The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 5 of 10
Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.76 · 532 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Marry fellow I come hither/ to preach the word of god Which of no man/ may be forbade But hard with silence/ and good intent For why/ it teacheth them evident The very way/ and path that shall them lead Even to heaven gates/ as straight as any thread And he that letteth the word/ of god of audience Standeth accursed/ in the great sentence And so art thou/ for enterrupting me Nay thou art a cursed/ knave/ and that shalt thou see And all such that to me/ make interruption The pope sends them/ excommunication By his bulls/ here ready to be red By bishops/ and his cardinals confirmed And eke if thou/ disturb me any thing Thou art also/ a traitor to the king For here hath he granted me/ under his broad seal That no man/ if he love his hele Should me disturb/ or let in any wise And if thou dost/ the kings commandment despise I shall make the be set/ fast by the feet And where thou saydyst/ that thou art more meet Among the people/ here for to preach Because thou dost them/ the very way teach How to come/ to heaven above Therein thou liest/ and that shall I prove And by good reason/ I shall make the bow And know that I/ am meeter than art thou For thou/ when thou hast taught them once the way Thou errest not/ whether they come there ye or nay But when that thou/ hast done all together And taught them the way/ for to come thither Yet all that thou canst imagine Is but to use virtue/ and to abstain fro sin And if they fall once/ than thou canst no more Thou canst not give them/ a salve for their sore But these my letters/ be clean purgation All though never so many sins/ they have done But when thou hast taught them the way and all Yet or they come there/ they may have many a fall In the way/ or that they come thither For why the way/ to heaven is very slydder But I will teach them after another race For I shall bring them to heaven gate And be their guides/ and conduct all things And lead them thither/ by the purse strings So that they shall not fall/ though that they would Hold thy peace knave/ thou art very bold Thou pratest in faith/ even like a pardoner Why despisest thou/ the pope's minister masters/ here I curse him openly And therewith warn/ all this hole company By the pope's/ great authority That ye leave him/ and hearken unto me For till he be assoiled/ his words take none effect For out of holy church/ he is now clean reject My masters/ he doth but gest and rave It forceth not/ for the words of a knave But to the word of god do reverence And hear me forth/ with dew audience Masters I swewed you/ ere while of alms deed masters this pardon/ which I showed you before And how ye should give poor folk at their need Is the greatest that ever was/ sith god was boar
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¶Mary felow I com hyder / to prech the word of god Whych of no man / may be forbode But harde wyth ſcylence / and good entent For why / it techeth them euydent The very way / and path that ſhall them lede Euen to heuen gatys / as ſtrayght as any threde And he that lettyth the worde / of god of audyence Standeth accurſt / in the greate ſentence And ſo arte thou / for enterruptynge me ¶Nay thou art a curſt / knaue / and that ſhalt thou ſe And all ſuche that to me / make interrupcyon The pope ſendes them / excommunycacyon By hys bullys / here redy to be redde By byſſhoppes / and hys cardynalles confyrmed And eke yf thou / dyſturbe me any thynge Thou arte alſo / a traytour to the kynge For here hath he graunted me / vnder hys brode ſeale That no man / yf he loue hys hele Sholde me dyſturbe / or let in any wyſe And yf thou doſt / the kynges commaundement diſpiſe I ſhall make the be ſet / faſt by the fete And where thou ſaydyſt / that thou arte more mete Amonge the people / here for to preche Bycauſe thou doſt them / the very way teche ow to com / to heuen aboue Therin thou lyeſt / and that ſhall I proue And by good reaſon / I ſhall make the bow And knowe that I / am metr than arte thou ¶For thou / whan thou haſt taught them ones the way Thou ereſt not / whethr they com there ye or nay But whan that thou / haſt done all togyder And taught them the way / for to com thyther Yet all that thou canſt ymagyn Is but to vſe vertue / and to abſtayne fro ſyn And yf they fall ones / than thou canſt no more Thou canſt not gyue them / a ſalue for theyr ſore But theſe my letters / be clene purgacyon All thoughe neuer ſo many ſynnes / they haue don But whan thou haſt taught them the way and all Yet or they com there / they may haue many a fall In the way / or that they com thyther For why the way / to heuen is very ſlydder But I wyll teche them after another race For I ſhall brynge them to heuen gate And be theyr gydes / and conducte all thynges And lede them thyther / by the purſe ſtrynges So that they ſhall not fall / though that they wolde ¶Holde thy peace knaue / thou arte very bolde Thou prateſt in fayth / euen lyke a pardoner ¶Why deſpyſeſt thou / the popes mynyſter Mayſters / here I curſe hym openly And therwith warne / all this hole company By the popes / great auctoryte That ye leue hym / and herken vnto me For tyll h be aſſoyled / his wordes take none effecte For out of holy chyrche / he is now clene reiecte ¶My mayſters / he dothe but geſt and raue It forſeth not / for the wordes of a knaue But to the worde of god do reuerence And here me forthe / with dewe audyence ¶Mayſters I ſwewed you / ere whyle of almes dede ¶Mayſters this pardon / whiche I ſhewed you before And how ye ſhulde gyue poore folke at theyr nede Is the greateſt that euer was / ſyth god was bore