The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 19 of 30
Bale, John · published 1548 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral T31 Popes, cardinals and the crown typicality 0.77 · 484 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T31: cardinal, pope, king, lord, majesty, holy, rome, france, church, lords.
Thu shalt sure have, a livery of the same cloth, Gramercyes by God, my old friend infidelity. What, brother snyp snap, how go the word with thee? What, friar flyp flap, how say ye to, Benedicite? Marry nothing but well, for I cry now advantage At her purse or arse, tell me good friar fuccage? By the Mess at both, for I am a great penytensar, And sit at the pardon, Tush, I am the pope's own vicar If thu lackest a piece, I know where thu mayst be sped. With coyse of a score, & brought even to thy bed. Art thu not ashamed, to talk so like a knave? No, for it is such gear, as the holiest of us will have, Pope, cardinal, bishop, monk, canon priest & friar, Not one of ye all, but a woman will desire. Our orders permit us not▪ to have them in marriage No, but ye fatche them in, by an other carriage. Ye do even as we do, we both are of one rate. By the Mess I laugh, to hear this whoreson prate What fashion use ye, to us here intymate. Ego distinguo, whether ye will have lions or parys. Of them both to show, it will not be far amiss. In parys we have, the mantel of Saint lewes, Which women seek much, for help of their barrenness. For be it once laid, upon a womannys belly, She go thence with child, the miracles are scene there Saylye. And besides all this, ye would marvel in confession. What our fathers do, to assoil them of transgression Iohan Thessecclius, assoiled a young woman ones. Behind the high altar, till she cried out of hes bones. And as for lions, there is the length of our lord, In a great pillar. She that will with a coorde, Be fast bound to it, and take such chance as fall, Shall sure have child, for within it is hollow all. Tush, I could tell ye, of much more wondre than this, In course to hear them, I think ye would bliss. As thu hast begun, go forward in it and tell. Soch a knave I suppose, is not from hens to hell. In our religion, was an holy popish patriarch, Which of all bawdry, might be the great monarch. The nuns to confess, he went from place to place, And two hundred of them, he broached in that space. Many spices he eat, his courage to prwoke. Soch a fellow was he, as of that gear had the stroke. Now, somewhat will I tell to confirm thy tale withal In king ferdynands time, in Spain was a cardinal Petrus mendoza, was the very man that I mean. Of some as he had, great number besides the queen. One of his bastards, was earl, an other was duke, Whom also he abused, and thought it no rebuke.
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Thu shalt sure haue, a lyuery of the same cloth, Gramercyes by God, my olde frynde Infydelyte. What, brother snyp snap, how go the worde with the? What, fryre flyp flap, how saye ye to, Benedicite? Marry nothynge but well, for I crye now aduaūtage At her purse or arse, tell me good fryre fuccage? By the Messe at both, for I am a great penytensar, And syt at the pardō, Tush, I am ye popes owne vycar If thu lackest a pece, I knowe where thu mayst be sped. With coyse of a score, & brought euen to thy bed. Art thu not ashamed, to talke so lyke a knaue? No, for it is soch gere, as the holyest of vs wyll haue, Pope, Cardynall, byshop, mōke, chanon prest & fryre, Not one of ye all, but a woman wyll desyre. Our orders permyt vs not▪ to haue them in marryage No, but ye fatche them in, by an other carryage. Ye do euen as we do, we both are of one rate. By the Messe I laugh, to heare thys whoreson prate What fashyon vse ye, to vs here intymate. Ego distinguo, whether ye wyll haue lyons or parys. Of them both to shewe, it wyll not be farre amys. In parys we haue, the mantell of Saynt lewes, Whych women seke moch, for helpe of their barēnes. For be it ones layed, vpon a womānys bellye, She go thens with chylde, the myracles are seane there Saylye. And besydes all thys, ye wolde maruele in cōfessyon. What our fathers do, to assoyle them of transgressyon Iohan Thessecclius, assoyled a yonge woman ones. Behynde the hygh aulter, tyll she cryed out of hes bones. And as for lyons, there is the length of our lorde, In a great pyller. She that wyll with a coorde, Be fast bounde to it, and take soch chaunce as fall, Shall sure haue chylde, for within it is hollowe all. Tush, I coulde tell ye, of moch more wondre thā this, In course to heare them, I thynke ye wolde blys. As thu hast begunne, go forewarde in it and tell. Soch a knaue I suppose, is not from hens to hell. In our relygyon, was an holye popysh patryarke, Whych of all bawdrye, myght be the great monarke. The nōnes to confesse, he went from place to place, And two hōdred of them, he broached in that space. Many spyces he eate, hys currage to pruuoke. Soch a fellawe was he, as of that gere had the stroke. Now, sumwhat wyll I tell to cōfirme thy tale withall In kynge ferdynāds tyme, in Spayne was a Cardynall Petrus mendoza, was the very man that I meane. Of some as he had, great nombre besydes the quene. One of hys bastardes, was earle, an other was duke, Whom also he abused, and thought it no rebuke.