Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
I said it to make you sport and game I cry you mercy, I was to blame I see ye are some virtuous man Shortly hence that way thou came For here thou shalt not be Good Lord some succour thou send me That I be no not out cast What is thy name, shortly show me I dare not sir, by Christ Iesu Except ye keep it privily. Fear not say on hardly Sir my right name is charity Sometime beloved I was with the spiritualty But now covetous & simony doth them so advance That good institution is turned to other ordinance And bonum exemplum, is put to such hindrance That there I dare not appear Simony is now in the spiritualty Bonus pastor ovium, thereto will see Therefore me think this is a lie In holy Church simony can not abide He goth in a cloak he can not be espied And covetous so craftily doth provide that bonus pastor ovium, is blind & will not see That ye speak is upon envy Therefore I think ye be not charity For charity alway will say the best amongs them can I have no rest How do ye with the temporalty There is pride, sloth and lechery Which putteth me from that place Then be ye with the commonalty They despise me utterely One of them love no another The sister can not love the brother Ne the child the father ne mother There I dare not show my face. This is to me a strange case What hear ye by conscience. Spiritual & temporal set against him marvelously Merchants, men of law & artificers of every degree They will hang him and they him espy Such exclemation goeth through this realm round Why what fault have they found with him so to do His wit is nought, they say also Every man putteth his will thereto To banish him for ever. I know well it is not as ye say For I am conscience the high judge of the law Be ye conscience, alas that ever I this day saw if ye be taken, ye shallbe hanged and draw For they have utterly put you down And set covetise in your room subtlety the scribe his own cousin And falsehood the sumner, for the courts promotion. I marvel wherefore this was done When riches came before you that much will pay There he had lived in sin many a day ye should for money let him go quite a way And put him to no shame Let poverty do penance for a little offence He is not able to promote you of twenty pence Then should ye have kept your residence And gotten yourself a good name. Who so doth they are to blame In mysordering them in such wise iwis cousin I show you as now is the guise For by covetise much people doth up rise which is against both you and me charity I pray you show what remedy In this matter for me may be found
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I ſayde it to make you ſporte and game I crye you mercy, I was to blame I ſe ye are ſome vertuous man Shortely hence that waye thou came For here thou ſhalt not be Good Lorde ſome ſuccour thou ſend me That I be no not out caſte What is thy name, ſhortly ſhewe me I dare not ſyr, by Chriſt Ieſu Except ye kepe it pryuely. Feare not ſay on hardely Syr my ryght name is charytie Sometyme beloued I was with the ſpiritualtie But nowe couetouſe & ſimony doth them ſo auaūce That good inſtitucion is turned to other ordinaunce And bonum exemplum, is put to ſuche hinderaunce That there I dare not apeare Symony is nowe in the ſpiritualtye Bonus paſtor ouium, therto wyll ſee Therfore me thynke this is a lye In holy Churche ſymony can not abyde He goth in a cloke he can not be eſpyed And couetouſe ſo craftely doeth prouyde that bonus paſtor ouiū, is blind & wil not ſee That ye ſpeake is vpon enuy Therfore I thinke ye be not Charytie For charitie alwaye wyll ſaye the beſte Amonges them can I haue no reſte Howe do ye with the temporaltie There is pryde, ſlowth and lechery Which putteth me from that place Then be ye with the communaltie They deſpyſe me vtterely One of them loue no another The ſyſter can not loue the brother Ne the chylde the father ne mother There I dare not ſhowe my face. This is to me a ſtraunge caſe What heare ye by conſcience. Spiritual & tēporal ſet againſt him maruaylouſly Marchaūtes, men of law & artyfycers of euery degre They wyll hange hym and they hym eſpye Such exclemacion goeth through this realme round Why what faute haue they founde with hym ſo to do His wytte is nought, they ſay alſo Euery man putteth his wyll therto To banyſhe hym for euer. I knowe well it is not as ye ſaye For I am conſcience ye hye iudge of the lawe Be ye conſcience, alas that euer I this day ſawe yf ye be taken, ye ſhalbe hanged and drawe For they haue vtterly put you downe And ſet couetyſe in your rowme Subtylte the ſcrybe his owne coſyn And falſhed the ſomner, for the courtes promocion. I maruayle wherfore this was done When riches came before you that muche wyl pay There he had lyued in ſynne many a day ye ſhould for mony lette hym go quyte a waye And put hym to no ſhame Let pouerte do penaunce for a lyttle offence He is not able to promote you of .xx. pence Then ſhould ye haue kept your reſydence And gotten your ſelfe a good name. Who ſo doeth they are to blame In myſorderyng them in ſuche wyſe y wis coſyn I ſhewe you as now is ye guyſe For by couetyſe muche people doeth vp ryſe whiche is againſt both you and me Charyte I praye you ſhewe what remedy In this matter for me may be founde