Wherfore, to the felde, to the felde, on with plate and male, Beest, byrde, foule, eche body terrestryal! Seke we this murtherer him to assayle; Vnafrayde ioyne in ayde, ye bodyes celestyal; Herry saynt, with iyes faynte to the also I cal, For thy brothers sake, help Deth to take, that al may on him wonder; For and he reyne, by drift sodeyne he wil ech kynd encumbre. _Dethe._ [Sidenote: C. prosopopeya. M. xi.] Fouconer, thou arte to blame, And oughte take shame To make suche pretense; For I Deth hourly May stande truly At ful lawful defence: Deth hath no myghte, Do wronge no righte, Fauoure frende ne fo, But as an instrumente At commaundemente Whether to byde or go. I am the instromente Of one omnipotente, That knowest thou fyrme and playne; Wherfore fro Dethe Thy wo and wreth I wolde thou shulde reteyne, And agayne God For thy bromecod Batayle to darayne. [Sidenote: M. xii. C. Introductio.] Than, if it be ryghte, most of myght, thy godhed I acuse, For thy myght contrary to right thou doste gretly abuse; Katyffes vnkind thou leuest behind, paynis, Turkes, and Iewis, And our maister gret thou gaue wormes to ete; wheron gretly I muse: Is this wel done? answer me sone; make, Lorde, thyn excuse. [Sidenote: M. xiii. C. onomotopeya.] Dyd thou disdayne that he shuld rayne? was that els the cause? In his rayne he was moste fayne to mynester thy lawes; Than certayn, and thou be playn and stedfaste in thy sawes, Euery knyght that doth right, ferynge drede ne awes, Of thy face bryghte shall haue syghte, After this worldly wawes: Than, gode Lorde, scripture doth record, verefieng that cause, That our bromcod with the, gode God, in heuen shal rest and pause. [Sidenote: M. xiiii. C. probacio.] For first of nought thou him wroght of thy special grace, And wers than noght him also boght in Caluery in that place; Thou by thoght oft he were broght with Satanas to trace, Yet, Lorde, to haue pyte thou oght on the pycture of thy face. [Sidenote: M. xv.] We neyther he dampned to be, willyngly thou wilt noght; Yet dampned shal he and we be, if thy mercy helpe nought: Discrecion hast thou gyuen, yde [Lorde?]; what wold we more ought? After deth to lyue with the, if we offende nought. [Sidenote: M. xvi.] There is a cause yet of oure care, thou creatoure alofte, That thy gospel doth declare, whiche I forgete noughte; Howe vnwarly our welfare fro vs shal be broughte By Deth that none wyl spare, Lorde, that knowe we noughte: In syn drowned if we dare, and so sodenly be coughte, Than of blysse ar we bare; that fylleth me ful of thoughte. [Sidenote: C. degressio. M. xvii.]