenes was theyr shelde Other defence they lyst not for to make In thylke quarell whiche they had take Lyst not departe tyll spent was theyr blode whiche on the playn ran large as a flode The lorde that sytteth aboue the sterres clere Saugh and behelde the great pacience Of his knyghtes whose blode lyke a ryuere Ran in the felde by mortall violence whom to comforte of his magnificence The heuen all open to shewe his great vertue Sayd vnto them that blessed lorde Iesu Cometh vp to me my knyghtes most entere Proued in batayle ryght victorious Assendeth vp aboue the sterres clere My gate is open and redy is my house Agayne your comyng most ryche and glorious with tryumphe that neuer shall disseuer And with a palme that shall lasten euer O Paradyse o chosen citezyns For your notable tryumphall prowesse Makyng your clayme as very denzyns There to abyde your knyghtly nobylnes To spende your blode was shewed no scarsenesse For me to suffre deth by great outrage Digne amonge martyrs come take your heritage The amerous fayre of feruent desyres In your conquest of most souereyne price Haue gyue you title to be possessioners Eternally to clayme lyke your auise Abydyng space in the heuenly paradise To be registred fre from all worldly stryfe with the holy martyrs in the boke of lyfe From this worlde we saugh them flee to heuen By many signes whiche that dyd appere From deth to lyfe aboue the sterres seuen we stode astonyed beholdyng the manere Howe Christe Iesu with a benyngne chere Lyst to receyue into his regyon These holy martyrs of Verolamy towne In these nombre of martyrs

susteyne This great iniury sclaunder and clamour Let vs serche out what it shulde mene This hatefull noyse and furyous romour But I wote well grounde of this errour That this clerke whiche not yore agon As ye wele knowe was maister to saynt Albon whose doctrine if it were vertuous Or come of god as ye reporte and say He shulde not haue demeaned hym thus So great a nombre suffre for to dye Of innocentes that dyd his lust obeye But it is lyke I do well apperceyue This clerke was busye the people to disseyue By some false crafte of incantation Or by some sotell and straunge experience Folke for to blynde by some illusyon Or by collusyon of false apparence Lyke as it were soth in existence with some comurison or some charme made of new A thynge that is nought to shewe as it were trew For by his compassed false deception The worthyest borne of this cite Haue ben perysshed as made is mention And brought to nought by great aduersite wherupon I make a newe decree Payne of deth yeuyng this sentence To the bochers who that yeueth credence That all other therby may be aferde By playne ensample of theyr punysshon where they be founde go vnto the swerde without mercy of any remyssyon And after this he sent for all the towne Hygh estates and lowe dyd do call And whan they come he sayde to them all Let vs procede and werken fynally And therunto set an ordinance All of Asseus vpon our ennemy As we are bounde take on hym vengeance That euery man gan hym selfe auaunce with suche weapyn playnly as they founde Sworde knyfe dagger or what come first to hāde So great people out of wales come than In theyr furyous rage and cruelte That there was lefte vnnethes any man whiche that abode within the citie Eche cryed on other go we hense let se who that can fyrst make hym selfe stronge To be auenged vpon our great wronge Theyr goinge out was to the north partye A medeled people of folkes nyse and rude That no man coude remembre fynally The great nombre nor the multitude All the citie playnly to conclude was almost voyde myn auctor tell can Lefte alone of woman chylde and man Amonge the bochers and turmentours stronge One was marked aforne in that passage whiche that thought his felowes abode longe Ranne forth fast to get hym auantage And lyke a wolfe in his cruell rage Stynt neuer tyll that he founde The place where Amphibalus was bounde Lyke a bocher persed his entrayles This homycyde that ranne afore the route Raffe his nauyll and toke out his bowelles And at a stake whiche that stode without Tyed lyke ropes euyn rounde about And with a scurge the martyr he gan make In sercle wyse to go aboute the stake By the grace of god in his sufferyng Felly assayled with many a great turment Shewed no token of sorowe nor grudgyng But alway one stable in his entent Tyll his bowels were rased out and rent with turmentours in theyr cruell rage He chaunged no chere of loke nor visage Two turmentours accorsed all theyr lyues Amphibalus set vp for a signe And cast at hym swerde dagger spere and knyues And euer the more agayne hym they dyd maligne The more they founde hmn gracious and benigne A pronosticke maruaylous in nature Saue goddes grace howe he myght endure To wonder vpon a merueylous myracle was sene that day in peoples syght Nowe this martyr vp set for a spectacle So longe lyued agayne natures ryght His blode was spent and lost was all his myght And his humedite called radicall In synewes and ioyntes wasted was at all His soule his spirite his goostly remembrance Stode in theyr strength of spirituall swetnes His heuenly feruence his charite in substance Appalled not by no foren duresse Fors bore his baner agayne his mortall feblenes To preue this texte sayd ago full longe Nowe persed loue as any deth is stronge O bodely force feble to stande vpryght After his flesshely disposition In goostly strength lyke Hercules of myght For vertuous noblesse egall to Sampson Proued this day in Brutis Albion was Amphibalus with whom who lyst aduerte was nothyng lefte saue only tonge and herte In his herte as longe as ther was lyfe He ceased not gods worde to preache Grace was guyde and trouthe his preseruatife Fayth bare vp all charite was his leche His tonge enspired the people for to teache His body feble his membres impotent yet tonge and herte were of one assent His herte stronge stable as a dyamant Fayth had of stele forged his ymage His hope in god was so perseuerant Dispayre in hym myght haue none auantage For his gracious influent langage And by myracles in hym shewed than That day to Christ was turned many a man His doctrine fyre in his remembrance Most souerently than gan therin delyte Let theyr ydols go vnto a myschaunce whiche myght them nother helpe nor profyte God with his grace lyst them to visite Of one assent gan them redy to make After his counsell the fayth of Christ to take They were compuncte and maden theyr praye with repentance and voyce most lamentable To graunt them parte of that he suffered there Touchyng his passyon greuous and importable In that ioye whiche is perdurable Touchyng the syghtes that they had sene Therof by grace to put them 〈…〉 Lyke as theyr trust and theyr perfyte beleue was in Iesu of herte thought and dede with hole affection that it shall them not greue For Christes sake theyr blode in hast to blede They stode so hole hauyng of deth no drede In theyr opinion our fayth to magnyfye That they dispised all ydolatrye Theyr prince and iuge the whyle in presence stode Lyke a man fall in to a franesye Voyde of reason and as a tyrant wode Commaunded all his turmentours to hye without exception of lowe or hygh partye To kyll and sleye and no mercy take That haue theyr goddes of dispite forsake They preased in the martyr to encombre Lyke gredy wolfes or tygrys of assent They slough that day a thousande full in nombre For to obeye his fell commandement Amphibalus beinge ther present whiche in spirite besyly gan entende To Christ Iesu theyr soules to commende A cruell paynem stoute indurate and bolde Spake to the martyr of hatefull cruelte whiche of the citie other newe or olde In any wyse hath trespased agayne the whiche hast caused theyr great aduersite These innocent people in so shorte a whyle with thy traynes and sleyghtes to begyle Our statutes and lawes thou hast foyled By occasyon of thy parlous langage And our citie most cruelly spoyled Of her people bothe olde and yonge of age Cause of theyr losse and mortall damage And thou aforne them forwounded to the deth Stondest in poynt to yelde vp thy brethe In suche disioynt thou mayst not recure Dissentrayled bounden to a stake And our goddes thou hast aboue measure Felly prouoked vengeance on the