Heywood, John · published 1544 · first performed or written 1520 [c.1520-1522] (Annals) not in BritDrama T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.77 · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Send ye any souls to heaven by water If we did sir what is the matter By god I have a dry soul should thither I pray you let our souls go to heaven together So busy you twain be in soul's health May not a apothecary come in by stealth Yes that I will by saint Antony And by the leave of this company Prove ye false knaves both or we go In parte of your sayenges as thys o Thou by thy travail thinkest heaven to get And thou by pardons and relics countest no let To send thine own soul to heaven sure And all other whom thou list to procure If I took an action than were they blank For like thieves the knaves rob away my thank All souls in heaven having relief Shall they thank your crafts nay thank mine chief No soul ye know entereth heaven gate Till from the body he be separate And whom have ye known die hostlye Without help of the apothecary Nay all that cometh to our handling Except ye hap to come to hanging That way perchance ye shall not mister To go to heaven without a glister But be ye sure I would be woe If ye should change to beguile me so As good to lie with me a night As hang abroad in the moan light There is no choice to flee my hand But as I said into the band sins of our souls the multitude I send to heaven when all is viewed Who should but I then all together Have thank of all their coming thither If ye killed a thousand in an hour space When come they to heaven dying from state of grace If a thousand pardons about your necks were tied When come they to heaven if they never died Long life after good works in deed Doth hinder man's receipt of meed And death before one duty done May make us think we die to soon Yet better tarry a thing then have it Then go to soon and vainly crave it The longer ye dwell in communication The less shall you like this imagination For ye may perceive even at the first chop Your tale is trapped in such a stop That at the lest ye seem worse than we By the mass I hold us nought all three By our lady then have I gone wrong And yet to be here I thought long Brother ye have gone wrong no wit I praise your fortune and your wit That can direct you so discreetly To plant you in this company Thou palmer and thou a pardoner I a apothecary. And I a peddler Now on my faith full well watched Were the devil were we four hatched That maketh no matter sins we be matched I could be merry if that I catched Some money for part of the ware in my pack What the devil hast thou there at thy back
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¶Sende ye any ſoules to heuen by water ⚜If we dyd ſyr what is the mater ¶By god I haue a drye ſoule ſhulde thyther I praye you let our ſoules go to heuen togyther So byſy you twayne be in ſoules helth May nat a potycary come in by ſtelth Yes that I wyll by ſaynt Antony And by the leue of thys company Proue ye falſe knaues bothe or we goo In parte of your ſayenges as thys o Thou by thy trauayle thynkeſt heuen to gete And thou by pardons and relyques counteſt no lete To ſende thyne owne ſoule to heuen ſure And all other whome thou lyſte to procure If I toke an accyon then were they blanke For lyke theues the knaues rob away my thanke All ſoules in heuen hauynge relefe Shall they thanke your craftes nay thanke myn chefe No ſoule ye knowe entreth heuen gate Tyll from the bodye he be ſeparate And whome haue ye knowen dye hoſtlye Without helpe of the potycary Nay all that commeth to our handlynge Except ye happe to come to hangynge That way perchaunce ye ſhall nat myſter To go to heuen without a glyſter But be ye ſure I wolde be wo If ye ſhulde chaunge to begyle me ſo As good to lye with me a nyght As hange abrode in the mone lyght There is no choyſe to le my hande But as I ſayd into the bande Syns of our ſoules the multitude I ſende to heuen when all is vewed Who ſhulde but I then all togyther Haue thanke of all theyr commynge thyther ¶If ye kylde a thouſande in an houre ſpace When come they to heuen dyenge from ſtate of grace ❧If a thouſāde pardons about your neckes were teyd When come they to heuen yf they neuer dyed ⚜Longe lyfe after good workes in dede Doth hynder mannes receyt of mede And deth before one dewty done May make vs thynke we dye to ſone Yet better tary a thynge then haue it Then go to ſone and vaynly craue it ¶The longer ye dwell in communicacion The leſſe ſhall you lyke thys ymagynacyon For ye may perceyue euen at the fyrſt chop Your tale is trapt in ſuch a ſtop That at the leſte ye ſeme worſe then we ¶By the maſſe I holde vs nought all thre ¶By our lady then haue I gone wronge And yet to be here I thought longe ¶Brother ye haue gone wronge no wyt I prayſe your fortune and your wyt That can dyrecte you ſo diſcretely To plante you in this company Thou palmer and thou a pardoner I a potycary. ❧And I a pedler ¶Nowe on my fayth full well watched Were the deuyll were we foure hatched ¶That maketh no mater ſyns we be matched I coulde be mery yf that I catchyd Some money for parte of the ware in my packe ¶What the deuyll haſt thou there at thy backe