EBBA 36266
Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides
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A balade agaynst malycyous Sclaunderers.
Heve and how rumbelow thou arte to blame
Trolle into the right way agayne for shame.
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TRolle into the way / trolle in and retrolle
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Small charyte and lesse wytte is in thy nolle
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Thus for to rayle upon a christen soule
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Wherfore men thynke the worthy blame
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Trolle into the way agayne for shame.
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Thou makest a trollyng hyther and thyther
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Somtyme thou trollest thou canst not tell whyther
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But if all thy trollynges were gathered togyther
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Thy trollynge might trym the and tourne the to blame
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Wherfore trolle thou nowe into the way for shame
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Although lord Crumwell a traytour was
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yet dare I saye that the kynge of his grace
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Hath forgyven him that gret trespas
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To rayle than on dead men / thou arte to blame
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Trolle now into the way agayne for shame.
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In that that he the law hath offended
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By the lawe he is justly condempned
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This mortall lyfe / full godly he ended
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Wherfore to rayle thus / thou art to blame
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Trolle into the way agayne for shame.
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For all his offences in every thyng
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He asked god mercy and grace of the kynge
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And of all the wyde world / for his transgressyng
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Thou nor no man can say nay to the same
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Trolle into the way than agayne for shame
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Thou takest his treason for thy subtyll defence
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Which nowe is departed and gone from hence
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But men spye the pricke of all thy pretence
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Thy owne sayenges folowyng declare the same
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Trolle into the way / for fere or for shame
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Thou sayest he was with the church to quycke
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Favouryng none but of the new trycke
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But nowe thou spurnest agaynst the prycke
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And thou of force / must confesse the same
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Trolle into the way agayne for shame
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For bysshops have now as they have had
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If preestes wold complayne / they were to mad
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Wherfore thou apperest to be a popysshe lad
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For usyng thy popery / thou arte to blame
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Trolle into the way agayne for shame.
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For here thou upholdest both monkes and fryers
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Nunnes and noughty packes / and lewed lowsy lyers
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The bysshop of Rome / with all his rotten squyers
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To buylde such a church / thou arte moche to blame
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Trolle nowe into the way agayne for shame.
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May not men thynke now in the meane ceason
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That thou hast deserved by ryght and by reason
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As moch as he hath done for clokynge thy treason
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For he was a traytour / and thou arte the same
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Trolle away papyst / god gyve the shame.
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The sacrament of the aulter / that is most hyest
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Crumwell beleved it to be the very body of Chriest
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Wherfore in thy writyng / on him thou lyest
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For the kynge & his counsell wyll wytnesse the same
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Trolle into the waye / than agayne for shame
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Although that he of byrth were but bace
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yet was he set up of the kynges noble grace
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Wherby it appereth that thou woldest deface
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The kynges royall power / dispysyng the samr
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Trolle away traytour / god gyve the shame.
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Is it thy facyon thus craftely to saye?
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Let us for the kynge / and his lordes praye
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And than at the last / to trolle them awaye
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With heve and how rumbelow / thy wordes be the same
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Both written and printed / to thy great shame?
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Hast thou no man els / thou dronken soll
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But the kynge and his nobles / away for to troll
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It were ynough for to cost the thy poll
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Both thyne and all other / that wold do the same
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Trolle away traytoure / god gyve the shame.
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A prety wyse printer belyke he was
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Which of his printyng / so lytell doth pas
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To print such pylde poetry / as this same was
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Lyke maker / lyke printer / two trolles of the game
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A payre of good papystes / ye be payne of shame
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God send all traytours their hole desartes
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God send small joye / to all popysshe hartes
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And evyll hap to as many as do take their partes
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God send their purpose never to frame
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But trolle them away with sorow and shame.
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I pray god thou be not fownde one of those
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That pervarteth the people / as I suppose
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From redyng of gods worde / that goodly rose
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Where the counsell commaundeth to occupy the same
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Thou traytor allurest them this fayre floure to defame.
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God preserve and kepe the kynges noble grace
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With prince Edwarde his sonne / to succede in his place
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God kepe them amonge us / longe tyme and space
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Let all his true subjectes / say Amen to the same
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And they that wold otherwyse / god send them shame.
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Finis.
Prentyd at London in Lombard strete nere
unto the Stockes market at the sygne
of the Mermayde by John
Gough.
Cum previlegio Ad imprimendum solum
o domine in virtute tua letabitur Rex, etc.
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