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A brefe comedy or enterlude concernynge the temptacyon of our lorde and sauer Iesus Christ, by Sathan in the desart. Compyled by Iohan Bale, Anno M. D. XXXVIII. Interlocutores. Iesus Christus, Angelus primus, Satan tentator, Angelus alter. Baleus Prolocutor; Temptation of our Lord
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Bale, John, 1495-1563.
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I wyll obeye them if I can For it is written in the sext of Deutronomy Thu shalt in no wyse tempt God presumptuousely Satan tentator What is it to tempt God after your iudgement Iesus Christus To take of hys woâ—de an outwarde experyment Of an ydle brayne whych God neyther thought not ment Satan tentator What persones do so Make that more euydent Iesus Christus All soch as forsake anye grace or remedye Appoynted of God for their owne polycye As they that do thynke that God shuld fyll their bellye Without their labours whan hys lawes are contrarye And they that wyll saye the scripture of God doth slee They neuer serchynge therof the veryte Those also tempt God that vowe presumptuouslye Not hauynge hys gyft to kepe their contynencye With so manye els as folowe their good intentes Not grouÌ„ded on God nor yet on hys commaundementes These throwe themselues downe into most depe daÌ„pnacyon Satan tentator Lyttle good get I by thys communycacyon Wyll ye walke farther and lete thys pratlynge be A mountayne here is whych I wolde yow to se Trust me and ye wyll it is a commodyouse thynge Iesus Christus If it be so good lete vs by thydre goynge Satan tentator Lo how saye ye now is not here a plesaunt syght If ye wyll ye maye haue here all the worldes delyght Here is to be seane the kyngedome of Arabye With all the regyons of Affryck Europe and Asye And their whole delyghtes their pompe their magnyfyceÌ„ce â–ª Their ryches â–ª their honour their welth their concupysceÌ„ce Here is golde and syluer in wonderfull habundaunce Sylkes veluetes tyssues with wynes spyces of plesaunce Here are fayre women of countenaunce ameable With all kyndes of meates to the body dylectable Here are camels stoute horses mules that neuer wyll tyre With so manye pleasures as your hart can desyre Iesus Christus Well he be praysed whych is of them the geuer Satan tentator Alas it greueth me that ye are soch a beleuer Nothynge can I laye but euer ye auoyde me By the worde of God Leaue that poynt ones I pray ye â–ª If I byd ye make of stones breade for your bodye Ye saye man lyueth not in temporall feadynge onlye As I byd ye leape downe from the pynnacle aboue Ye wyll not tempt God otherwyse than yow behoue Thus are ye styll poore thus are ye styll weake and nedye Iesus Christus And what suppose ye wyll that nede remedye Satan tentator Forsake the beleue that ye haue in Gods worde That ye are hys sonne for it is not worth a torde Is he a father that se hys sonne thus famysh If ye beleue it I saye ye are to folysh Ye se these pleasures If yow be ruled by me I shall make ye a man To my wordes therfor agre Loke on these kyngedomes and incomparable treasure I the lorde of them maye geue them at my pleasure Forsake that father whych leaueth the without confort In thys desolacyon and hens fourth to me resort Knowledge me for head of thys worlde vnyuersall And I wyll make the possessor of them all Thu shalt no longar be desolate and hungrye But haue all the worlde to do the obsequye Therfor knele downe here and worshypp me thys houre And thu shalt haue all with their whole strenth and poure Iesus Christus Auoyde thu Sathan Thu deuyll thu aduersarye For now thu perswadest most damnable blasphemye As thu art wycked so is thy promyse wycked Not thyne is the worlde but hys that it created Thu cannyst not geue it for it is not thyne to geue Thus dedyst thu corrupt the fayth of Adam and Eue. Thus dedyst thu deceyue both Moses and Aaron Causynge them to doubt at the lake of contradyccyon Get the hens thu fyende and cruell aduersarye For it is written in the tenth of Deutronomye God thu shalt worshypp and magnyfye alone Holde hym for thy lorde and make to hym thy mone He is the true God he is the lorde of all Not only of thys but the worlde celestyall Thy perswasyon is I shuld not hys worde regarde O venemouse serpent dampnacyon is thy rewarde Prouyde wyll I so that thy kyngedom shall decaye Gods worde shall be hearde of the worlde though thu saye naye Satan tentator Well than it helpeth not to tarry here any longar Aduauntage to haue I se I must go farther So longe as thu lyuest I am lyke to haue no profyght If all come to passe I ma ye syt as moch in your lyght If ye preach Gods worde as me thynke ye do intende Ere foure years be past â–ª I shall yow to your father sende If pharysees and scrybes can do any thynge therto False prestes and byshoppes with my other seruauntes mo Though I haue hynderaunce it wyll be but for a season I dought not thyne owne herafter wyll worke some treason Thy vycar at Rome I thynke wyll be my frynde I defye the therfor and take thy wordes but as wynde He shall me worshypp and haue the worlde to rewarde That thu here forsakest he wyll most hyghlye regarde Gods worde wyll he treade vnderneth hys fote for euer And the hartes of men from the truth therof dyssener Thy fayth wyll he hate and slee thy flocke in conclusyon All thys wyll I worke to do the vtter confusyon Iesus Christus Thy cruell assaultes shall hurt neyther me nor myne Though we suffer both by the prouydence dyuyne Soch strength is ours that we wyll haue vyctorye Of synne death and helle and of the in thy most furye For God hath promysed that hys shall treade the dragon Vnderneth their fete with the fearce roarynge lyon Hic angeli accedunt solacium administraturi Angelus primus The father of confort and heauenly consolacyon Hath sent vs hyther to do our admynystracyon We come not to helpe but to do our obsequye As seruauntes becometh to their lorde and mastre mekelye If our offyce be to wayte on creatures mortall Why shuld we not serue the mastre and lorde of all Angelus alter It is our confort it is our whole felycyte To do our seruyce and in your presence to be We haue brought ye fode to confort your weake bodye After your great fast and notable vyctorye Vnto all the worlde your byrth we first declared And now these vytayles we haue for yow prepared Iesus Christus Come nyghar to me Swete father thankes to the For these gracyouse gyftes of thy lyberalyte Hic coram angelis ex appositis comedet Angelus primus How meke art thu lorde to take that nature on the Whych is so tendre and full of infyrmyte As Mannys nature is both feble faynt and werye Weake after laboure and after fastynge hungrye Forsoth heauen and earth yea helle maye be astoyned The Godhede to se to so frayle nature ioyned Angelus alter In hys owne he is for he the worlde first create Yet semeth the worlde to haue hym in great hate Aboute thirty yeares hath he bene here amonge them Some tyme in Iewrye and some tyme in Hierusalem But fewe to thys daye haue done hym reuerence Or as to their lorde shewed their obedyence Iesus Christus My commynge hyther is for to seke no glorye But the hygh pleasure and wyll of my father heauenlye He wyll requyre it at a certayne daye no dought And shall reuenge it loke they not wele abought Angelus primus Plebem alloquitur The lorde here for yow was borne and circumcysed For yow here also he was latelye baptysed In the wyldernesse thys lorde for yow hath fasted And hath ouerremen for yow the deuyll that tempted For yow fryndes for yow thys heauenly lorde doth all Only for your sake he is become man mortall Angelus alter Take the shy elde of fayth and lerne to resyst the deuyll â–ª After hys teachynges that he do yow non euyll Full sure shall ye be to haue vs on your syde If ye be faythfull and holde hym for your gyde Iesus Christus If they folowe me they shall not walke in darkenes But in the clere lyght and haue felycyte endles For I am the waye the lyfe and the veryte No man maye attayne to the father but by me Angelus primus In mannys frayle nature ye haue conquerred the enmye That man ouer hym shuld alwayes haue vyctorye Angelus alter â–ª Our maner is it most hyghlye to reioyce Whan Man hath confort whych we now declare in voyce Hic dulce canticum coram Christo depromunt Balcus Prolocutor Lete it not greue yow in thys worlde to be tempted Consyderynge your lorde and your hygh byshopp Iesus Was here without synne in euery purpose proued In all our weakenesse to helpe and socour vs Farthermore to beare with our fragylyte thus He is vnworthye of hym to be a member That wyll not with hym some persecucyon suffer The lyfe of Man is a profe or harde temptacyon As Iob doth report and Paule confirmeth the same Busye is the deuyll and laboureth hys dampnatyon Yet haue no dyspayre for Christ hath gote the game Now is it easye hys cruelnesse to tame â–ª For Christes vyctorye is theirs that do beleue Where sayth take rotynge the deuyll can neuer greue Resyst sayth Peter resyst that roarynge lyon Not with your fastynges Christ neuer taught ye so But with a stronge fayth withstande hys false suggestyon And with the scriptures vpon hym ouer go Then shall he no harme be able yow to do Now maye ye be bolde ye haue Christ on your syde So longe as ye haue hys veryte for your gyde What enemyes are they that from the people wyll haue The scriptures of God whych are the myghty weapon That Christ left them here their sowles from helle to saue And throwe them headlondes into the deuyls domynyon If they be no deuyls I saye there are deuyls non They brynge in fastynge but they leaue out Scriptum est Chalke they geue for gold soch fryndes are they to the Beest Lete non report vs that here we condempne fastynge For it is not true we are of no soch mynde But thys we couere that ye do take the thynge For a frute of fayth as it is done in kynde And onlye Gods worde to subdue the cruell fynde Folowe Christ alone for he is the true sheparde The voyce of straungers do neuer more regarde Thus endeth thys brefe Comedy concernynge the temptacyon of Iesus Christ in the wyldernes Compyled by Iohan Bale Anno M.D.XXXVIII
not the voyce that ye ded heare Though it came from God for it is vnsauery geare Beyonde your cumpas rather than ye so ronne Forsake the offyce and denye yourself Gods sonne Iesus Christus Ye speake in that poynt very vnaduysedlye For it is written in the eyt of Deutronomye Man lyueth not by breade or corporall fedynge onlye But by Gods promyse and by hys scriptures heauenlye Here ye persuade me to recreate my bodye And neglected Gods worde whych is great blasphemye Thys caused Adam from innocencye to fall And all hys ofsprynge made myserable and mortall Where as is Gods worde there is both sprete and lyfe And where that is not death and dampnacyon is ryfe The strength of Gods worde myghtyly sustayned Moses For fourty dayes space therof soch is the goodnes It fortyfyed Helias it preserued Daniel And holpe in the desart the chyldren of Israel Sore plages do folowe where Gods worde is reiect For no persuasyon wyll I therfor neglect That offyce to do whych God hath me commaunded But in all mekenesse it shall be accomplyshed Satan tentator I had rather naye consyderynge your feblenesse For ye are but tuly ye are no stronge persone doughtlesse Iesus Christus Well it is not the breade that doth a man vpholde But the lorde of heauen with hys graees manyfolde He that Man create is able hym to norysh And after weakenesse cause hym agayne to florysh Gods worde is a rule for all that man shuld do And out of that rule no creature ought to go He that it foloweth can not out of the waye In meate noâ— in drynke in sadnesse nor in playe Satan tentator Ie are styfnecked ye wyll folowe no good counsell Iesus Christus Yes whan it is soch as the holye scripture tell Satan tentator Scriptures I knowe non for I am but an hermyte I â–ª I maye saye to yow it is no part of our stody We relygyouse men lyue all in contemplacyon Scriptures to stodye is not our occupacyon It longeth to doctours Howbeyt I maye saye to yow As blynde are they as we in the vnderstandynge now Well shall it please ye any farther with me to walke Though I lyttle profyght yet doth it me good to talke Iesus Christus To tarry or go it is all one to me Satan tentator Lete vs than wander into the holye cyte Of Hierusalem to se what is there a do Iesus Christus I shall not saye naye but am agreable therto Satan tentator My purpose is thys A voyce in your eare ded rynge That ye were Gods sone and welbeloued darlynge And yow beleue it but ye are the more vnwyse For to deceyue yow it was some subtyle practyse Well vpon that voyce ye are geuen to persyghtnesse Not els regardynge but to lyue in ghostlynesse Ye watche fast and praye ye shyne in contemplacyon Leadynge here a lyfe beyonde all estymacyon No meate wyll ye eate but lyue by Gods worde onlye â–ª So good are ye wâ—â—t so perfyght and so holye I wyll brynge ye I trowe to the welle of ghostlynesse Where I shall fyll ye and glutt ye with holynesse What holy quoth he Naye ye were neuer so holye As I wyll make ye if ye folowe hansomlye Here is all holy here is the holy cytie The holy temple and the holy prestes here be Ye wyll be holy wel ye shall be aboue them all Bycause ye are Gods sonne it doth ye so befall Come here on the pynnacle we wyll be by and by Iesus Christus What meane ye by that shewe fourth your fantasy Satan tentator Whan ye were hungrye I ded ye first persuade Of stones to make breade but ye wolde non of that trade Ye layed for yourself that scripture wolde not serue it That was your bucklar but now I am for ye fyt For the suggestyon that I now shall to ye laye I haue scripture at hande ye shall it not denaye Iesus Christus Kepe it not secrete but lete it than be hod Satan tentator If ye do beleue that ye are the sonne of God Beleue thys also if ye leape downe here in scoff From thys hygh pynnacle ye can take no harme theroff And therfor be bolde thys enterpryse to ieoparde· If ye be Gods sonne cast downe your self here backwarde Iesus Christus Truly that nede not here is other remedye To the grounde to go than to fall downe folyshlye Here are gresynges made to go vp and downe therby What nede I than leape to the earthe presumptuously Satan tentator Saye that ye ded it vpon a good intent Iesus Christus That were neyther good nor yet conuenyent Daungers are doubtfull where soch presumpcyon is Satan tentator Tush scripture is with it ye can not fare amys For it is written how God hath geuen a charge Vnto hys Angels that if ye leape at large They shall receyue ye in their handes tenderly Least ye dalhe your fote agaynst a stone therby If ye do take scath beleue God is not trewe Nor iust of hys worde And than byd hym adewe Iesus Christus In no wyse ye ought the scriptures to de praue But as they lye whole so ought ye them to haue Nomore take ye here than serue for your vayne purpose Leauynge out the best as ye shuld tryfle or glose Ye mynde not by thys towardes God to edyfye But of syncere faythe to corrupt the innocencye Satan tentator Whye is it not true that soch a text there is Iesus Christus Yes there is soch a text but ye wrast it all amys As the Psalme doth saye God hath commaunded Angels To preserue the iust from daungerouse plages and parels Satan tentator Well than I sayd true and as it lyeth in the text Iesus Christus Yea but ye omytted foure wordes whych foloweth next As in all thy wayes whych if ye put out of syght Ye shall neuer take that place of scripture a ryght Their wayes are soch rules as God hath them commaunded By hys lyuynge woâ—de iustlye to be obserued If they passe those rules the Angels are not bounde To be their sauegarde but rather them to confounde To fall downe backwarde of a wanton penyshnes Is non of those wayes that God euer taught doughtles Then if I ded it I shuld tempt God very sore And deserue to haue hys anger euermore I wyll not so do for their fathers in the desart Ded so tempt hym ones and had the hate of hys hart â–ª The clause that ye had maketh for noÌ„ outwarde workynge If ye marke the Psalme throughly from hys begynnynge But what is the cause ye weÌ„t not fourth with the next verseâ— Satan tentator It made not for me if ye wyll ye maye it reherse Iesus Christus Thu shalt sayth the Psalme subdue the cruell serpent And treade vndre fote the lyon and dragon pestylent Satan tentator No nyghar I saye for there ye touche fre holde Iesus Christus Some loue in no wyse to haue their rudenesse tolde To walke in Gods wayes it becometh a mortall man And therfor