Peace, the good porter, readie still at hand, It doth vnpin, and praies him God to saue, And after saluing, kindly, doth demand What was his will, or who he there would haue? The frier low lowting, crossing with his hand, “T’speak with Contrition (quoth he) I would craue.” “Father (quoth peace) your comming is in vaine, For him of late hypocrisie hath slaine.” 105. “God shield:” (quoth he) and turning vp the eyes, “To former health I hope him to restore, For in my skill his sound recouerie lies, Doubt not thereof if setting God before:” “Are you a surgeon?” Peace againe replies: “Yea (quoth the frier) and sent to heale his sore:” “Come neere (quoth Peace) and God your comming speed, Neuer of help contrition hath more need.” 106. And for more haste he haleth in the frier, And his lord conscience quickly of him told, Who entertain’d him with right friendly cheere: “O sir (quoth he) intreate you that I could To lend your hand vnto my cosin deare[2092] Contrition, whom a sore disease doth hold, That wounded by hypocrisie of late, Now lieth in most desperate estate.” 107. “Sir (quoth the frier) I hope him soone to cure, Which to your comfort quickly you shall see, Will he a while my dressing but endure?” And to Contrition therewith commeth hee, And by faire speech himselfe of him assure, But first of all going thorough for his fee: Which done, quoth he: “If outwardly you show Sound, ’tnot auailes if inwardly or no.” 108. But secretly assoiling of his sin, No other med’cine will vnto him lay, Saying, that heauen his siluer him should win, And to giue friers was better then to pray, So he were shrieu’d what need he care a pin? Thus with his patient he so long did play, Vntill Contrition had forgot to weepe: This the wise plowman shew’d me from his sleepe. 109. He saw their faults, that loosly liued then, Others againe our weaknesses shall see: For this is sure, he bideth not with men That shall know all to be what they should bee: Yet let the faithfull and industrious pen Haue the due merit: but returne to mee, Whose fall this while blind fortune did deuise, To be as strange as strangely I did rise. 110. Those secret foes yet subt’ly to deceiue, That me maligning lifted at my state, The king to marry forward still I heaue, (His former wife being repudiate) To _Anne_, the sister of the duke of _Cleaue_, The German princes to confederate, To backe me still ’gainst those against me lay, Which as their owne retain’d me here in pay. 111.