The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 4 of 10
Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.70 · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Date et dabitur vobis Good devout people/ this place of scripture Worshipful masters/ ye shall understand Is to you/ that have no literature That pope Leo the ten hath granted with his hand Is to say/ in our english tongue And by his bulls/ confirmed under lead As depart your goods/ the poor folk among To all manner people/ both quick and deed And god shall than/ give unto you again Ten thousand years/ & as many sents of pardon This in the gospel/ so is written plain When they are deed/ their souls for to guardon Therefore give your alms/ in the largest wise That will with their penny/ or alms deed Keep not your goods/ fie fie on covetise Put to their hands/ to the good speed That sin with god is most abominable Of the holy chapel of sweet saint Leonarde And is eke the sin/ that is most damnable Which late by fire/ was destroyed and marred In scripture eke/ but I say sirs how Ay by the mass/ one can not here What a babbling maketh yonder fellow For the babbling/ of yonder foolish frere In scripture eke/ is there many a place And also masters/ as I was about to tell Which showeth that many a man so farforth lacketh grace Pope Iuly the vi hath granted fair & well That when to them/ god hath abundance sent And doth .xii. thousand years of pardon to them send They would distribute none to the indygent That aught/ to this holy chapel lend Whereat god having/ great indignation Pope Bonyface/ the ix also punished these men/ after a divers fashion Pope Iuly/ pope Innocent/ with divers pope's more As the gospel/ full nobly doth declare Hath granted/ to the sustaining of the same How dives Epulus/ reigning in welfare v. thousand years of pardon/ to every of you by name And on his board/ dishes delicate And clean remission/ also of their sin Poor Lazarus/ came begging at his gate As often times/ as you put in desiring some food/ his hunger to relieve Any money/ into the pardoners coffer But the rycheman/ nothing would him give Or any money up unto it offer Not so much as a few crommies of bread Or he that offeryth/ penny or groat Wherefore poor lazarus/ of famine strayth was deed Or he that giveth/ the pardoner a new cote And angels his soul/ to heaven did carry Or take of me/ either image or letter But now the rich man/ of the contrary Whereby this poor chapel may/ fair the better When he was deed/ went to misery and pain And god wot/ it is a full gracious deed Where for evermore/ he shall remain For which god/ shall quite you well your meed In brenning fire/ which shall never cease Now help our poor chapel/ if it be your will But I say thou pardoner/ I bid the hold thy peace And I say thou frere/ hold thy tongue still What standest thou there/ all the day smattering Marry what standyst thou there/ all day clatterring
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¶Date et dabitur vobis ¶Good deuout people / this place of ſcrypture ¶Worſhypfull mayſters / ye ſhall vnderſtand Is to you / that haue no litterature ¶That pope Leo the .x. hath graunted with his hand Is to ſay / in our englyſſhe tonge ¶And by his bulles / confyrmed vnder lede As departe your goodes / the poore folke amonge ¶To all maner people / bothe quycke and dede And god ſhall than / gyue vnto you agayne ¶Ten thouſande yeres / & as many entes of pardon This in the goſpell / ſo is wryten playne ¶Whan they are dede / theyr ſoules for to guardon Therfore gyue your almes / in the largeſt wyſe ¶That wyll with theyr peny / or almes dede Kepe not your goodes / fye fye on couetyſe ¶Put to theyr handes / to the good ſpede That ſynne with god is moſt abhomynable ¶Of the holy chapell of ſwete ſaynt Leonarde And is eke the ſynne / that is moſt dampnable ¶Whiche late by fyre / was deſtroyed and marde In ſcrypture eke / but I ſay ſyrs how ¶Ay by the mas / one can not here What a bablynge maketh yonder felow ¶For the bablynge / of yonder folyſſhe frere In ſcrypture eke / is there many a place ¶And alſo mayſters / as I was aboute to tell Whiche ſheweth that many a mā ſo farforth lacketh grace ¶Pope Iuly ye .vi. hath graūted fayre & well That whan to them / god hathe abundaunce ſent ¶And doth .xii. thouſande yeres of pardon to thē ſende They wode dyſtrybute none to the indygent ¶That ought / to this holy chapell lende Wherat god hauynge / great indygnacyon ¶Pope Bonyface / the .ix. alſo Punyſſhed theſe men / after a dyuers facyon ¶Pope Iuly / pope Innocent / with dyuers popes mo As the goſpell / full nobly dothe declare ¶Hathe graunted / to the ſuſteynynge of the ſame How diues Epulus / reygnynge in welfare ¶v. thouſand yeres of pardō / to euery of you by name And on his borde / dyſſhes delycate ¶And clene remyſſyon / alſo of theyr ſyn Pore Lazarus / cam beggynge at his gate ¶As often tymes / as you put in Deſyrynge ſom fode / his honger to releue ¶Any monye / into the pardoners cofer But the rycheman / nothynge wolde hym gyue ¶Or any money vp vnto it offer Not ſo moche as a fewe crommys of breade ¶Or he that offeryth / peny or grote Wherfore pore lazarus / of famyn ſtrayth was dede ¶Or he that gyueth / the pardoner a new cote And angels hys ſoule / to heuen dyd cary ¶Or take of me / outer ymage or letter But now the ryche man / of the contrary ¶Wherby thys pore chapell may / fayre the better Whan he was dede / went to myſery and payne ¶And god wote / it ys a full gracyous dede Where for euermore / he ſhall remayne ¶For whych god / ſhall quyte you well your mede In brennyng fyre / whych ſhall neuer ceaſe ¶Now helpe our pore chapell / yf it be your wyll But I ſay thou pardoner / I byd the holde thy peace ¶And I ſay thou frere / holde thy tonge ſtyll What ſtandeſt thou there / all the day ſmatterynge ¶Mary what ſtandyſt thou there / all day clatterrynge