The playe called the foure PP. A newe and a very mery enterlude of A palmer. A pardoner. A potycary. A pedler. Made by Ioh[a]n Heewood Heywood, John, 1497?-1580? 1544 Approx. 65 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 21 1-bit group-IV TIFF page images. Text Creation Partnership, Ann Arbor, MI ; Oxford (UK) : 2008-09 (EEBO-TCP Phase 1). A03177 STC 13300 ESTC S109760 99845405 99845405 10302

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¶The playe called the foure PP.

¶A newe and a very mery enterlude of A palmer. A pardoner. A potycary. A pedler.

Made by Iohn̄ Heewood
❧Palmer. NOwe god be here who kepeth this place Now by my fayth I crye you mercy Of reaſon I muſt ſew for grace My rewdnes ſheweth me no ſo homely Wherof your pardon axt and wonne I ſew you as curteſy doth me bynde To tell thys whiche ſhalbe begonne In order as may come beſte in myndy I am a palmer as ye ſe Whiche of my lyfe much part hath ſpent In many a fayre and farre countre As pylgrymes do of good intent At Hieruſalem haue I bene Before Chryſtes bleſſed ſepulture The mount of Caluery haue I ſene A holy place ye may be ſure To Ioſephat and Olyuete On fote god wote I wente ryght bare Many a ſalt tere dyde I ſwete Before thys carkes coulde come there Yet haue I bene at Rome alſo And gone the ſtacions all arow Saynt peters ſhryne and many mo Then yf I tolde all ye do know Except that there be any ſuche That hath ben there and diligently Hath taken hede and marked muche Then can they ſpeke as muche as I Then at the Rodes alſo I was And rounde about to amyas At ſaynt Toncomber and ſaynt Tronion At ſaynt Bothulph and ſaynt Anne of Buckſton On the hylles of Armony where I ſee Noes arke With holy Iob and ſaynt George in Suthwarke At Waltam and at Walſyngam And at the good rood of dagnam At ſaynt Cornelys at ſaynt Iames in Gales And at ſaynt Wynefrydes well in Walles At our lady of Boſton at ſaynt Edmundes byry And ſtreyght to ſaynt Patrykes purgatory At rydybone and at the blood of Hayles Where pylgrymes paynes ryght muche auayles At ſaynt Dauys and at ſaynt Denis At ſaynt Mathew and ſaynt Marke in Venis At mayſter Iohan ſhorne at Canterbury The graet god of Katewade at kynge Henry At ſaynt ſauyours at our lady of Southwell At Crome at Wylſdome and at Muſwell At ſaynt Rycharde and at ſaynt Roke And at our lady that ſtandeth in the oke To theſe with other many one Deuoutly haue I prayed and gone Prayeng to them to pray for me Vnto the bleſſed trynyte By whoſe prayers and my dayly payne I truſte the ſoner to obtaye For my ſaluacyon grace and mercy For be ye ſure I thynke ſurely Who ſeketh ſayntes for Cryſtes ſake And namely ſuche as payne do take On fote to punyſhe thy frayle body Shall therby meryte more hyely Then by any thynge done by man ☞Pardoner. ¶And when ye haue gone as farre as ye can For all your labour and goſtely entente Yet welcome home as wyſe as ye wente ☞Palmer. ¶Why ſyr dyſpyſe ye pylgrymage ❧Pardoner. ¶Nay for god ſyr then dyd I rage I thynke ye ryght well occupyed To ſeke theſe ſayntes on euery ſyde Alſo your payne I nat diſprayſe it But yet I diſcomende your wit And or we go euen ſo ſhall ye If ye in this wyl anſwere me I yray you ſhew what the cauſe is Ye wente al theſe pylgrymages ❧Palmer. ¶Forſoth this lyfe I dyd begyn To rydde the bondage of my ſyn For whiche theſe ſayntes reherſed or this I haue both ſought and ſene Iwys Beſechynge them to be recorde Of all my payne vnto the lorde That gyueth all remyſſyon Vpon eche mans contricyon And by theyr good mediacyon Vpon myne humble ſubmyſſion I truſt to haue in very dede For my ſoule helth the better ſpede. ☞Pardonar. ¶Nowe is your owne confeſſyon lyckely To make your ſelfe a fole quyckely For I perceyue ye wolde obtayne No nother thynge for all your payne But onely grace your ſoule to ſaue Nowe marke in this what wyt ye haue To ſeke ſo farre and helpe ſo nye Euen here at home is remedy. For at your dore my ſelfe doth dwell Who coulde haue ſaued your ſoule as well As all your wyde wandrynge ſhall do Though ye wente thryes to Iericho Nowe ſyns ye myght haue ſpedde at home What haue ye wone by ronnyng at Rome. ❧Palmer. ¶If this be true that ye haue moued Then is my wyt in dede reproued But let vs here fyrſte what ye are ❧Pardonar. ¶Truly I am a pardoner. ☞Palmer. ¶Truely a pardoner that may be true But a true pardoner doth nat enſew Ryght ſelde is it ſene or neuer. That treuth and pardoners dwell together For be your pardons neuer ſo great Yet them to enlarge ye wyll nat let With ſuche lyes that oftymes Cryſte wot Ye ſeme to haue that ye haue nat Wherfore I went my ſelfe to the ſelfe thynge In euery place and without faynynge Had as muche pardon there aſſuredly As ye can promyſe me here doutefully Howe be it I thynke ye do but ſcofte But yf ye hadde all • he pardon ye kepe of And no whyt of pa •• on graunted In any place where I haue haunted Yet of my labour I nothynge repent. God hathe reſpect how eche tyme is ſpent And as in his knowlege all is regarded So by his goodnes all is rewarded ❧Pardonar. ¶By the fyrſte parte of this laſte tale It ſemeth you come late from the ale For reaſon on your ſyde ſo farre doth fayle That ye leue ſonyng and begyn to rayle Wherin ye forget your owne parte clerely For ye be as vntrue as I And in one poynte ye are beyonde me For ye may lye by aucthoryte 〈…〉 that hath wandred ſo farre That no man can be theyr controller And where ye eſteme your labour ſo muche I ſay yet agayne my pardons be ſuche That yf there were a thouſande ſoules on a hepe I wolde brynge them all to heuen as good chepe As ye haue brought your ſelfe on pylgrymage In the leſte quarter of your vyage Whiche is farre a thys ſyde heuen by god There your labour and pardon is od With ſmale coſt and without any payne Theſe pardons bryngeth them to heuen playne Geue me but a peny or two pens And as ſone as the ſoule departeth hens In halfe an houre or thre quarters at moſte The ſoule is in heuen with the holy ghoſt ❧Potycary. ¶Sende ye any ſoules to heuen by water ☞Pardoner. ⚜If we dyd ſyr what is the mater ❧Potycary. ¶By god I haue a drye ſoule ſhulde thyther I praye you let our ſoules go to heuen togyther So byſy you twayne be in ſoules helth May nat a potycary come in by ſtelth Yes that I wyll by ſaynt Antony And by the leue of thys company Proue ye falſe knaues bothe or we goo In parte of your ſayenges as thys • o Thou by thy trauayle thynkeſt heuen to gete And thou by pardons and relyques counteſt no lete To ſende thyne owne ſoule to heuen ſure And all other whome thou lyſte to procure If I toke an accyon then were they blanke For lyke theues the knaues rob away my thanke All ſoules in heuen hauynge relefe Shall they thanke your craftes nay thanke myn chefe No ſoule ye knowe entreth heuen gate Tyll from the bodye he be ſeparate And whome haue ye knowen dye hoſtlye Without helpe of the potycary Nay all that commeth to our handlynge Except ye happe to come to hangynge That way perchaunce ye ſhall nat myſter To go to heuen without a glyſter But be ye ſure I wolde be wo If ye ſhulde chaunge to begyle me ſo As good to lye with me a nyght As hange abrode in the mone lyght There is no choyſe to • le my hande But as I ſayd into the bande Syns of our ſoules the multitude I ſende to heuen when all is vewed Who ſhulde but I then all togyther Haue thanke of all theyr commynge thyther Pardoner. ¶If ye kylde a thouſande in an houre ſpace When come they to heuen dyenge from ſtate of grace ❧Potycary. ❧If a thouſāde pardons about your neckes were teyd When come they to heuen yf they neuer dyed ☞Palmer. ⚜Longe lyfe after good workes in dede Doth hynder mannes receyt of mede And deth before one dewty done May make vs thynke we dye to ſone Yet better tary a thynge then haue it Then go to ſone and vaynly craue it ❧Pardoner. ¶The longer ye dwell in communicacion The leſſe ſhall you lyke thys ymagynacyon For ye may perceyue euen at the fyrſt chop Your tale is trapt in ſuch a ſtop That at the leſte ye ſeme worſe then we ☞Potycary. ¶By the maſſe I holde vs nought all thre ❧Pedler. ¶By our lady then haue I gone wronge And yet to be here I thought longe ❧Potycary. ¶Brother ye haue gone wronge no wyt I prayſe your fortune and your wyt That can dyrecte you ſo diſcretely To plante you in this company Thou palmer and thou a pardoner I a potycary. ☞Pedler. ❧And I a pedler ❧Potycary. ¶Nowe on my fayth full well watched Were the deuyll were we foure hatched ☞Pedler. ¶That maketh no mater ſyns we be matched I coulde be mery yf that I catchyd Some money for parte of the ware in my packe ❧Potycary. ¶What the deuyll haſt thou there at thy backe ☞Pedler. ¶Why doſt thou nat knowe that euery pedled In euery tryfull muſt be a medler Specyally in womens tryflynges Thoſe vſe we chefe aboue all thynges Whiche thynges to ſe yf ye be diſpoſed Beholde what ware here is diſcloſed Thys gere ſheweth it ſelfe in ſuche bewte That eche man thynketh it ſayth come bye me Loke were your ſelfe can lyke to be chooſer Your ſelfe ſhall make pryce though I be looſer Is here nothynge for my father Palmer Haue ye nat a want on in a corner For your walkyng to holy places By cryſte I haue herde of as ſtraunge caſes Who lyueth in loue or loue wolde wynne Euen at this packe he muſt begynne Where is ryght many a proper token Of whiche by name parte ſhall be ſpoken Gloues, pynnes, combes, glaſſes vnſpottyd Pomanders, hookes, and laſſes knotted Broches, rynges, and all maner bedes Lace rounde and flat for womens hedes Nedyls, threde thymbell, ſhers, and all ſuche knackes Where louers be no ſuche thynges lackes Sypers ſwathbondes rybandes and ſleue laces Gyrdyls, knyues, purſes, and pyncaſes. ❧Potycary. ¶Do women bye theyr pyncaſes of you. ☞Pedler. ¶Ye that they do I make god a vow ⚜Potycary. ¶So mot I thryue then for my parte I be ſhrewe thy knaues nakyd herte For makynge my wyfe ys pyncaſe ſo wyde The pynnes fall out they can nat abyde Great pynnes muſt ſhe haue one or other Yf ſhe leſe one ſhe wyll fynde an other Wherin I fynde cauſe to complayne New pynnes to her pleaſure and my payne ☞Pardoner. ¶Syr ye ſeme well ſene in womens cauſes I praye you tell me what cauſeth this That women after theyr a • yſynge Be ſo longe in theyr apparelynge ❧Pedler. ¶Forſoth women haue many 〈◊〉 And they • e ma • ked in many • ettes As frontlettes, fyllettes, parlettes, and barcelettes And then theyr bonettes and theyr poynettes By theſe lettes and nettes the lette is ſuche That ſpede is ſmall whan haſte is muche. ❧Potycary. ¶An other cauſe why they come nat forwarde Whiche maketh them dayly to drawe backwarde And yet is a thynge they can nat forbere The trymmynge and pynnynge vp theyr gere Specyally theyr fydlyng with the tayle pyn And when they wolde haue it prycke in If it chaunce to double in the clothe Then be they wode and ſwereth an othe Tyll it ſtande ryght they wyll nat forſake it Thus though it may nat yet wolde they make it But be ye ſure they do but defarre it For when they wolde make it ofte tymes marre it But prycke them and pynne them as nyche, as ye wyll And yet wyll they loke for pynnynge ſtyll So that I durſte holde you a ioynt Ye ſhall neuer haue them at a fall poynt ☞Pedler. ⚜Let womens maters paſſe and marke myne What euer theyr poyntes be, theſe poyntes be fyne Wherfore yf ye be wyllynge to bye Ley downe money, come of quyckely. ❧Palmer. ¶Nay by my trouth we be lyke fryers We are but beggers we be no byers ☞Pardoner. ¶Syr ye maye ſhowe your ware for your mynde But I thynke ye ſhall no profyte fynde ❧Pedler. ¶Well though thys your ney acquyte no coſte Yet thynke I nat my labour loſte For by the fayth of my body I lyke full well thys company Vp ſhall this packe for it is playne I came not hyther al for gayne Who may nat play one day in a weke May thynke hys thryfte is farre to ſeke Deuyſe what paſtyme ye thynke beſte And make ye ſure to fynde me preſt ❧Potycary. ☞Why be ye ſo vnyuerſall That you can do what ſo euer ye ſhall. ☞Pedler. ¶Syr yf ye lyſte to appoſe me What I can do then ſhall ye ſe. ❧Potycary. ¶Than tell me thys be ye perfyt in drynkynge ☞Pedler. ¶Perfyt in drynkynge as may be wyſht by thynkyng ❧Potycary. ¶Then after your drynkyng how fall ye to wynkyng ☞Pedler. ¶Syr after drynkynge whyle the ſhot is tynkynge Some hedes be ſwymmyng but myne wyl be ſynkynge And vpon drynkynge myne eyſe wyll be pynkynge For wynkynge to drynkynge is alway lynkynge. ❧Potycary· ¶Then drynke and ſlepe ye can well do But yf ye were deſyred therto I pray you tell me can you ſynge ☞Pedler. ⚜Syr I haue ſome ſyght in ſyngynge. ❧Potycary. ¶But is your breſt any thynge ſwete. ☞Pedler. ⚜What euer my breſte be, my voyce is mete▪ ❧Potycary. ¶That anſwere ſheweth you a ryght ſyngynge man Now what is your wyll good father than. ❧Palmer. ☞What helpeth wyll where is no ſkyll ☞Pardoner. ⚜And what helpeth ſkyll where is no wyt. ❧Potycary. ☞For wyll or ſkyll what helpeth it Where frowarde knaues be lackynge wyll Leue of thys curyoſytie And who that lyſte ſynge after me. ☞Here they ſynge. ❧Pedler. ¶Thys lyketh me well ſo mot I the. ☞Pardoner. ❧So helpe me god it lyketh nat me Where company is met and well agreed Good paſtyme doth ryght well in dede But who can ſyt in dalyaunce Men ſyt in ſuche a variaunce As we were ſet or ye came in Whiche ſtryfe thys man dyd fyrſt begynne Allegynge that ſuche men as vſe For loue of god nat and refuſe On fot to goo from place to place A pylgrymage callynge for grace Shall in that payne with penitence Obtayne diſcharge of conſcyence Comparynge that lyfe for the beſte Enduccyon to our endles reſte Vpon theſe wordes our mater grewe For yf he coulde auow them true As good to be a gardener As for to be a pardoner But when I harde hym ſo farre wyde I then aproched and replyed Sayenge this that this indulgence Hauyng the forſayd penitence Dyſchargeth man of all offence With muche more profyt then this pretence I a • ke but two pens at the moſte I wys this is nat very great coſte And from all payne without dyſpayre My ſoule for his kepe euen his chayre And when he dyeth he may be ſure To come to heuen euen at pleaſure And more then heuen he can nat get How farre ſo euer he lyſte to • et Then is hys payne more then hys wit To wake to heuen ſyns he may ſyt Syr as we were in this contencion In came thys daw with hys inuencyon Reuelynge vs hym ſelfe auauntynge That all the ſoules to heuen aſſendynge Are moſt bounde to the potycary Bycauſe he helpeth moſt men to dye Before whiche deth he ſayeth in dede No ſoule in heuen can haue hys mede ☞Pedler ¶Why do potycaries kyll men. ❧Potycary. ¶By god men ſay ſo now and then. ☞Pedler. ¶And I thought ye wolde nat haue myſt To make men lyue as longe as ye lyſte. ❧Potycary. ⚜As longe as we lyſte, nay longe as they can. ☞Pedler. ¶So myght we lyue without you than. ❧Potycary. ¶Ye but yet it is neceſſary For to haue a potycary For when ye fele your conſcyens redy I can ſende you to heuen quyckly Wherfore concernynge our mater here Aboue theſe twayne I am beſt clere And yf he lyſte to take me ſo I am content you and no mo Shall be our iudge as in thys caſe Whiche of vs thre ſhall take the beſt place ☞Pedler. ¶I neyther wyll iudge the beſte nor worſte For be ye bleſte or be ye curſte Ye know it is no whyt my ſleyght To be a iudge in maters of weyght It behoueth no pedlers nor proctours To take on them iudgemente as doctours But yf your myndes be onely ſet To worke for ſoule helthe ye be well met For eche of you ſomwhat doth ſhowe That ſoules towarde heuen by you do growe Then yf ye can ſo well agree To contynue togyther all thre And all you thre obey on wyll Then all your myndes ye may fulfyll As yf ye came all to one man Who ſhulde goo pylgrymage more then he can In that ye palmer as debite May clerely dyſcharde hym parde And for all other ſyns ones had contryſſyon Your pardons geueth hym full remyſſyon And then ye mayſter potycary May ſende hym to heuen by and by. ❧Potycary. ⚜Yf he taſte this boxe nye aboute the pryme By the maſſe he is in heuen or euen longe tyme My craft is ſuche that I can ryght well Sende my fryndes to heuen and my ſelfe to hell But ſyrs marke this man for he is wyſe How coulde deuyſe ſuche a deuyce For yf we thre may be as one Then be we lordes euerychone Betwene vs all coulde nat be myſte To ſaue the ſoules of whome we lyſte But for good order at a worde Twayne of vs muſt wayte on the thyrde And vnto that I do agree For bothe you twayne ſhall wayt on me What chaunce is this that ſuche an elfe Commaunded two knaues be, beſyde hym ſelfe ❧Pardoner. ¶Nay nay my fr •• de that wyll nat be I am to good to wayt on the. ☞Palmer. ⚜By our lady and I wolde be loth To wayt on the 〈◊〉 on you both ❧Pedler. ¶Yet be ye ſewer for all thys dout Thys waytynge muſt be brought about Men can nat proſper wylfully ledde All thynge decaye • where is no hedde Wherfore doutleſſe marke what I ſay To one of you thre twayne muſt obey And ſynnes ye can nat agree in voyce Who ſhall be hed, there is no choyſe But to deuyſe ſom • maner thynge Wherin ye all be 〈◊〉 connynge And in the ſame 〈…〉 do beſte The other twayne 〈◊〉 make them preſte In euery thynge 〈…〉 hys entente Holly to be at com ••• ndement And now haue I ••• nde one maſtry That ye can do in • yfferently And is nother ſell •• nge nor byenge But euyn only very lyenge And all ye thre can lye as well As can the falſeſt deuyll in hell And though afore ye harde me grudge In greater maters to be your iudge Yet in lyeng I can ſome ſkyll And yf I ſhall be iudge I wyll And be ye ſure without flatery Where my conſciens fyndeth the maſtrye Ther ſhall my iudgement ſtrayt be founde Though I myght wynne a thouſande pounde ❧Palmer. ¶Syr for lyeng though I can do it Yet am I loth for to goo to it ☞Pedler. ¶Ye haue nat cauſe to feare to be bolde For ye may be here vncontrolled And ye in this haue good auauntage For lyeng is your comen vſage And you in lyenge be well ſpedde For all your craft doth ſtande in falſhed Ye nede nat care who ſhall begyn For eche of you may hope to wyn Now ſpeke all thre euyn as ye fynde Be ye agreed to folowe my mynde ☞Palmer. ❧Ye by my trouth I am contente. ☞Pardoner. ⚜Now in good fayth and I aſſente ❧Potycary. ¶If I denyed I were a nody For all is myne by goddes body. ☞Here the potycary hoppeth. ❧Palmer. ⚜Here were a hopper to hop for the rynge But ſyr thys gere goth nat by hoppynge. ☞Potycary. ¶Syr in this hopynge I wyll hop ſo well That my tonge ſhall hop aſwell as my hele Vpon whiche hoppynge I hope and nat doute it To hope ſo that ye ſhall hope without ❧Palmer. ⚜Syr I wyll n •• ther boſte ne brawll But take ſuche fo •• une as may fall And yf ye wynne • • s mayſtry I wyll obaye you • uietly And ſure I thyn • that quietneſſe In any man is g ••• t rycheſſe In any maner co • pany To rule or be rul • d indifferently. ☞Pardoner. ¶By that boſt • ou ſemeſt a begger in dede What can thy qu • etneſſe helpe vs at nede Yf we ſhulde ſta • e thou haſt nat I thynke One peny to bye • s one potte of drynke Nay yf rycheſſe myghe rule the roſte Beholde what cauſe I haue to boſte Lo here be pardons halfe a doſyn For goſtely ryches they haue no coſyn And more ouer to me they brynge Sufficient ſuccour for my lyuynge And here be relykes of ſuche a kynde As in this worlde no man can fynde Knele downe all •• re and when ye leue kyſſynge Who lyſte to off • ſhall haue my blyſſynge Frendes here ſhall ye ſe euyn anone Of all Hallows the bleſſyd iaw bone Kys it hardely with good deuocion ❧Potycary. ¶Thys kyſſe ſ • all brynge vs muche promocyon Fogh, by ſaynt ••• your I neuer kyſt a wars Ye were as goo •• yſſe all hallows ars For by all halows me thynketh That all halows breth ſtynketh ❧Palmer. ¶Ye iudge all halows breth vnknowen Yf any breth ſtynke it is your owne. ☞Potycary. ⚜I knowe myne owne breth from all halows Or els it were tyme to kyſſe the galows. ❧Pardoner. ¶Nay ſyrs beholde here may ye ſe The great toe of the trinite Who to thys toe any money voweth And ones may role it in his moueth All hys lyfe after I vndertake He ſhall be ryd of the toth ake. ☞Potycary. ⚜I praye you torne that relyke aboute Other the Trinite had the goute Or elles bycauſe it is .iii. toes in one God made it muche as thre toes alone. ❧Potycary. ¶Well lette that paſſe and loke vpon thys Here is a relyke that doth nat mys To helpe the leſte aſwell as the moſte This is a buttocke bone of Pentecoſte. ❧Potycary. ⚜By chryſte and yet for all your boſte Thys relyke hath be ſhyten the roſte ☞Pardoner. ¶Marke well thys relyke here is awhipper My frendes vnfayned here is a ſlypper Of one of the ſeuen ſlepers be ſure Doutieſſe thys kys ſhall do you great pleaſure For all theſe two dayes it ſhall ſo eaſe you That none other ſauours ſhall diſpleaſe you. ❧Potycary. ¶All theſe two dayes, nay all thys two yere For all the ſauours that may come here Can be no worſe for at a worde One of the ſeuen • epers trode in a torde. ☞Pedler. ¶Syr me thynketh your deuocion is but ſmal ❧Pardoner. ¶Small mary me thynketh he hath none at all. ☞Potycary. ⚜What the deuyll care I what ye thynke Shall I prayſe relykes when they ſtynke. ☞Pardoner. ¶Here is an ey ••• th of the great Turke Whoſe eyes be on • s ſette on thys pece of worke May happely leſe parte of his eye ſyght But nat all tyll h •• e blynde out ryght. ❧Potycary. ⚜What ſo euer any other man ſeeth I haue no deuac • on to Turkes teeth For all though I neuer ſawe a greter Yet me thynketh I haue ſene many better. ☞ Pardoner. ¶Here is a box full of humble bees That ſtonge Eue as ſhe ſat on her knees Taſtynge the frute to her forbydden Who kyſſeth the bees within this hydden Shall haue as muche pardon of ryght As for any relyke he kyſt thys nyght. ❧Palmer. ⚜Syr I wyll kyſſe them with all my herte. ☞ Potycary. ¶Kyſſe them agayne and take my parte For I am nat worthy, nay lette be Thoſe bees that • onge Eue ſhall nat ſtynge me. ❧Pardoner. ¶Good frendes I haue yet here in thys glas Whiche on the drynke at the weddynge was Of Adam and Eue vndoutedly If ye honor this relyke deuoutly All though ye thurſte no whyt the leſſe Yet ſhall ye drynke the more doutleſſe After whiche drynkynge ye ſhall be as mete To ſtande on your hede as on your fete ❧Potycary. ¶Ye mary now I can ye thanke In preſents of thys the reſte be blanke Wolde god this relyke had come rather Kyſſe that relyke well good father Suche is the payne that ye palmers take To kyſſe the pardon bowle for the drynke ſake O holy yeſte that loketh full ſowr and ſtale For goddes body helpe me to a cuppe of ale The more I be holde the, the more I thurſte The oftener I kyſſe the, more lyke to burſte But ſyns I kyſſe the ſo deuoutely Hyre me and helpe me with drynke tyll I dye What ſo muche prayenge and ſo lytell ſpede ☞ Pardoner. ¶Ye for god knoweth whan it is nede To ſende folkes drynke but by ſaynt Antony I wene he hath ſent you to muche all redy. ❧Potycary. ¶If I haue neuer the more for the Then be the relykes no ryches to me Nor to thy ſelfe excepte they be More benefycyall then I can ſe Rycher is one boxe of his tryacle Then all thy relykes that do no myrakell It thou haddeſt prayed but halfe ſo muche to me As I haue prayed to thy relykes and the Nothynge concernynge myne occupacion But ſtreyght ſhulde haue wrought in operacyon And as in value I pas you an a •• Here lyeth muche • ycheſſe in lytell ſpace I haue a boxe of r •• arb here Whiche is as deynty as it is dere So helpe me god and hollydam Of this I wolde nat geue a deam To the beſte frende I haue in Englandes grounde Though he wolde geue me .xx. pounde For though the ••• make do it abhor It pourget you 〈◊〉 from the color And maketh you • •• omake ſore to walter That ye ſhall 〈◊〉 come to the halter ❧Pedler. ¶Then is that ••• ycyn a ſouerayn thynge To preſerue a m ••• rom hangynge. ☞ Potycary. ¶If ye wyll • wprd • out thys crome that ye ſe If euer ye be ha •• ed neuer truſte me Here haue I dia •• mpholicus A ſpeciall oyntement as doctours diſcuſe For a fiſtela or a canker Thys oyntement is euen ſhot anker For this medecyn helpeth one and other Or bryngeth them in caſe that they nede no other Here is ſyrapus de Byzanſis A lytell thynge is Inough of this For euen the weyght of one ſcryppull Shall make you ſtronge as a cryppull Here be other as dioſfialios Diagalanga and ſticados Blanka manna dioſpoliticon Mercury ſublyme and metridaticon Pelitory and arſefetita Caſſy and colloquintita Theſe be the thynges that breke all ſtryfe Betwene mannes ſycknes and his lyfe From 〈◊〉 payne theſe ſhall you deleuer And ſet you euen at reſte for euer Here is a medecyn no mo lyke the ſame Whiche comenly is called thus by name Alikakabus or Alkakengy A goodly thynge for dogges that be mangy Suche be theſe medycynes that I can Helpe a dogge as well as a man Nat one thynge here partycularly But worketh vniuerſally For it doth me as muche good when I ſell it As all the byers that taſte it or ſmell it Now ſyns my medycyns be ſo ſpecyall And in operacion ſo generall And redy to worke when ſo euer they ſhall So that in ryches I am principall Yf any rewarde may entreat ye I beſech your maſhyp be good to me And ye ſhall haue a boxe of marmelade So fyne that ye may dyg it with a ſpade. ❧Pedler. ¶Syr I thanke you but your rewarde Is nat the thynge that I regarde I muſte and wyll be indifferent Wherfore procede in your intente. ❧Potycary. ¶Nowe yf I wyſt thys wyſh no ſynne I wolde to god I myght begynne. ☞ Pardoner. ¶I am content that thou lye fyrſte ❧Palmer. ⚜Euen ſo am I and ſay thy worſte Now let vs here of all thy lyes The greateſt lye thou mayſt deuyſe And in the fewyſt wordes thou can ❧Potycary.

¶Forſoth ye be an honeſt man.

 ❧Palmer. ⚜There ſayde ye muche but yet no lye. ☞ Pardoner. ❧Now lye ye bothe by our lady Thou lyeſt in boſt of hys honeſtie And he hath lyed in affyrmynge the ☞ Potycary. ¶Yf we both lye and ye ſay true Then of theſe lyes your parte adew And yf ye wyn make none auaunt For ye are ſure of one yll ſeruaunte Ye may perceyue by the wordes he gaue He taketh your maſhyp but for a knaue But who tolde true or lyed in dede That wyll I knowe or we procede Syr after that I fyrſte began To prayſe you for an honeſt man When ye affyrmed it for no lye Now by our fayth ſpeke euen truely Thought ye your affyrmacion true. ❧Palmer. ⚜Ye mary I for I wolde ye knewe I thynke my ſelfe an honeſt man. ☞ Potycary. ¶What thought ye in the contrary than. ❧Pardoner. ⚜In that I ſayde the contrary I thynke from trouth I dyd nat vary. ☞ Potycary. ¶And what of my wordes. ❧Pardoner. ¶I thought ye lyed. ☞ Potycary. ¶And ſo thought I by god that dyed Nowe haue you twayne eche for hym ſelfe layde That none hath lyed out but both reuelayd And of vs twayne none hath denyed But both affyrmed that I haue lyed Now ſyns both your trouth confes And that we both my lye ſo witnes That twayne of vs thre in one agree And that the lyer the wynner muſt be Who coulde prouyde ſuche euydens As I haue done in this pretens Me thynketh this mater ſufficient To cauſe you to gyue iudgement And to gyue me the maſtrye For ye perceyue theſe knaues can nat lye ❧Palmer. ¶Though nother of vs as yet had lyed Yet what we can do is vntryed For yet we haue deuyſed nothynge But anſwered you and geuen hyrynge ☞ Pedler. ¶Therfore I haue deuyſed one waye Wherby all thre your myndes may ſaye For eche of you one tale ſhall tell And whiche of you telleth moſt meruell And moſt vnlyke to be true Shall moſt preuayle what euer enſew. ❧Potycary. ¶If ye be ſet in mer • alynge Then ſhall ye here a meruaylouſe thynge And though in dede all be nat true Yet ſuer the moſt parte ſhall be new I dyd a cure no lenger a go But Anno domini millelimo On a woman yonge and ſo fayre That neuer haue I ſene a gayre God ſaue all women from that lyknes This want on had the fallen ſyknes Whiche by diſſent came lynyally For her mother had it naturally Wherfore this woman to recure It was more harde ye may be ſure But though I boſte my crafte is ſuche That in ſuche thynges I can do muche How ofte ſhe fell were muche to reporte But her hed ſo gydy and her helys ſo ſhorte That with the twynglynge of an eye Downe wolde ſhe falle euyn by and by But or ſhe wolde aryſe agayne I ſhewed muche practyſe muche to my payne For the talleſt man within this towne Shulde nat with eaſe haue broken her ſowne All though for lyfe I dyd nat doute her Yet dyd I take more payne about her Then I wolde take with my owne ſyſter Syr at the laſt I gaue her a glyſter I thruſt a thampyon in her tewell And bad her kepe it for a iewell But I knewe it ſo heuy to cary That I was ſure it wolde nat tary For where gonpouder is ones fyerd The tampyon wyll no lenger be hyerd Whiche was well ſene in tyme of thys chaunce For when I had charged this ordynaunce Sodeynly as it had thonderd Euen at a clap loſed her bumberd Now marke for here begynneth the reuell This tampion flew .x. longe myle leuell To a fayre caſtell of lyme and ſtone For ſtrength I knowe nat ſuche a one Whiche ſtode vpon an hyll full hye At fote wherof a ryuer ranne bye So depe tyll chaunce had it forbyden Well myght the regent there haue ryden But when this tampyon on thys caſtell lyght It put the caſtels ſo farre to flyght That downe they came eche vpon other No ſtone lefte ſtandynge by goddes mother But rolled downe ſo faſte the hyll In ſuche a nomber and ſo dyd fyll From botom to bryme from ſhore to ſhore Thys forſayd ryuer ſo depe before That who lyſte nowe to walke therto May wade it ouer and wet no ſhoo So was thys caſtell layd wyde open That euery man myght ſe the token But in a good houre maye theſe wordes be ſpoken After the tampyon on the walles was wroken And pece by pece in peces broken And ſhe delyuered with ſuche violens Of all her inconueniens I left her in good helth and luſte And ſo ſhe doth contynew I truſte. ❧Pedler. ¶Syr in your cure I can nothynge tell But to our purpoſe ye haue ſayd well. ☞ Pardoner. ¶Well ſyr then marke what I can ſay I haue ben a pardoner many a day And done greater cures goſtely Then euer he dyd bodely Namely thys one whiche ye ſhall here Of one departed within thys ſeuen yere A frende of myne and lykewyſe I To her agayne was as frendly Who fell ſo ſyke ſo ſodeynly That dede ſhe was euen by and by And neuer ſpake with preſte nor clerke Nor had no whyt of thys holy warke For I was thens it coulde nat be Yet harde I ſay ſhe aſked for me But when I bethought me howe thys chaunced And that I haue to heuen auaunced So many ſoules to me but ſtraungers And coude nat kepe my frende from daungers But ſhe to dy ſo daungerouſly For her ſoule helth eſpecyally That was the thynge that greued me ſoo That nothynge coulde releaſe my woo Tyll I had tryed euen out of hande In what eſtate her ſoule dyd ſtande For whiche tryall ſhorte tale to make I toke thys iourney for her ſake Geue eare for here begynneth the ſtory From hens I went to purgatory And toke with me thys gere in my fyſte Wherby I may do there what I lyſte I knocked and was let in quyckly But lorde how lowe the ſoules made curteſy And I to euery ſoule agayne Dyd gyue a beck them to retayne And axed them thys queſtion than Yf that the ſoule of ſuche a woman Dyd late amonge them there appere Wherto they ſayd ſhe came nat here Then ferd I muche it was nat well Alas thought I ſhe is in hell For with her lyfe I was ſo acqueynted That ſure I thought ſhe was nat ſaynted With thys it chaunced me to ſneſe Chriſte helpe quoth a ſoule that ley for his fees Thoſe wordes quoth I thou ſhalt nat lees Then with theſe pardons of all degrees I payed hys tole and ſet hym ſo quyght That ſtrayt to heuen he toke his flyght And I from thens to hell that nyght To help this woman yf I myght Nat as who ſayth by outhorite But by the waye of entreate And fyrſt the deuyll that kept the gate I came and ſpake after this rate All hayle ſyr deuyll and made lowe curteſy Welcome quoth he thys ſmillyngly He knew me well and I at laſte Remembred hym ſyns longe tyme paſte For as good happe wolde haue it chaunce Thys deuyll and I were of olde acqueyntaunce For oft in the play of corpus Criſti He hath played the deuyll at Couentry By his acqueyntaunce and my behauoure He ſhewed to me ryght frendly fauoure And to make my returne the ſhorter I ſayd to this deuyll good mayſter porter For all olde loue yf it lye in your power Helpe me to ſpeke with my lorde and your Be ſure quoth he no tongue can tell What tyme thou coudeſt haue come ſo well For thys daye lucyfer fell Whiche is our feſtyuall in hell Nothynge vnreaſonable craued thys day That ſhall in hell haue any nay But yet be ware thou come nat in Tyll tyme thou may thy paſporte wyn Wherfore ſtande ſtyll and I wyll wyd Yf I can get thy ſaue condyt He taryed nat but ſhortely gat it Vnder ſeale and the deuyls hande at it In ample wyſe as ye ſhall here Thus it began Lucyfere By the power of god chyefe deuyll of hell To all the deuyls that there do dwell And euery of them we ſende gretynge Vnder ſtreygyt charge and commaundynge That they aydynge and aſſyſtent be To ſuche a pardoner and maned me So that he may at lybertie Paſſe ſaue without hys ieopardy Tyll that he be from vs extyncte And clerely out of helles precincte And hys pardons to kepe ſauegarde We wyll they lye in the porters warde Geuyn in the fornes of our palys In our hye courte of maters of malys Suche a day and yere of our reyne God ſaue the deuyll quoth I for playue I truſte thys wrytynge to be ſure Then put thy truſte quoth he in euer Syns thou art ſure to take no harme Thys deuyll and I walket arme in arme So farre tyll he had brought me thyther Where all the deuyls of hell togyther Stode in a ray in ſuche apparell As for that day there metely fell Theyr hornes well gylt theyr clowes full clene Theyr taylles well kempt and as I wene With Sothery butter theyr bodyes anoynted I neuer ſawe deuyls ſo well appoynted The mayſter deuyll ſat in his iacket And all the ſoules were playnge at racket None other rackettes they hadde in hande Saue euery ſoule a good fyre brande Wherwith they played ſo pretely That Lucyfer laughed merely And all the reſedew of the frendes Dyd laugh full well togytther lyke frendes But of my frende I ſawe no whyt Nor durſt nat axe for her as yet Anone all this rout was brought in ſilens And I by an vſher brought in preſens Then to Lucyfer low as I coude I knelyd whiche he ſo well alowde That thus he beckte and by ſaynt Antony He ſmyled on me well fauoredly Bendynge hys browes as brode as barne durres Shakynge hys eares as • uged as burres Rolynge hys yes as rounde as two buſhels Flaſtynge the fyre out of his noſe thryls Gnaſhynge hys teeth ſo baynglorouſely That me thought tyme to fall to flatery Wherwith I tolde as I ſhall tell O pleſant pycture O prince of hell Feuered in faſhyon abominable And ſyns that is ineſtimable For me to prayſe the worthyly I leue of prays vnworthy To geue the prays beſechynge the To heare my ſewte and then to be So good to graunt the thynge I craue And to be ſhorte thys wolde I haue The ſoule of one whiche hyther is flytted Deliuered hens and to me remitted And in thys doynge though al be nat quyt Yet ſome parte I ſhall deſerue it As thus I am a pardoner And ouer ſoules as a controller Thorough out the erth my power doth ſtande Where many a ſoule lyeth on my hande That ſpede in maters as I vſe them As I receyue them or refuſe them Wherby what tyme thy pleaſure is I ſhall requyre any part of thys The leſte deuyll here that can come thyther Shall choſe a ſoule and brynge hym hyther Nowe quoth the deuyll we are well pleaſed What is hys name thou woldeſt haue eaſed Nay quoth I be it good or euyll My comynge is for a ſhe deuyll What calſte her quoth he thou horyſon Forſoth quoth I Margery coorſon Now by our honour ſayd Lucyfer No deuyll in hell ſhall witholde her And yf thou woldeſt haue twenty mo Were nat for iuſtyce they ſhulde goo For all we deuyls within thys den Haue more to do with two women Then with all the charge we haue beſyde Wherfore yf thou our frende wyll be tryed Aply thy pardons to women ſo That vnto vs there come no mo To do my b •• e I promyſed by othe Whiche I haue kepte for as the fayth goth At thys dayes to heuen I do procure Ten women to one man be ſure Then of Lucyfer my leue I toke And ſtreyght vnto the mayſter coke I was h • dde into the kechyn For Margaryes offyce was ther in All thynge handled there diſcretely For euery ſoule bereth offyce metely Whiche myght be ſene to ſe her ſyt So byſely turnynge of the ſpyt For many a ſpyt here hath ſhe turned And many a good ſpyt hath ſhe burned And many a ſpyt full hoth hath toſted Before the meat coulde be halfe roſted And or the meate were halfe roſted in dede I toke her then fro the ſpyt for ſpede But when ſhe ſawe thys brought to pas To tell the ioy wherin ſhe was And of all the deuyls for ioy how they Dyd rore at her delyuery And how the cheynes in hell dyd rynge And how all the ſoules therin dyd ſynge And how we were brought to the gate And how we toke our leue therat Be ſuer lacke of tyme ſufferyth nat To reherſe the .xx. parte of that Wherfore thys tale to conclude breuely Thys woman thanked me chyefly That ſhe was ryd of thys endles deth And ſo we departed on new market heth And yf that any man do mynde her Who lyſte to ſeke her there ſhall he fynde her ❧Pedler. ¶Syr ye haue ſought her wonders well And where ye founde her as ye tell To here the chaunce ye founde in hell I fynde ye were in great parell. ☞ Palmer. ⚜His tale is all muche parellous But parte is muche more meruaylous As where he ſayde the deuyls complayne That women put them to ſuche payne By theyr condicions ſo croked and crabbed Frowardly faſhonde ſo waywarde and wrabbed So farre in deuiſion and ſturrynge ſuche ſtryfe That all the deuyls be wery of theyr lyfe This in effect he tolde for t • ueth Wherby muche muruell to me enſueth That women in hell ſuche ſhrewes can be And here ſo gentyll as farre as I ſe Yet haue I ſene many a myle And many a woman in the whyle Nat one good cytye, towne, nor borough In criſtendom but I haue ben through And this I wolde ye ſhulde vnderſtande I haue ſene women .v. hundred thouſande And oft with them haue longe tyme maryed Yet in all places where I haue ben Of all the women that I haue ſene I neuer ſawe nor knewe in my conſyens Any one woman out of paciens. ❧Potycary. ¶By the maſſe there is a greatlye ☞ Pardoner. ⚜I neuer harde a greater by our lady ❧Pedler.

¶A greater nay knowe ye any ſo great.

 ☞ Palmer. Syr whether that I loſe or get For my parte iudgement ſhall be prayed. ☞ Pardoner. ❧And I deſyer as he hath ſayd ❧Potycary. ¶Procede and ye ſhall be obeyed. ❧Pedler. ¶Then ſhall nat iudgement be delayd Of all theſe thre yf eche mannes tale In Poules churche yarde were ſet on ſale In ſome mannes hande that hath the ſleyghte He ſhulde ſure ſell theſe tales by weyght For as they wey ſo be they worth But whiche weyth beſte to that now forth Syr all the tale that ye dyd tell I bere in mynde and yours as well And as ye ſawe the mater metely So lyed ye bothe well and diſcretely Yet were your lyes with the leſt truſte me For yf ye had ſayd ye had made fle Ten tampyons out of ten womens tayles Ten tymes ten myle to ten caſtels or iayles And fyll ten ryuers ten tymes ſo depe As ten of that whiche your • a •• en •• ones dy •• 〈◊〉 Or yf ye ten tymes had bodely Fet ten ſoules out of purgatory And ten tymes ſo many out of hell Yet by theſe ten bonnes I coulde ryght well Ten tymes ſonner all that haue beleued Then the tenth parte of that he hath meued. ❧Potycary. ¶Two knaues before .i. lacketh .ii. knaues of fyue Then one and then one and bothe knaues a lyue Then two and then two and thre at a caſt Thou knaue and thou knaue and thou knaue at laſte Nay knaue yf ye t • yme by nomber I wyll as knauyſhly you accomber Your mynde is all on your pryuy tythe For all in ten me thynketh your wit lythe Now ten tymes I beſeche hym that hye ſyttes Thy wyfes .x. cōmaūdementes may ſerch thy .v. wittes Then ten of my tordes in ten of thy teth And ten of thy noſe whiche euery man ſeth And twenty tymes ten this wyſhe I wolde That thou haddeſt ben hanged at ten yere olde For thou goeſt about to make me a ſlaue I wyll thou knowe yf I am a gentylman knaue And here is an other ſhall take my parte. ☞ Pardoner. ⚜Nay fyrſte I be ſhrew your knaues herte Or I take parte in your knauery I wyll ſpeke fayre by one lady Syr I beſeche your maſhyp to be As good as ye can be to me. ❧Pedler. ¶I wolde be glade to do you good And hym alſo be he neuer ſo wood But dout you nat I wyll now do The thynge my conſciens ledeth me to Both your tales I take farre impoſſyble Yet take I his father incredyble Nat only the thynge it ſelfe alloweth i • But alſo the boldenes therof auoweth i • I knowe nat where your tale to trye Nor yours but in hell or purgatorye But hys boldnes hath faced a lye That may be tryed euyn in thys companye As yf ye lyſte to take thys order Amonge the women in thys border Take thre of the yongeſt and thre of the oldeſt Thre of the hoteſt and thre of the coldeſt Thre of the wyſeſt and thre of the ſhrewdeſt Thre of the loweſt and thre of the hyeſt Thre of the fartheſt and thre of the nyeſt Thre of the fayreſt and thre of the maddeſt Thre of the fowleſt and thre of the ſaddeſt And when all theſe threes be had a ſonder Of eche thre two iuſtly be nomber Shall be founde ſhrewes excepte thys fall That ye hap to fynde them ſhrewes all Hym ſelfe for trouth all this doth knowe And oft hath tryed ſome of thys rowe And yet he ſwereth by his conſciens He neuer ſaw woman breke paciens Wherfore conſydered with true entente Hys lye to be ſo euident And to appere ſo euydently That both you affyrmed it a ly And that my conſciens ſo depely So depe hath ſought thys thynge to try And tryed it with mynde indyfferent Thus I awarde by way of iudgement Of all the lyes ye all haue ſpent Hys lye to be moſt excellent. ❧Palmer. Syr though ye were bounde of equyte To do as ye haue done to me Yet do I thanke you of your payne And wyll requyte ſome parte agayne. ☞Pardoner. ¶Mary ſyr ye can no les do But thanke hym as muche as it cometh to And ſo wyll I do for my parte Now a vengeaunce on thy knaues harte I neuer knewe pedler a iudge before Nor neuer wyll truſte pedlynge knaue more What doeſt thou there thou horſon nody. ☞ Potycary. ¶By the maſſe lerne to make curteſy Curteſy before and curteſy behynde hym And thenon eche ſyde the deuyll blynde hym Nay when I haue it perfytly Ye ſhall haue the deuyll and all of curteſy But it is nat ſone lerned brother One knaue to make curteſy to another Yet when I am angry that is the worſte I ſhall call my mayſter knaue at the fyrſte. ❧Palmer. ¶Then wolde ſome mayſter perhappes clowtye But as for me ye nede nat doute ye For I had leuer be without ye Then haue ſuche beſyneſſe aboute ye. ☞ Pardoner. ¶So helpe me god ſo were ye better What ſhulde a begger be a ietter It were no whyt your honeſtie To haue vs twayne iet after ye. ❧Potycary. ❧Syr be ye ſure he telleth you true Yf we ſhulde wayte thys wolde enſew • t wolde be ſayd truſte me at a worde Two knaues made curteſy to the thyrde ☞ Pedler. ¶Now by my trouth to ſpeke my mynde Syns they be ſo loth to be aſſyned To let them loſe I thynke it beſt • And ſo ſhall ye lyue beſte in reſt ❧Palmer. ¶Syr I am nat on them ſo fonde To compell them to kepe theyr bonde And • yns ye lyſte nat to wayte on me I clerely of waytynge dyſcharge ye. ☞ Pardoner. ¶Mary ſyr I hertely thanke you. ❧Potycary. ⚜And I lyke wyſe I make god auowe ☞ Pedler. ¶Now be ye all euyn as ye begoon No man hath loſte nor no man hath woon Yet in the debate wherwith ye began By waye of aduyſe I wyll ſpeke as I can I do perceyue that pylgrymage Is chyefe the thynge ye haue in vſage Wherto in effecte for loue of Chryſt Ye haue or ſhulde haue bene entyſt And who ſo doth with ſuche entent Doth well declare hys tyme well ſpent And ſo do ye in your pretence If ye procure thus indulgence Vnto your neyghbours charytably For loue of them in god onely All thys may be ryght well applyed To ſhewell you both well occupyed For though ye walke nat bothe one waye Yet walkynge thus thys dare I ſaye That bothe your walkes come to one ende And ſo for all that do pretende By ayde of goddes grace to enſewe Any maner kynde of vertue As ſome great almyſe for to gyue Some in wyllfull pouetie to lyue Some to make hye wayes and ſuche other warkes And ſome to mayntayne preſtes and clarkes To ſynge and praye for ſoule departed Theſe with all other vertues well marked All though they be of ſondry kyndes Yet be they nat vſed with ſondry myndes But as god only doth all thoſe moue So euery man onely for his loue With loue and dred obediently Worketh in theſe vertues vnyformely Thus euery vertue yf we lyſte to ſcan Is pleaſaunt to god and thankfull to man And who that by grace of the holy goſte To any one vertue is moued moſte That man by that grace 〈◊〉 one apply And therin ſerue god moſt plentyfully Yet nat that one ſo farre wyde to wreſte So lykynge the ſame to myſſyke the reſte For who ſo wreſteth hys worke is in vayne And euen in that caſe I perceyue you twayne Lykynge your vertue in ſuche wyſe That eche others vertue you do dyſpyſe Who walketh thys way for god wolde fynde hym The farther they leke hym the farther behynde hym One kynde of vertue to dyſpyſe another Is lyke as the ſyſter myght hange the brother. ❧Potycary. ¶For fere leſt ſuche parels to me myght fall I thanke god I vſe no vertue at all ☞ Pedler. ⚜That is of all the very worſte waye For more harde it is as I haue harde ſaye • o begynne de • iue where none is pretendyd Then where it is begonne the abuſe to be mended How be it ye be nat all to begynne One ſyne of vertue ye are entred in As thys I ſuppoſe ye dyd ſaye true In that ye ſayd ye vſe no vertue In the whiche wordes I dare well reporte Ye are well be loued of all thys ſorte By your raylynge here openly At pardons and relyques ſo leudly. ❧Potycary. ¶In that I thynke my faute nat great For all that he hath I auowe conterfete. ☞ Pedler. ⚜For his and all other that ye knowe fayned Ye be nother counceled nor conſtrayned To any ſuche thynge in any ſuche caſe To gyue any reuerence in any ſuche place But where ye dout the truthe nat knowynge Beleuynge the be •• good may be growynge In iudgynge the beſte no harme at the leſte In iudgynge the worſte no good at the beſte But beſte in theſe thynges it ſemeth to me To make no iudgement vpon ye But as the churche doth iudge or take them So do ye receyue or forſake them And ſo be ſure ye can nat erre But may be a frutfull folower. ❧Potycary. ¶Go ye before and as I am true man I wyll folow as faſte as I can. ☞ Pardoner. ⚜And ſo wyll I for he hath ſayd ſo well 〈◊〉 wolde we ſhulde folowe hys counſell. ❧Palmer. ¶Then to our reaſon god gyue vs his grace That we may folowe with fayth ſo fermely His commaundementes, that we maye purchace Hys loue, and ſo conſequently To byleue hys churche faſte and faythfully So that we may accordynge to his promyſe Be kepte out of errour in any wyſe And all that hath ſcape • vs here by neglygence We clerely reuoke and forſake it To paſſe the tyme in thys without offence Was the cauſe why the maker dyd make it And ſo we humbly beſeche you take it Beſechynge our lorde to proſper you all In the fayth of hys churche vniuerſall Finis.

¶Imprynted at London in Fleteſtrete at the ſygne of the George by Wyllyam Myddylton ⸫

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