The Three Laws of Nature, Moses, and Christ, Corrupted by the Sodomites, Pharisees, and Papists · chunk 20 of 30
Bale, John · published 1562 · first performed or written 1538 [revised c.1547 and 1562] (Annals) moral T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.77 · 456 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
For marriage of pryestes, three children ●ad that year By this may ye see, that sometime we make merry cheer Marry that do ye, I shall bear ye record now But how will ye answer, for breaking of your vow. We never break vow, so long as we do not marye Though we in whoredom, be never so bold and busy. By your order then, ye may walk moche at large What hast thou hypocrisy, to lay for thy discharge Saint Frances habit, with the holy girdle & hood Nove can go to hell, that therein die by the rood In case saint Frances, be sure upon their side Else may they fortune, to be of their purpose wide For I teade of one that should have gone to the devil But the spirits of hell, could do no him no evil. Till saint Frauces came, & look from him this cowl Then went he to hell, the friars did here him howl. I will therefore serve S Frances, with heart and mind With daily memories, that he may be my friend And than I care not for all the devils in hell That I have told you, is more true than the Gospel. Then are ye more sure, than monks for your heritage For their lands are here, but ye claim heaven for advantage. Yet is it to them, a very pleasant thing Their Abbot at home, to be called lord and king. Nay monk and churl, for here ●s no king but one, If he be a king, his mace is a marry bone And his crown a cowtorde, such knaves as come from the cart Must be called kings, for playing a popish part. It becometh not thee, the romish pope, so to lurch considering he is the highest of the church. If he be the highest, than is he the Wethercock Ah, now I pertain, thou art disposed to mock Of all holy Church, he is the principal head. Marry that is true, he sendeth out bulls under lead And he hath two ways, the one to open hell The other speaketh heaven, thus do new heretics tell They report also that Dogs have no devotion To his holy laws, nor his old instruction. Why should dogs hate him? make that more evident They love no p●se portege, nor yet red herrings in lent Steckfysshe nor oysters, but curse him body and bone And would his red sprottes, & rotten fish were gone Tush, I hear them I, and that maketh me full sad. Either thou dost mock, or else thou art sure mad. There the people complayve very moche of the. What is their prattling, I pray the heartily tell me.
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Position
nodes 1323–1368 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 20 of 30 in this edition
Length
456 words · 573 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T15 — Friars and holy orders in plotcross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.767 (cosine to the topic centroid) · placed after the fit (approximate_predict), not counted in the topic statistics
Other seeds
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
For maryage of pryestes, thre chyldren ad that yeare By this may ye se, that somtyme we make mery cheare Mary that do ye, I shall beare ye recorde nowe But howe wyll ye answere, for breakynge of your vow. We neuer breake vowe, so longe as we do not marye Thoughe we in whordome, be neuer so bolde and busy. By your ordre than, ye maye walke moche at large What hast thou hypocresy, to laye for thy dyscharge Saynt Frances habyte, with the holy gyrdle & whoode Noue can go to hell, that therin dye by the roode In case saynt Frances, be sure vpon theyr syde Els maye they fortune, to be of theyr purpose wyde For I teade of one that shulde haue gone to the deuyll But the spyrytes of hell, coulde do no hym no euyll. Tyll saynt Frauces came, & loke from hym this cowle Then went he to hel, the fryers dyd here hym howle. I wyll therfore serue S Frances, with hert and mynde With dayly memoryes, that he maye be my frynde And than I care not for all the deuylles in hell That I haue tolde you, is more true then the Gospell. Then are ye more sure, than monkes for your herytage For theyr landes are here, but ye clayme heauen for aduauntage. Yet is it to them, a very pleasaunt thynge Theyr Abbot at home, tobe called lorde and kynge. Naye monke and churle, for here s no kynge but one, If he be a kynge, his mace is a mary bone And his crowne a cowtorde, suche knaues as come frō the carte Must be called kynges, for playenge a popysh par. It becometh not the, the Romyshe pope, so to lurche Consyderynge he is the hyghest of the churche. If he be the hyghest, than is he the thercocke Ah, nowe I pereyne, thou art dysposed to mocke Of all holy Churche, he is the pryeypall heade. Mary that is true, he sendeth out bulles vnder lead And he hath two yes, the one to open hell The other speaeth heuen, thus do new here tyekes tell They reporte also that Dogges haue no deuocion To his holy lawes, nor his olde instruction. Why shuld dogges hate him? make that more euident They loue no pse portege, nor yet red herynges in lent Steckfysshe nor oysters, but curse hym body and bone And wolde his red sprottes, & rotten fysshe were gone Tush, I heare them I, and that maketh me full sad. Eyther thou doest mocke, or els thou art sure mad. Theare the people complayue very moche of the. What is theyr pratlinge, I praye the hartely tell me.