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An new enterlude of impacient pouerte newly imprynted. Foure men may well and easely playe it. Peace, Coll hassarde and Concience for one man. Haboundaunce and Mysrule for a nother man. Impacient pouerte, Prosperyte, [and] pouerte, for one. Enuy and the Somner for a nother man.; Impatient poverty.
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your resydence And gotten your selfe a good name Consc Who so doeth they are to blame In mysorderyng them in suche wyse enuye y wis cosyn I shewe you as now is the guyse For by couetyse muche people doeth vp ryse whiche is against both you and me Conscy Charyte I praye you shewe what remedy In this matter for me may be founde enuye Shortly get you to wyldernes or some other regioÌ„ For they wyll hange you vp at the Tyborne If they fynde you in this place And I muste departe also Consci This is to me muche sorowe and wo I wyll go into some farre countre Fare well gentyll cosyn charyte enuye I shall praye for you praye ye forme This is an heauy departyng Eâ—plorat I can in no wyse forbeare wepyng yet kesse me or ye go For sorowe my harte wyll breke in two Is he gone then haue at laughyng Asyr is not this a ioly game That conscience doeth not knowe my name Enuy in fayth I am the same what nedeth me for to lye I hate conscient peace loue and reste Debate and stryfe that loue I beste Accordyng to my properte when a man loueth well his wyfe I brynge theym at debate and stryfe This is sene daylye Also betwene syster and brother There shall no neyghbour loue another where I dwell bye And nowe I tell you playne Of one man I haue dysdayne Prosperyte men do hym call He is nye of my blood And he to haue so muche worldly good That greueth me worst of all prospe Iesus that is both stedfast and stable Euer perseueraunt and neuer mutable He saue this congreacion enuye welcome pouerte by coxs passion Ho we haue ye done this many a daye Prospe I thanke god as well as any man may ye call me wrong my name ia prosperyte Enuye Prosperyte with an euyll happe Howe the deuyll fortunest that I knewe the impacient pouertie prospe Whatsoeur I was let that matter pas And take me as I am enuye I crye you mercy I was to blame To call you by your olde name yet all these people thynke ye are the same Impacient pouertie as I sayd before prospe Auaunt I tell the I am a gentylman bore If I here the reporte suche wordes anymore Thou shalt be punyshed lyke a knaue enuye A knaue quod a cors passion I am your owne cosyn And nye of your consanguynyte prospe Thou and I are not of one affinyte enuye If I were a ryche man ye would not saye so by me ye wold then saye I were your next kynsmaÌ„ on lyue Prospe I saye go hence and make no more stryfe I set not by suche a pore haskarde enuye Syr do not you knowe my name Prospe I knowe the not by saynt Iame. Enuye Charyte in fayth I am the same what nedeth me for to lye I am your cosen and so wyll I dye ye may be glad suche a kynsman to haue prospe Shall we haue more a do yet thou knaue I charge the neuer knowe me for thy kynne enuye I praye you a worde or I go prospe Saye on shortly then haue I do enuye Syr I haue of golde thre hundreth pounde In a bagge faste y bounde At home loked in my cheste I purpose to go to Ierusalem ye shall kepe it tyll I come agayne I putte you best in truste prospe Cosyn I would fayne do the beste Because ye are nere of my bloode enuye what are ye nowe in that moode Nowe I am your kynsman because of my good Before of me he had dysdayne prospe As fore that I was to blame I knew you not be not angrye ye are welcome to me cosyn charytie enuye Then all these matters let be I come hyther with you to dwell ye must haue moseruntes I do you tell Suche as were necessare for your person prospe I am content after your prouysion In euery thyng let it be done As ye thynke moste expedient enuye Syr I shall do myne entent To gett you seruauntes mo Prospe I prraye you hertely it may be so A lytle season I wyll from you go To solace me with some recreacion Exit Enuye He that sytteth aboue the mone Euermore be in your protection Aha here is a sporte for a Lorde That prosperytie and I be well at accorde I shall bryng his thryft vnder the borde I truste within short space For it greueth my harte ryght sore He hath so muche treasure in store And I haue neuer the more I must fynde some proper shyfte That from his good he may be lyfte To bryng hym to misrule I holde it beste For he can sone bryng it to passe Here mysrule syngeth without commyng in How what rutterkiÌ„ haue we her I would he were our subchauntere Because he can so well synge Feytes bone shere pour lamour de asynt Iohn mysru Mon â—uer iocunde is set on a mery pynne By my trouthe I am disposed to reuelyng Enuye So me thynketh by your commyng in What mysrule where hast thou bene many yeres By my trouth euen amonges my peres mysru By my trouth euen amonges my peres I came now stragiht from the stewes From lytle prety I one Lorde that she is a prety one Enuye Holde thy peace let that alone Harke a worde or twayne to the I dwell nowe with prosperitie whiche hath muche worldly treasure If thou can contryue in thy thought Howe that he may be brought to nought In all this worlde I desyre no more misrule Tushe take no thought therfore I con prouyde for that in the best wyse Enuye Then let me heare thy deuyce misrule I wyll brynge hym to classhe cardes and dyse And to propre trulles that be wanton and nyce which wyll not be kept at a small pryce Howe thynkest thou wyll not this do well Enuye yes but harken in counsell Thou must chaunge thy name mysru I wyll saye I hyt myrth Enuye And I wyll saye thesame Peace whyst I se hym come Prospe God saue all this honorable company enuye Syr you be welcome by our blessed 〈◊〉 I haue thought for you full longe Here is gentylman I praye you for my sake Say he is welcoÌ„e into your seruice hiÌ„ take For great courtesy he can Prospe Syr you be welcome geue me your hande And shew me what is your name mysru Syr my name is myrth Beloued with lordes and ladyes of byrth At euery tryumphe I am them with They can me not ones forbeare Enuye And ye had sought this thousand yeare Suche another ye shall not fynde wherfore I counsell you in my mynde Let hym dwell with you for one yer prospe At your request I am content Suche a prete man for me were expedient And of his counsell fayne woulde I here mysrule Syr ye must synge and daunce make good chere I would ye had some propre wenche That were yonge and lusty at a pynche Here hele were not so brode as an ynche She would quycken your courage prospe Peace hath forbydden me the outrage Enuye He
it is contrarye to Goddes lawes HabouÌ„ It is vsed in oure Countrey Conscy yt is the more pytie One suche is able to destroye a Cytye And God shewe not his great mercy All suche are dampned by his equite HabouÌ„ God forfende that should be Howe shall men do that be of great reputacion Whiche kepe theyr goodes on this same fashyon By vsury dysceyte and by extorcion I do so my selfe wherfore shoulde I lye Conscy Thou mayst be the more sorye HabouÌ„ It is so nowe what remedy Conscy Doo make restytucion HabouÌ„ What call ye restytucion Conscy Restore suche goodes as ye haue gotten wrongfully by oppression Then shall I haue lyttle in my possession I wyll make God amendes another waye I wyll faste and I wyll praye And I wyll geue almes euery daye That I haue done amysse I am sory therfore Conscy This is not sufficient thou must restore Quia non dimittitur peccatum Nisi restituatur ablatum ye must restore to them ye haue offended vnto habouÌ„ Then I shall shewe you what I shall doo I wyll put it in my Testamente That myne executours shall paye and content For wyle I lyue I wyll not haue my good spente For yf I do I am but spylte Conscy Make amendes man for thy gylte Rather spyll thy body then thy soule HabouÌ„ Men of substaunce ar a shamed to fall Conscy That causeth them to rest in their synne HabouÌ„ yet euer with thy strongest parte renneth the ball Conscy yesterday thou canst not agayne call when thou art dead the gate of mercy is shut thou cannot come in HabouÌ„ Then let hym stande without Conscy So of thy soule thou hast no doute HabouÌ„ When thou seest my soule torne set on a cloute yf falshode vsury and extorcion should not route Thousandes in this realme should be put out The thyrde parte should not byde by saynt Paule Conscy yet often falshode hath a greate fall An example by kyng Achab with this sothe Desyred the vyneyarde of that poore man Naboth By counsell of Iezabell that kynges wyfe Bycause he would not sell his possession Of two false witnesses he was peached of hye treasoÌ„ And through the mouth of a false quest it rane which caused the poore man to lese both lande lyfe After that of goddes owne byddyng Came Helas the prophete to Achab the kyng Saying he shoulde haue euyll endyng And so he had for by the waye as he rode He fell and brake his necke where dogges lapped his blode this exaÌ„ple to al vsurers oppÌ„ssours as thinketh me coÌ„trary Shul cause them of god sore a dred to be haboun Syr ye preache very holyly but your dedes be ofteÌ„ coÌ„trary ye be so acquaynted with couetouse and symony That maketh vs to take the same waye Conscy So euery euyll disposed parsone doth saye The fraylte of man doeth often offende then call for grace and shortly amende Therfore I counsell thee to pretende to repente and be sory for thy mysdede HabouÌ„ yet thus I wyll my lyfe lede For of your saying I take no hede ye wyll mucker vp both golde and treasure ye haue ryches without measure And of the fleshe ye haue your pleasure ye can find no wayes to ameÌ„d your selfe I you insure Therfore rebuke not me for my synne ne good God be with you you shall not rule me Conscy O dule wytte plunged by ignoraunce Regardyng nothyng by ghostly instruction Setting more his mynde on worldly substaunce Then to the euerlastyng lyfe that is to come God wyll stryke when he lyst ye know not how sone therfore to euery man this counsell I geue To be sory of your synne do penaunce while ye liue ¶ Here cometh enuye runnyng in laughyng saith to conscience Enuye Nowe in faith I would ye had be there Conscy Where should I haue be Enuye A better sporte ye neuer se Conscy Where at laughe ye so faste Enuye He to go and she after And within a whyle he cought her He toke of here an incroke And chopte her on the hele with his fote Anone be whypte her on the backe A horsone quod she playest thou me that And with her hele she gaue hym a sâ—at That he was fayne to go backe agayne Conscy Good felowe thou arte to blame Suche wordes to haue no good thou can Enuye I sayde it to make you sporte and game I crye you mercy I was to blame I se ye are some vertuous man Conscy Shortely hence that waye thou came For here thou shalt not be Enuye Good Lorde some succour thou send me That I be no not out caste Conscy What is thy name shortly shewe me Enuye I dare not syr by Christ Iesu Except ye kepe it pryuely Conscy Feare not say on hardely Enuye Syr my ryght name is charytie Sometyme beloued I was with the spiritualtie But nowe couetouse simony doth them so auauÌ„ce That good institucion is turned to other ordinaunce And bonum exemplum is put to suche hinderaunce That there I dare not apeare Conscy Symony is nowe in the spiritualtye Bonus pastor ouium therto wyll see Therfore me thynke this is a lye In holy Churche symony can not abyde Enuye He goth in a cloke he can not be espyed And couetouse so craftely doeth prouyde that bonus pastor ouiuÌ„ is blind wil not see Conscy That ye speake is vpon enuy Therfore I thinke ye be not Charytie For charitie alwaye wyll saye the beste Enuye Amonges them can I haue no reste Conscy Howe do ye with the temporaltie Enuye There is pryde slowth and lechery Which putteth me from that place Conscy Then be ye with the communaltie Enuye They despyse me vtterely One of them loue no another The syster can not loue the brother Ne the chylde the father ne mother There I dare not showe my face Conscy This is to me a straunge case What heare ye by conscience Enuye Spiritual teÌ„poral set against him maruaylously MarchauÌ„tes men of law artyfycers of euery degre They wyll hange hym and they hym espye Such exclemacion goeth through this realme round Conscy Why what faute haue they founde with hym so to do enuye His wytte is nought they say also Euery man putteth his wyll therto To banyshe hym for euer Consci I knowe well it is not as ye saye For I am conscience the hye iudge of the lawe Enuye Be ye conscience alas that euer I this day sawe yf ye be taken ye shal be hanged and drawe For they haue vtterly put you downe And set couetyse in your rowme Subtylte the scrybe his owne cosyn Consci And falshed the somner for the courtes promocion Enuye I maruayle wherfore this was done When riches came before you that muche wyl pay There he had lyued in synne many a day ye should for mony lette hym go quyte a waye And put hym to no shame Let pouerte do penaunce for a lyttle offence He is not able to promote you of .xx. pence Then should ye haue kept