The Life and Repentance of Mary Magdalene · chunk 24 of 38
Wager, Lewis · published 1566 · first performed or written 1558 [c.1550-1566] (Annals) moral T5 Christian faith, sin and salvation typicality 0.83 · 519 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T5: god, christ, david, sin, holy, israel, lord, mercy, sins, faith.
Conscience? how doth thy conscience little Mall? Was thy conscience sicked, alas little fool? Whoreson fools, set not a pin by them all, Wise enough in deed, to follow their foolish school, You bottle nosed knave, get you out of place, Avoid stinking whoreson, a poison take thee, Hence, or by God I will lay thee on the face, Take heed that hereafter I do you not see. Though I appear not to her carnal sight, Yet by the means that she knoweth the law, I shall trouble her always both day and night, And upon her conscience continually gnaw. What cheer? now is here but we twain alone, Be merry mistress Mary, and away the mare, A murrain go with them, now they be gone, Pluck up your stomach, and put away all care. O master Prudence, my heart is sore vexed, The knowledge of sin is before me always: In my conscience I am so grievously perplexed, That I wot not what to do truly nor say. Benedicite, art thou come with a vengeance▪ What wilt thou do? Marry, do you love me? My words print well in your remembrance, To yonder fellows saying do you never 'gree. Into this world God hath sent his own, Not to judge the world, or to take vengeance, But to preach forgiveness and pardon, Through true faith in him, and perfect repentance. The son of man is come to seek and save, Such persons as perish and go astray, God hath promised them life eternally to have, If they repent, and turn from their evil way, The kingdom of heaven is at hand, therefore repent, amend your lives, and the Gospel believe, The son of God into this world is sent, To have mercy on men, and their sins to forgive. O here is the Messiah, of whom we have hard, What say you Prudence is not this same he? A Mary, do you my words no more regard, You have a wavering wit now well I do see, Is not this a like person, the son of God to be, And the Messiah which the world should save? He is a false harlot you may believe me, Whom you shall see one day handled like a knave. If the law of God published by Moses, Be not able to bring men to salvation, Much less such a wretched man doubtless, Can do aught for your soul's consolation. Tush take one heaven in this present world here, You remember what before to you I have said: Pluck up your heart wench, and be of good there, Never regard his words, tush, be not afraid. The law hath set my sins before my sight, That I can not be merry, but am in despair: I know that God is a judge, equal and right, And that his law is true, pure, clean and fair, By this law am I condemned already to hell. The words he hath spoken must be fulfilled: Of mirth and joy it is but folly to tell, For I perceive that both body and soul be spilled.
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Conscience? how doth thy conscience litle Mall? Was thy conscience sicked, alas little foole? Hooreson fooles, set not a pynne by them all, Wise inough in dede, to folowe their foolishe schoole, You bottell nosed knaue, get you out of place, Auoyde stinkyng horeson, a poyson take thee, Hence, or by God I will lay thee on the face, Take hede that hereafter I doo you not see. Though I appere not to hir carnall syght, Yet by the meanes that she knoweth the lawe, I shall trouble hir always both day and night, And vpon hir conscience continually gnawe. What chere? nowe is here but we twayne alone, Be mery mistresse Mary, and away the mare, A murreyn go with them, now they be gone, Plucke vp your stomacke, and put away all care. O maister Prudence, my heart is sore vexed, The knowledge of synne is before me alway: In my conscience I am so greuously perplexed, That I wote not what to doe truly nor say. Benedicite, arte thou come with a vengeance▪ What wilt thou do? Mary, doe you loue me? My wordes print well in your remembrance, To yonder felowes saying doe you neuer gree. Into this worlde God hath sent his owne, Not to iudge the world, or to take vengeance, But to preache forgeuenesse and pardon, Through true faith in hym, and perfect repentance. The sonne of man is come to seke and saue, Suche persons as perishe and go astraye, God hath promised them lyfe eternally to haue, If they repent, and turne from theyr euill way, The kyngdom of heauen is at hand, therfore repent, Amende your lyues, and the Gospell beleue, The sonne of God into this world is sent, To haue mercy on men, and theyr synnes to forgeue. O here is the Messias, of whom we haue harde, What say you Prudence is not this same he? A Mary, do you my wordes no more regard, You haue a waueryng witte now well I doe see, Is not this a lyke person, the sonne of God to be, And the Messias whiche the worlde should saue? He is a false harlot you may beleue me, Whome you shall see one day handled like a knaue. If the lawe of God published by Moyses, Be not able to bryng men to saluation, Muche lesse suche a wretched man doubtlesse, Can do ought for your soules consolation. Tushe take one heauen in this present world here, You remember what before to you I haue sayd: Pluck vp your heart wenche, and be of good there, Neuer regard his words, tushe, be not afrayd. The lawe hath set my synnes before my syght, That I can not be mery, but am in despaire: I know that God is a Iudge, equall and right, And that his lawe is true, pure, cleane and fayre, By this law am I condemned alredy to hell. The wordes he hath spoken must be fulfilled: Of myrth and ioy it is but foly to tell, For I perceiue that both body and soule be spilled.