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A commemoration or dirige of bastarde Edmonde Boner, alias Sauage, vsurped Bisshoppe of London. Compiled by Lemeke Auale. Anno Domini. 1569
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Avale, Lemeke.
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1569
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STC 977; ESTC S104439
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Abimelech Iudicū ix the bastarde soonne of Gedion whiche Gedion had lawfull begotten sonnes lxx and but one bastarde whiche bastarde Abimelech with one stone traiterously killed al his brethren one excepted So there is more abominatiō in one bastard then in lxix lawfull sonnes Many examples I can bryng forthe of histories repugnant to bastards of their filthinesse of life whoredome idolatrie extortion treasō murder glottonie c. For it is thought that thei doe drawe a certain staine from the volupteous lust mutuall of bothe their filthie parētes whiche in lawfull chaste mariage taketh no place Note this and then knowing them selues to be bastardes hateth all them that are lawfully borne inuentyng mischief against them as traitors would haue all men traitors this base borne Bocher Boner like Abimeleche hath slain a great nōber of the legitimate children of God whose blood asketh the same crewell vengeaunce that holie Abels doe still in the presēce of God against his brother Cain So you shall not doubte but by Gods lawes the lawes of Englande and also the Canonicall lawes that bastardes are all 〈◊〉 of lawfull parentes therefore of inheritaunce Temporall also not lawfull to take Orders therefore no ministers of Spiritnall dignitie Ergo. therfore no bishops Iudge of this your selues Ergo. and then make answere when it shall please you Sir we will depart quod thei referryng this matter till an other tyme. Here is one quod he with plaine Musicke Dirge like in the next chamber singeth to a dull base Lute I praie you let vs heare him it will not hurt vs my thinke he singeth of D. Boner some merie vanitie of that vain man whiche spēt his daies in vain Papistrie we are cōtent said thei to heare this matter and then to depart hence when he hath doen we praie God it be mery for we haue talked of sad matters peace a little silence my maisters quod he agreed saied thei Then the fellowe on the other side of the walle reade in the Bible to hymself alone and that beyng dooen he songe in rude rime against rude Boner the Papist bastard The fellowe doe read I will sende a curse vpon you and I will Malach. 〈◊〉 curse your blessynges yea curse them will I if ye doe not take hede beholde I shall corrupt Deute 26. your seede and cast dunge in your faces euen Markerehell marke Papiste the donge of your solemne feastes and it shall cleaue fast vpon you You are cleane gone out of the waie and haue caused the multitude to be offended at the lawe of the lorde You haue broken the couenaunt of Leui saith the lorde of the hoste therefore also I will make you to Ezech. 13. be despised and to be of no reputation emong 〈◊〉 8. the people bicause that you haue not kept my waies My handes shall come vpon the false Prophetes that looke out vaine thinges and preache lyes thei shall not be in the counsaill of my people nor written in the boke bicause Ezech 34. thei haue deceiued my people The beste that is the martyres haue ye slain the flocke haue you not nourished but churlishely and cruelly haue you ruled them Therefore woe and vengeaunce be vnto you saith the lorde God All these places of holie writynges crieth out against Boner asmuch as to any false pastor that euer hath made spoile like a Wolfe in Christes flocke the soules of the slain whō Apoea 6. he burned for the woorde of God and for the testimonie whiche thei had 〈◊〉 still crie with a loude voice saiyng Howe long 〈◊〉 thou lorde 〈◊〉 and true to iudge and auenge our blood on thē that dwell on the yearth Well ones it will fall out thus That the righteous shall stande in greate stedfastnes again suche 〈◊〉 5. as haue dealt extremely with them and takē awaie their labours when Boner with his wicked companions shall se it as thei shall in 〈◊〉 thei shalbée vered with horrible feare and shall wonder at the hastines of the sodain health gronyng for verie distresse of mynde and shall saie within them selues hauyng inwarde sorowe and mournyng for verie anguishe of mynde These are thei whom wee somtyme had in derision and iested vpon we fooles thought their liues verie madnes and their ende to be without honor But loe how thei are compted emong the children of God and their portion emong the sainctes Therefore we haue erred from the waie of truthe and the light of righteousnes haue not shined vnto vs. 〈◊〉 waies haue wee gone the waie of the lorde we haue not knowen what profit haue our pompe brought vs suche wordes shall suche as haue persecuted their brethren speake in helle Lette the persocutours marke this well Well well ◠Boner speaketh My soule haue cleaued fast to the grounde 〈◊〉 pauimento 〈◊〉 mea I haue fed like a swine and liued like a hoūde My thought it did me muche good In broilyng the christians and 〈◊〉 blood I haue she wed my waies I haue she wed my waies How well I loued the Romishe kaies Vias meas annūciaui The reliques of Rome were my delight I was a maiden priest and our ladies knight Iustification I could not abide 〈◊〉 iusti 〈◊〉 Specially if it came on Christes side I will clime heauen walles with Scala coeli And followe Alkoc quondam bishop of Elie. My soule now slepe in dreames and 〈◊〉 Dormitat 〈◊〉 mea My corps is buried emong false theues For my bodie and soule th'apointed place Abusyng mercie and refusyng grace The waie of wickednes I loued well Viam iniquitatis In missyng of Purgatorie perhaps to hell I beshrowe Dorbell and Dunses harte Would I had béen no bishop but gon to carte The waie of truthe I did once take Viam veritatis Whiche of malice I did for sake And neuer since I did repente In despisyng the eternall testamente I did sticke ones vnto Goddes lawes Adhesit te 〈◊〉 But to forsake it I had no cause And hardned my harte stopped mine eares 〈◊〉 And could not wepe repentant teares The waie of thy cōmaundmēt I might not bide Viam 〈◊〉 tuorum After that I was drunke with the cup of pride But waxed lothly foule and fatte Like to cardinall Wolsey with his red hatte Boner ende Deus 〈◊〉 in Synagoga deorum His lordship would plaie the Iustice of Corum In the place of iudgement it did hym good To accuse the martyres and shed their blood O Clemens There is no man within the citie Professyng Christes Gospell that he would pitie Muche mischief this verlet did begin Therefore his praier is tourned to synne O Pia. He had a cancred proude looke With bell and candell and Popishe booke In cursyng Gods people with hellishe grace A waie graundpanche with thy greasie face O Crux Now a peece of your Dirige I will begin I care not whether I lose or winne You were no greate state
holy sainct Boner You blessed Friers That neuer wer liers And you holy Nunnes That neuer had sōnes Set this child of grace In some Angelles place Dum veneris iudicare Helpe helpe S. Marie N oli cum condemnare He burned many in the daies of 〈◊〉 Marie Sicut Leo querens praedam animas deuorauit If this was not a blessed deede Aske L. R. S. P. and H. Crede ¶ The seuenth lesson Spiritus meus MY spirit God wotte is feble weake and sore and so shall wee Papistes daiely more and more Our tyme of Papistrie shal be shorte foolishe and vaine Ab aquilone penditur omne malum the Papistes tooke paine Nowe Mars our bloudie Boner is laied in yearth full colde Whose life and libertie would haue made vs bolde With bloudie handes and cruell hartes was our desire To haue burned the Protestantes with hote flamyng fire Set vp 〈◊〉 crounes the stewes and 〈◊〉 kes in bootes And destroied Christes doctrine cleane by the rootes Brought in Idols Latin seruice and ryngyng of belles 〈◊〉 Chauntries Masses Abbaies and Celles Thus we would haue dooen in Tindall and Comberlande And brought Romishe seruice againe into Northumberlande There are a remnaunt left I maie them call The children of Antichrist and of God Ball. Rumor super rumorem while the storme do last Antichrist and his are now at the laste caste And Boner is rotten and stinketh in graue Well rid is Christes flocke of so Woluishe a 〈◊〉 Si veritatem dico quare non creditis michi ¶ The Responde Dies eius breuiabuntur Boner was a greate hunter Per ignem with fire hotte Nunc in putredine God wotte Ubi est ergo nunc Either Frier Nonne or Monke That can for a little space Put hym a purgyng place Now good man sir Pope What doe your worship hope In inferno nulla est redemptio ¶ The eight lesson Fo. rede it Pelle mei consumptus MY fleshe is consumed there is but skinne and bone In 〈◊〉 Georges Churche yarde my graue and I alone My tongue that vsed lewde woordes and lippes awaie are rotten Take pitie vpon me R. L. and H. let me not be forgotten Regester me in with a Leaden penne emong the Romishe roules And make some Obsequi for my sake I would it were in Poules Saie Dirige for me 〈◊〉 T. H. U. R. L. and B. Saie you the Masse mōurne you in blacke W. F. and C. Ryng you the belles holde you the lighles A. P. S. and N. A. B. the Crosrowe of Papistes shewe your selues like men For if your merites doe not helpe then come I verie late Like the foolishe virgines fiue whiche knocked at the gate To whom he saied I knowe you not depart from my sight You wanted faithe and watched not when I came in the night Let liuyng wightes watche therfore though it be paine and griefe For sodainly the Lorde dooe come vn wares like to a thefe O Boner Boner ones againe in thy skynne thou shalt be clad And haue suche members in degree as in this life thou had Then shalt thou see the Martyrs all in iudgement stande vpright Whom in this worlde thou didest abuse with murder and with spight And called them 〈◊〉 all and nowe in greate honor Suche was the blindnes of Papistes hartes and specially of thee Boner ¶ The Responde Uaine vaine vaine vaine All bloudie Papistes doe liue in vaine There is no meane but heauen and hell In doyng euill and workyng well Eche soule shall go vnto his place The brande of hell and childe of grace 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 transit hora Redeamus sine mora 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 The hower of death drawyng on a pace Praie for mercie ioye and 〈◊〉 V ade non amplius 〈◊〉 ¶ The nineth lesson Quare de vulua 〈◊〉 〈◊〉 ALas from my mothers wombe why hast thou brought me out I haue liued like a Butchers dogge and died like a 〈◊〉 I stopped myne eares against the truthe Gods worde I would not heare And hardened my harte against the Prince in persone many a yere There 〈◊〉 my life in 〈◊〉 delite my soule did feele no care In softe bedde and choise of wine wantyng no daintie fare False hope I had to come for the as ones I did before But still dispaire said I should 〈◊〉 and persecute no more One morne betime I loked forth as ofte as I did before And did se a pulpit in churches 〈◊〉 made by my prison dore A Preacher there was that Crowly hight whiche preached in that place A meane if God had 〈◊〉 me to call me then to grace Hodie sivocem was his theme and harden not thyne 〈◊〉 As did the fathèrs the rebelles old that perished in desarte Thus protestantes haue me slain with the power of the worde But if the worlde had served me with fire and with sworde I would haue 〈◊〉 and burnebal more then I did before But now farewel you papistes al from hensfor the 〈◊〉 Would no 〈◊〉 had me knowen nor eyes me neuer seen Then should I haue been in suche sorte as I had neuer been The Responde In die illa tremenda Who shall my lorde defenda Neither Pe. Wes Nor. Mar. Traitors Tempest that blowe vp warre Slinge Hil. nor Swineburne Or any traitor that gape for a tourne Thei shall haue horror inhabitans God sende them mischaunce Onine regnum diuisum c. Against the Quene thei risum Per aliam viam reuersi sunt Papistes are traitours as thei are wont Rumor super rumorem erit Betwene Doncaster and Perith Be many Popishe hartes Would their heddes wer in carts And their bodies in graues Rebelles are theues and knaues Ardiet pugnas vicio parentum The rebelles beyonde Trentham Shall quickly repentham Sepulchrum paten est venter eorum Thei abhorre doctrina Apostolorum Sepe expugnauerūt you knowit wel Northren stormes are sharp fell Snowe Haile Ise and Froste All their hope is but loste Dies magnae amara Thei are now in sorow and cara Thei will neuer haue suche honor As had this bastarde E. Boner Although 〈◊〉 were a Po. k. Yet buried he was in a graue Pluet super proditores laquios ¶ Th e'nde of Boners Dirige Per ironiam Erat vir ille simplex rectus ac timens deum recaedens a malo ¶ Here after dooe followe a liniall Pedegree of Boners kinred by the minde and iudgemente of many Doc. a man of a greate house long before the captiuitic of Babilon ¶ Bastarde Edmonde Sauage beyng a greate lubberly scholer was supposed to be the soonne of one Boner Which was the sōne of a Iugler or wild roge Whiche was the sonne of a villaine ingrosse Whiche was the sonne of a Cutpurse Whiche was the sonne of a Tom of Bedlam Whiche was the sonne of a proctor of a spitle Whiche was the sonne of a theffe or a rebell Whiche was the sonne of a wilde Irishe whiche was the sōne of a Stoick Philosopher whiche was the sonne of Agarion whiche was tho sonne