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A04892 An answer at large, to a most hereticall, trayterous, and papisticall byll in English verse which was cast abrode in the streetes of Northamton, and brought before the judges at the last assizes there, 1570. Knell, Thomas, fl. 1560-1581. 1570 (1570) STC 15030.5; ESTC S2166 9,429 42

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other newes His gotish hart would right soone ake there whooredome for to vse Their heads there from their shoulders leape which so them selues abuse But Pope receaues the golden rent of whooredomes filthy sin To decke his crowne for whoores do bring him mickle treasure in Geneuian men that there haue séene true discipline take place Hold Rome sinke of Sodomitrie and Papists past all grace They séeke no whoore though Romaines do it is their common trade As may appeare by such a Knaue as this complaynt hath made For sure a merry day it was when whoores in euery stréete The Papists might obtaine to haue an act adiudged meete But since Geneua gaue vs light whoores Priests whoores are fled And so wyll Papists soone I hope when gallowes hath them sped The papisticall verse 4 Maister Wyborne alias tiburne tyke here dwelleth in this towne Which sought by all the meanes he could the Easter to plucke downe 5 But I of hym dare well pronounce and tyme the truth shall try That he shall trust vnto his heeles or els in Smithfield fry 6 Not he but thousandes of his sect must to Geneua seeke The wrestlyng of the Gospell wrong preuayles them not a lecke The Christian answer These be the fruites of Papists blynde loe here the hartes of those Whose traitrous slaundring tonges do shew they are prefest Gods foes Of Sathans seede which loueth lyes and sclaunders to blase out Against the truth and Church of God I put you out of dout Whose eyes do weere and téeth do gnashe at sincere Preachers true Because they see what good successe doth after them ensue This Maister VVyborne well is knowne thou Papist to thy shame And all the rable of thy rout that seekest him to defame To ●e a man of learning graue of iudgement sound and right A maryed Minister he is of lyuing most vpright A worthy Pastor of Gods flocke a zealous teacher knowne Which hath in deede by studious payne much popery ouerthrowne A modest man and curteous of gentle sprits and milds Who séekes the hurt I dare wel vouch of neither man nor child No sclaunderer is he no dout but one that meaneth good Yea if it were to such as hee might know to séeke his blood A reuerend man for knowledge sake thou doost thy wit abuse With such a name hym to reproch and so him to misuse But what is sclaunder thine thou foole thou trayterous tiburne tike The gallowes grones for thée no dout the rope will breake thy necke For where thou saiest he sought to pull the Easter downe to ground His doctrine tended your abuse of Easter to confound Which feast no dout you much poluts but he sought to erect The simple sincere truth of Christ which you do all reiect Like Romish Rebels hopyng styll the darkning of thys day But first I trust all popish knaues shall be the gallowes pray And where thou sayest thou darst pronounce that time the truth shall trye That VVyborne must trust to his héeles or els in Smithfielde fry This happy time hath tryed in déede out truth to your decay And to the ruine of your rout which hope but for a day Your sacke of lies is ransackt now your ware appeareth drosse You leane vpon a broken staffe Gods truth bringes you to losse And time hath lent by Gods good grace such comfort for the nonce That all Gods Preachers shall not neede abrode to lay their bones Their safegarde sure in England is they neede not feare the fier Although the Papistes do begin to hang a litle hyer God hath reueald your counsels fooles God hath layd open now Your traitrous harts which vnto God and Queene will neuer bow Darst thou pronounce thou traitor hold that VVyborne hence must flee Is neither godly feare at all nor Subiectes loue in thée What should him moue to step one foote your hope is surely spoyld God hath himselfe your poysnous pride in open battayle foyld ▪ Shall Smithfield be your shambles yet Gods Sayntes to kyll and slay Stay Papist packe vp Holburne hill for you the fitter way Shal VVyborne trust vnto his héeles No VVyborne trust in God And Carts shall trusse vp these in time to Tyburne loade by loade Shal thousands packe for feare of you thou Traytour darst thou say When thou thine hast well obtaynd old Saturnes second day There is no cause God haue the prayse but thousandes of his sect Of other landes that worship Christ may here themselues protect And boldnes more encreaseth still through Gods almighty grace When traitrous Papists dare not once to shew their double face For euery one that thou doost méete thou thynkst wyll thée betray Thy wits be breetch thy braynes all duld thy hart hath neuer stay If worst should fal that God for synne and for our negligence Should plague vs so to geue you power and vs to driue from hence God hath that happy Citie made Geneua of great fame For his poore peoples safe defence to shroud them in the same But when your Pope shall downe be cast and hence now you must flée Like vacabondes or Foxes whelpes you know not where to bée Your stay is gone a Papist fye all men do you detest He stayes not here saith euery man so you shall haue no rest And this is true the time is come I le tel you truer newes Al Papists which haue traitrous harts and do their Prince refuse Must now relent and turne forthwith and true become God knowes Or els prepare to geue their flesh at once to fede the Crowes Or els if that their hartes wyll not be true to Princely state Get hence to Alba there lye safe as Story dyd of late And if you get in hys sure court God cannot fynde you there Dalba shall kéepe Story in store his Quéene he néedes not feare Your wresting long of Gods true wor● can nothing you preuaile Haue done I say dispatch therefore plucke downe your Pecocks tayle Downe on your knées you Asses stout pray God and Quéene for grace You can no longer now preuayle your practise takes no place It bootes you not to Pius now for mercy for to seeke For you be traytours proude at home his Bul is not worth a léeke Therefore as thousands traitours are by thousands all agree To turne to God or els make hast to scale the gallow tree The papisticall verse 7 The Deuil when he would Christ tempt in Scripture seemed wyse And for him they do Scripture take to mayntayne all their lyes 8 Therefore be packyng pratlyng knaues ▪ your rayling is to playne Commy● your Baltacos to the bag and hye you hence agayne The Christian answer Goliah brought a sword to field which cut his throte in fine And wherwith all maist thou be beate but with this rod of thine The Deuil when he tempted Christ in Scripture semed wyse And therefore thou and Papists all do Scripture cleane despyse An argument right strong no doubt Christ was ●diudgd to