A Select Collection of Old English Plays, Volume 03 — John Shaqi
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. What, for a child to meddle with the Bible?
NEW CUS. Yea, sure, more better than so to be idle.
PERV. DOC. Is study then idleness? that is a new term.
NEW CUS. They say better to be idle than to do harm.
PERV. DOC. What harm doth knowledge? I pray thee, tell me.
NEW CUS. Knowledge puffeth up, in Saint Paul you may see.
PERV. DOC. Yea, but what knowledge meaneth he? tell me that.
NEW CUS. Even such knowledge as ye profess flat;
For the truth and the gospel you have in contempt,
And follow such toys as yourselves do invent:
Forsaking God's laws and the apostle's institution
In all your proceedings and matters of religion.
PERV. DOC. By what speakest thou that, let me hear thy judgment?
NEW CUS. Not by any guess, but by that which is evident.
As for the scriptures, you have abolished clean;
New fashions you have constitute in religion; again,
Abuse of the sacraments than hath been to-fore,
Have you brought, and in number have you made them more
Than Christ ever made: wherefore show your auctority,
Or else have you done to the church great injury.
Th' apostles never taught your transubstantiation
Of bread into flesh, or any such fashion;
Howbeit they were conversant every day and hour,
And received that sacrament of Christ our Saviour.
You feign also that Peter was bishop of Rome,
And that he first instituted the seat of your Popedom:
But, perverse nation, how dare you for shame
Your fancies on Christ and th' apostles to frame?
PERV. DOC. Marry, avaunt, Jack-sauce and prattling knave,
I will conjure thy coat, if thou leave not to rave.
With all my heart and a vengeance, come up and be nought:
I see we shall have an heretic of thee, as I thought.
These things were approved, ere thou wast born, dost thou not see?
And shall be, when thou art hanged, I warrant thee.
NEW CUS. Ere I was born! nay, sure that is not true,
For in comparison of me they be but new.
PERV. DOC. Of thee! ha, ha, ha! what, of thee! thou art mad.
NEW CUS. Surely in my sort I am both sober and sad.[13]
PERV. DOC. Why, how old art thou? tell me, I pray thee heartily.
NEW CUS. Elder than you, I perceive.
PERV. DOC. What, older than I!
The young knave, by the mass, not fully thirty,
Would be elder than I, that am above sixty!
NEW CUS. A thousand and a half, that surely is my age:
Ask and inquire of all men of knowledge.
PERV. DOC. A thousand years? God's precious soul, I am out of my wits;
He is possessed of some devil or of some evil sp'rits.
Why, thou art a young knave of that sort, I say,
That brought into this realm but the other day
This new learning and these heresies, and such other things mo,
With strange guises invented not long ago.[14]
And I pray thee tell me, is not thy name New Custom?
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