The Pardoner and the Friar, the Curate, and Neighbor Pratte · chunk 7 of 10
Heywood, John · published 1533 · first performed or written 1519 [1513-1521] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 530 words
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We may have no money/ neither more nor less And this pardon/ is chief above all other For worldly treasure we may nought care For who to it offeryth/ groat or penny Our souls must be rich/ and our bodies bare Though sins/ he had done never so many And one thing I had almost left behind And though that he had all his kindred slain Which before/ came not to my mind This pardon shall rid them fro ever lasting pain And doubtless it is none other thing There is no sin/ so abominable But when ye will give/ your alms & offering Which to remit/ this pardon is not able Look that ye/ distribute it wisely As well declareth/ the sentence of this letter Not to every man/ that for it will cry Ye can not therefore/ bestow your money better For if ye give/ your alms in that wise Let us not here/ stand idle all the day It shall not both to them and us suffice give us some money/ or that we go our way But I say/ thou lewd fellow thou Hadst none other time to show thy bulls but now Canst not tarry and abide till soon And read them than when preaching is done I will read them now/ what sayest thou thereto Hast thou any thing therewith to do thinkest that I will stand/ & tarry for thy leisure Am I bound to do so much for thy pleasure For my pleasure? nay I would thou knewest it well It becometh the knave/ never a dell To prate thus boldly in my presence And let the word/ of god of audience Let the word of god qd a? nay let a whoreson drivel Prate here all day/ with a foul evil And all thy sermon/ goth on covetise And biddest men beware of avarice And yet in thy sermon/ dost thou none other thing But for alms stand all the day begging Leave thy realing I would the advise Nay leave thou thy babbling/ if thou be wise I would thou knewest it knave/ I will not leave a (whit) No more will I/ I do the well to wit It is not thou/ shall make me hold my peace Than speak on hardly if thou thinkest it for thy 〈◊〉 For I will speak/ whither thou wilt or no In faith I care not/ for I will speak also Wherefore hardly/ let us both go to See which shall be better hard of us two What should ye give ought to prating pardoners What should ye spend on these flattering liars What should ye give ought to these bold beggar's As be these babbling monks/ and these freres Let them hardly labour for their living Which do nought daily/ but babble and lie It much hurteth them/ good men's giving And tell you fables dear enough a fly For that maketh them idle/ and slothful to work As doth this babbling frere/ here to day That for none other thing they will cark ¶ Hardly they would go both to blow & carry On us pardoners hardly do your cost
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We may haue no money / nother more nor leſſe ¶And this pardon / is chefe aboue all other For wordly treaſure we may nought care ¶For who to it offeryth / grote or peny Our ſoules muſt be ryche / and our bodyes bare ¶Though ſynnes / he had done neuer ſo many And one thynge I had almoſte left behynde ¶And though that he had all his kyndred ſlayn Which before / cam not to my mynde ¶This pardon ſhall ryd thē fro euer laſtynge payne And doutles it is none other thynge ¶There is no ſyn / ſo abhomynable But whan ye wyll gyue / your almes & offerynge ¶Which to remyt / this pardon is not able Loke that ye / dyſtrybute it wyſely ¶As well declareth / the ſentence of this letter Not to euery man / that for it wyll crye ¶Ye can not therefore / beſtow your money bette For yf ye gyue / your almes in that wyſe ¶Let vs not here / ſtande ydle all the daye It ſhall not bothe to them and vs ſuffyſe ¶Gyue vs ſome money / or that we go our way But I ſay / thou lewde felowe thou Haddeſt none other tyme to ſhewe thy bulles but now Canſt not tary and abyde tyll ſone And rede them than whan prechynge is done ¶I wyll rede them now / what ſayeſt thou therto Haſt thou any thynge therwith to do Thynkeſt that I wyll ſtande / & tary for thy leaſure Am I bounde to do ſo moche for thy pleaſure For my pleaſure? nay I wolde thou knewyſt it well It becometh the knaue / neuer a dell To prate thus boldely in my preſence And let the worde / of god of audience ¶Let the word of god qd a? nay let a horſō dreuyll Prate here all day / with a foule euyll And all thy ſermon / goth on couetyce And byddeſt men beware of auaryce And yet in thy ſermon / doſt thou none other thynge But for almes ſtande all the day beggynge Leue thy realynge I wolde the aduyſe ¶Nay leue thou thy bablynge / yf thou be wyſe I wolde thou kneweſt it knaue / I wyll not leue a (whyt) ¶No more wyll I / I do the well to wyt It is not thou / ſhall make me holde my peas Thā ſpeke on hardly yf thou thynkyſt it for thy For I wyll ſpeke / whyther thou wylt or no ¶In faythe I care nat / for I wyll ſpeke alſo Wherfore hardely / let vs bothe go to Se whiche ſhall be better harde of vs two What ſholde ye gyue ought to pratyng pardoners ¶What ſholde ye ſpende on theſe flaterynge lyers What ſholde ye gyue ought to theſe bolde beggars ¶As be theſe bablynge monkes / and theſe freres Let them hardely labour for theyr lyuynge ¶Which do nought dayly / but bable and lye It moche hurtyth them / good mennys gyuynge ¶And tell you fables dere inoughe a flye For that maketh them ydle / and ſlouthfull to warke ¶As dothe this bablynge frere / here to day That for none other thynge they wyll carke ¶ Hardely they wolde go bothe to plow & carie ¶On vs pardoners hardely do your coſt