A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
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A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03
English drama
PERV. DOC. Ah, sirrah, by my troth, there is a very good vein!
Ignorance hath well lined his cap for the rain!
I could have tarried longer there with a good will,
But, as the proverb saith, it is good to keep still
One head for the reckoning, both sober and wise;
Wherefore in this thing I have followed that guise.
Ignorance is but a dolt, it is I that must drudge,
For need (they say) maketh the old wife and man both to trudge.[32]
Such snares we shall lay for these heretics, I trust,
That New Custom and his fellows shall soon lie in the dust.
If Cruelty may prevail, he will never slack,
Till he have brought a thousand of them to a stake.
Avarice hath promised to do what in him lay,
Who hath been in great credit with the world alway.
But if Ignorance may get place, there shall we do well,
Then adieu all idle heretics and vain talk of the gospel!
For me Perverse Doctrine, this shall be my fetch,[33]
To keep constant the minds of all I can catch;
Lest these glosers sometime they chance to hear preaching,
And thereby be converted, and credit their teaching.
For I trust shortly to bring it to pass,
That less knowledge of the Gospel shall serve, by the mass.
L. OF GOSPEL. Let us inclose him, that he may not fly,
Else will he be gone, when he doth us espy.
O imp of Antichrist, and seed of the devil!
Born to all wickedness, and nusled[34] in all evil.
PERV. DOC. Nay, thou stinking heretic, art thou there indeed?
According to thy naughtiness thou must look for to speed.
NEW CUS. God's holy word in no wise can be heresy,
Though so you term it never so falsely.
PERV. DOC. Ye precious whoreson, art thou there too?
I think you have pretended some harm me to do.
Help, help, I say, let me be gone at once,
Else I will smite thee in the face with my fist, by God's bones.
NEW CUS. You must be contented a little season to stay:
Light of the Gospel for your profit hath something to say.
PERV. DOC. I will hear none of your preachings, I promise
you plain;
For whatever you speak, it is but in vain.
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