The Life and Repentance of Mary Magdalene · chunk 3 of 38
Wager, Lewis · published 1566 · first performed or written 1558 [c.1550-1566] (Annals) moral unassigned nearest T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation · 491 words
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Infidelity, no beware of me Infidelity, Like as Faith is the root of all goodness, So am I the head of all iniquity, The well and spring of all wickedness. Marry sir, yet I convey my matters clean, Like as I have a visor of virtue, So my imps, which unto my person do lean, The visor of honesty doth endue. As these, Pride I use to call cleanliness, Envy I colour with the face of prudence, Wrath putteth on the coat of manliness, Covetise is profit in every man's sentence. Sloth or idleness I paint out with quiet, Gluttony or excess I name honest cheer, Lechery used for many men's diet, I set on with the face of love both far and near. How say you to Infidelity once again? Infidelity all men's hearts do occupy: Infidelity now above true Faith doth remain, And shall do to the worlds end, I think verily. Yea, that same Messiah doth many things, Yet I will so occupy the ruler's minds, Both of bishops, phariseys, elders and kings, That few or none of them shallbe his friends. I beshrew his heart naughty foolish knave, The most bungarliest tailors in this country, That be in the world I think, so God me save, Not a garment can they make for my degree. Have you ever seen an overbody thus sit? Now a mischief on his drunken knaves ear▪ The knaves drink till they have lost their wit, And then they mar utterly a body's gear. I had liefer than twenty shillings by this light That I had him here now in my fume and heat. What, I am ashamed to come in any man's sight, Think you in the waste I am so great? Nay by gis twenty shillings I dare hold, That there is not a gentlewoman in this land, More proper than I in the waste I dare be bold, They be my garments that so bungarly do stand. Beshrew his heart once again with all my heart, Is this gear no better than to cast away? Let him trust to it, I will make him to smart. For marring of my gear he shall surely pay. God forbid mistress Mary, & you so tender & young For marring of your gear he is greatly to blame. What have you to do, hold your babbling tongue, Have you any thing to do with the same? These unhappy tailors I trow be accursed, Most commonly when they make gentlewomen's gear In the mids they set the piece that is worst. Yea that is the fashion of them every where. The worst piece is in the midst of your garment, And it is pieced into it so unhappily, That by my truth it is past amendment, Meddle with it, and you spill it utterly. Speak you in earnest, or I pray you do you mock▪ Trow you that my garment can not be amended?
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Infidelitie, no beware of me Infidelitie, Like as Faith is the roote of all goodnesse, So am I the head of all iniquitie, The well and spryng of all wickednesse. Mary syr, yet I conuey my matters cleane, Like as I haue a visour of vertue, So my impes, whiche vnto my person do leane, The visour of honestie doth endue. As these, Pride I vse to call cleanlynesse, Enuie I colour with the face of prudence, Wrathe putteth on the coate of manlynesse, Couetise is profite in euery mans sentence. Slouth or idlenesse I paint out with quiete, Gluttonie or excesse I name honest chere, Lechery vsed for many mens diete, I set on with the face of loue both farre and nere. How saie you to Infidelitie once agayne? Infidelitie all mens heartes doe occupie: Infidelitie now aboue true Faith doth remayne, And shall do to the worldes ende, I thinke verily. Yea, that same Messias doth many things, Yet I will so occupy the rulers myndes, Bothe of byshops, phariseys, elders and kyngs, That fewe or none of them shalbe his frendes. I beshrew his heart naughtye folishe knaue, The most bungarliest tailers in this countrie, That be in the worlde I thinke, so God me saue, Not a garment can they make for my degree. Haue you euer sene an ouerbody thus sytte? Nowe a mischief on his dronken knaues eare▪ The knaues drynke till they haue lost theyr wytte, And then they marre vtterly a bodies geare. I had liefer than .xx. shillings by this light That I had him here now in my fume and heate. What, I am ashamed to come in any mans sight, Thinke you in the waste I am so great? Nay by gis twentie shillings I dare holde, That there is not a gentlewoman in this land, More propre than I in the waste I dare be bolde, They be my garmentes that so bungarly do stand. Beshrew his heart once agayne with all my hart, Is this geare no better than to cast away? Let hym trust to it, I will make him to smart. For marryng of my geare he shall surely pay. God forbyd mistresse Mary, & you so tender & yong For marryng of your geare he is greatly to blame. What haue you to do, holde your bablyng tong, Haue you any thyng to doe with the same? These vnhappy tailors I trowe be acurst, Most cōmonly when they make gentlewomēs geare In the myddes they set the piece that is worst. Yea that is the fashion of them euery where. The worst piece is in the mydst of your garment, And it is pieced into it so vnhappily, That by my trouthe it is past amendement, Meddle with it, and you spyll it vtterly. Speake you in ernest, or I pray you do you mock▪ Trow you that my garment can not be amended?