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A pedlar and a Romish priest in a very hot discourse, full of mirth, truth, wit, folly, and plain-dealing by Iohn Taylor.
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Taylor, John, 1580-1653.
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A PEDLAR AND A ROMISH PRIEST In a very hot Discourse full of Mirth Truth wit Folly and Plain-dealing By Iohn Taylor Printed in the yeare 1641. A Pedlar and a Romish priest in a very hot Discourse full of Mirth truth Wit Folly and plain-dealing A Poland Pedlar went upon a day Vnto a Romish Priest to learne to pray The Priest said Pedlar get thee to the cloister And learne the Ave and the Pater Noster Pedl Now good sir Iohn quoth he what talk is that I heare you speak but God in Heauen knowes what Priest It is that worthy holy Lattin letter Doth please the Lord wel and our lady better Pedl Now good Sir Iohn I know not what they be The Lattin tongue is heathen Greeke to me Priest Pedlar if thou to me wilt but repaire Within one Month I`le teach thee Lattin Prayer And though thou understand not what thou sayst Thou shalt speake pretty Lattin when thou prayest Pedlar To pray so sir is onely but in saying In words nor sence a prating not a praying Shall I that am a man of perfect age Talke like a witlesse parret in a Cage Priest A parret can but prattle for her part But towards God hath neither mind or heart Then seeing I have head and heart to pray Shall not my heart know what my tongue doth say For when my tongue talkes if my heart mis-carry How quickly I may marre your Ave Mary And I sit having many things to seeke How should I speed not knowing what I speake Priest God understands all tongues knows he The thoughts and secrets of the heart doth see Pedl Then if I think one thing and speak another I wrong my selfe and Christ and his blest Mother For when I pray they would my pack repaire Your Ave mary is a fruitlesse prayer Priest The Latin prayers are but generall heads For our Reliefes in all our wants and needs The Latin serves us as a Liturgie As curious Arts directs Chirurgery And in that language Masse is said and sung For private things pray in thy Mother tongue Ped. Then I must have a tongue sir Iohn for either 1 for the Mother and 1 for the Father Prie Thinkst thou the Mother doth not know such small things Christ is her Son man and he tells her all things But where did that blest Virgin learne her Latin For in her daies was neither Masse nor Martin Nor yet one Priest that Latin then could speake For holy words were Hebrew then or Greeke She never was at Rome nor kist Popes feet How came she by the Masse faine would I weet Priest Pedlar if thou beleeve the Legendary The Masse is older farre then Christ or Mary For all the Patriarkes both more or lesse And great Melchisedeck himselfe said Masse Pedl But good sir priest spake al these Fathers Latin And said they Masse in golden Coapes or Satin Could they speake Latin long e're Latin grew For without Latin no Masse can be true And you that would inforce us to this taske Me thinkes 't is like a may-game or a masque Priest Well Pedlar thou art too too curious Thy pur-blinde Zeal 's fervent but furious I rather would a hundred monkes direct Then such an ignorant of thy mad sect This thou must know this cannot be deni'd Rome govern'd all when Christ was crucifi'd Rome Heathen then but afterwards converted And grew so honest and so holy-hearted That now our Emperour is turn'd to a pope Whose Holines as you have heard I hope Hath made a Law that all the world must pray In Latin language to the Lord each day He 's Christs full Vicar and I le boldly say That what he doth command we must obey He bids us pray in Latin even so We must doe where we understand or no He hath full power to confound or save And who dares then but doe as he will have Pedl This purpose to some purpose puts me back And hath more points then pinnes are in my pack What ever power you give unto your pope He cannot make a man an Ape I hope And if he be full Vicar to our Lord Should not his words and Christs keepe one accord Priest Doubtles they doe and never are contrary In Pater noster Creed or Avemary Ped. But Christs Disciples when they made their motion Vnto their Master how to make devotion As I have done to you sir Iohn to day I pray you in what tongue bade he them pray Christ did not one word Latin to them speake Their talke was then all Siriack Hebrew Greeke He bade all Nations pray after one manner But bade not all take Latin for their Banner Your Latin is but one of the Translations Why should it then exclude all other Nations And on my soule sir Iohn if I doe say In mine owne mother tongue when I doe pray Lord helpe me Lord forgive me all my sinnes Yea why not Lord supply my packe and pinnes And every thing whereof I stand in need For this depends upon our daily bread I hope in God that I shall speed as well As if in Latin I my wants did tell And since some tongues have more antiquitie Then Latin were it not iniquitie To force all people to pray like the Pope No good sir Iohn you 'l not say so I hope Priest Wel pedlar one thing I would faine make plain Return we to our Lady back again And if thou hadst as much capacitie As roving wit with great audacitie The case is cleare that Virgin Mary meeke Could all and every tongue and language speake Hast thou not heard man how the Holy Ghost Came downe like cloven tongues at pentecost And fill'd the house where all the 12. were ready And one tongue truly lighted on our Lady And thinke not that I talke of toyes and dreames Aske but the Reverend Jesuites of Rhemes And what they write of this but wisely nore Ped. In faith sir Iohn it is not worth a groat Will I beleeve 't thinke you because they say it Priest Nay but they prov 't as no man can denay it Saith not the Text that when the Lord ascended Vnto the 12. he earnestly commanded That from Ierusalem they should not goe Vntill the Comforter did come and so They all conjoyned with one joynt consent And to an upper roome together went Where Mary was and others whole six score That with the 13. did daily God adore Then sayes the text when Pentecost was come They were together then both all and some And all were filled with the Holy Ghost Ped. Now good sir Priest you count without your Host I see well that your Rhemish Jesuites tongues Hath cloven the text even to the very lungs That ALL for which you reckon up six score Is here meant onely of the 12. no more Nor Mary is not named there as than What need we then beleeve it holy man On with your spectacles sir Iohn and read And credit this as one point of your Creed
not to my Mother And If I doe as our good Lord commanded I know our Lady will no wayes withstand it And so if I should say my prayers in Lattin Unto the Lord at Even-song or at Matin And never understand what I were saying Thinke you the Lord would take it for true praying No sure he will not for I truly know My tongue and heart must both together goe And hereupon I 'le tell you what befell To learned Clearkes that Latin well could spell With whom by chance I lodged at an Inne Whereas an old wife on her wheele did spin And towards evening she fell to and pray'd But neither they or I knew what she said One said she canted others said she mumbled And still strange language from her lips she fumbled Round run her wheele and round her tongue did run She mumbled and she slaver'd and she spun What think you now sir Iohn of this old Hussie Where was her heart when as she was so busie At last said one Dame wot you what you say No not quoth she but well I wot I pray You pray quoth he and know not what I grant Alas how can you be so ignorant The woman musing little at the motion Said ignorance is Mother of Devotion If Ignorance be mother then said he Sure darknesse must her onely daughter be Pray'd you quoth I when al the time you span What matters that quoth she God's a good man And knowes what I speak in the Latin tongue Either at Matins or at Even-song Alas good sir I was not this wife abus'd Whose soule and sences all were so confus'd You know these unknown tongues can profit no man And one tongue is enough for any woman But when we pray in true sinceritie As God commands in spirit and veritie The heart sends up the tongue as Messenger Unto the Lord a pleasant passenger Priest But Pedlar here 's a prettie little Booke Wherein if thou wilt spare the time to looke Set forth by a good Catholicke Divine Which out of doubt will settle thy ingine With it thy conscience will be better fram'd The Gag of the new Gospel it is nam'd He clearely proves by Zacharies example When he did sacrifice vvithin the Temple And all the people prayd and stood vvithout They knevv not then what tongue he spake no doubt Ergo the Masse may be both said and sung In other language then our mother Tongue Ped. Sir Iohn I see your holy Catholicke Upon the Text hath put a pretty tricke Did Zachary speake in a Latin stile When all the people staid without the while He was a Jew sure and knew Hebrew well And spake no Latin for ought you can tell For if the people heard not what he said Could they or you know in what tongue he pray'd Since understanding commeth by the eare He cannot understand that doth not heare Prove it that Zachary spake Latin then I 'le say all Monkes and Fryers are honest men Because a learned Priest may pray in Latin And mumble o're his Even-song Masse and Matin Ergo a Pedlar to the Lord may pray And know no sillable that he doth say So when you put me to your Pater noster I aske an Egge when I would have an Oister And seeing thus our Faiths doe disagree That neither I with you nor you with mee Can be united with one minde and heart I thinke it best we take our leaves and part I 'le pray that God in Grace and mercy would Bring all his straying Flock into his Fold FINIS Act. 1. the 1. 2. chap. Act. 9.