The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 6 of 10
Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.72 · 534 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
And if of your parts/ that thing once were done For why without confession or contrition Doubt not but god should give you retribution By this shall ye have/ clean remission But now further/ it ought to be declared And forgiven of the sins seven Who be thes poor folk that should have your reward Come to this pardon/ if ye will come to heaven Who be those poor folk/ of whom I speak & name Come to this pardon if ye will be in bliss Certes we poor freres/ are the same This is the pardon/ which ye can not miss We freres daily take pain I say This is the pardon which shall men's souls win We friars daily/ do both fast and pray This is the pardon/ the ridder of your sin We freres travail/ and labour every hour This is the pardon/ that purchaseth all grace We freres take pain/ for the love of our saviour This is a pardon for all manner of trespass We freres also go on limitation This is the pardon/ of which all mercy doth spring For to preach/ to every christian nation This is the pardon that to heaven shall ye bring But I say thou pardoner/ thou wilt keep silence (soon) Ye it is like to be when I have done Marry therefore the more knave art thou I say That parturbest/ the word of god I say neither thyself/ wilt here God's doctrine suffer other/ their earys to incline therefore our saviour in his holy scripture cleaveth the thy judgement/ thou cursed creature Speaking to thee/ after this manner Maledictus qui audit verbum dei negligenter Woe be that man saith our lord/ that giveth no audience Or heareth the word/ of god with negligens Now thou haste spoken all sir daw I care not for thee/ a old straw I had liefer thou were hanged/ up with a rope Than I that am comen from the pope And thereby gods minister/ while thou standest & prate Should be fain to knock without the gate Therefore preach hardly/ thy belly full But I nevertheless/ will declare the pope's bull Now my friends/ I have afore showed ye Now my masters/ as I have afore declared That good it is to give your charity That pardoners from you may not be spared And further I have/ at length to you told Now here after/ shall follow and ensue Who be these people/ that ye receive should That followeth of pardons/ the great virtue That is to say/ us freres poor We pardoners for your souls be as necessary That for our living must beg fro door to door As is the meat/ for our bodies hungry For of our own proper/ we have no proper thing For pardons is the thing that bringeth men to heaven But that we get/ of devout people's getting Pardons delivereth them fro the sins seven And in our place/ be friars three score and three Pardons for every crime/ may dyspens Which only live/ on men's charity Pardon purchasyth grace for all offence For we friars/ wilful charity profess Ye though ye had slain/ both father and mother
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And yf of your partes / that thynge ones were don For why without confeſſyon or contrycyon Dout not but god ſholde gyue you retrybucyon ¶By this ſhall ye haue / clene remyſſyon But now further / it ought to be declared ¶And forgyuen of the ſynnes ſen Who be thes pore folke that ſhold haue your reward ¶Come to this pardon / yf ye wyll come to heuen Who be thoſe pore folk / of whome I ſpeke & name ¶Come to this pardon yf ye wyll be in blys Certes we pore freres / are the ſame ¶This is the pardon / which ye can not myſſe We freres dayly take payn I ſay ¶This is the pardon which ſhall mens ſoules wyn We frears dayly / do bothe faſt and pray ¶This is the pardon / the rydder of your ſynne We freres trauayle / and labour euery houre ¶This is the pardon / that purchaſeth all grace We freres take payne / for the loue of our ſauyour This is a pardon for all maner of treſpas We freres alſo go on lymytacyon ¶This is ye pardō / of which all mercy dothe ſprynge For to preche / to euery cryſten nacyon ¶This is the pardon that to heuen ſhall ye brynge But I ſay thou pardoner / thou wylt kepe ſylens (ſone) ¶Ye it is lyke to be whan I haue done Mary therfore the more knaue art thou I ſay That parturbeſt / the worde of god I ſay neyther thy ſelfe / wylt here goddys doctryne ſuffre other / theyr earys to enclyne herfore our ſauyour in his holy ſcrypture Clyueth the thy iugement / thou curſyd creature Spekynge to the / after this maner Maledictus qui audit verbum dei negligenter Wo be that man ſayth our lord / that gyueth no audien Or heryth the worde / of god with negligens ¶Now thou haſte ſpoken all ſyr daw I care nat for the / an olde ſtraw I had leuer thou were hanged / vp with a rope Than I that am comen from the pope And therby goddes miniſter / whyle thou ſtādeſt & prate Sholde be fayn to knocke without the gate Therfore preche hardely / thy bely full But I neuertheles / wyll declare the popes bull ¶Now my frendes / I haue afore ſhewed ye ¶Now my mayſters / as I haue afore declared That good it is to gyue your charyte ¶That pardoners from you may not be ſpared And further I haue / at lenghte to you tolde ¶Now here after / ſhall folow and enſew Who be theſe people / that ye receyue ſholde ¶That foloweth of pardons / the great vertew That is to ſay / vs freres pore ¶We pardoners for your ſoules be as neceſſary That for our lyuynge muſt begge fro dore to dore As is the meate / for our bodys hungry For of our own propre / we haue no propre thynge For pardons is the thynge that bryngeth men to heuen But that we get / of deuout peoples gettynge ¶Pardons delyuereth them fro the ſynnes ſeuen And in our place / be fryers thre ſcore and thre ¶Pardons for euery cryme / may dyſpens Which onely lyue / on mens charyte Pardon purchaſyth grace for all offence For we fryars / wylfull charyte profeſſe ¶Ye though ye had ſlayne / bothe father and mothe