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A Ballet Declaringe the fal of the whore of babylone in tytuled Tye thy mare tom boye wt other and there vnto anexid a prologe to the reders
Alas alas that great syty babylon which was clothed in Rayes purpel
and skarlet and decked with gold precyous stones and perells
for at one howre is her iudgement come and her grete ryches brought to naught
A pocalyps .xviii
Ty
the mare, tom boy
Ty the mare tom?
Lesse she straye
from the awaye
Ty the mare tom.
Ty the mare tom?
Lesse she straye
from the awaye
Ty the mare tom.
Now good tom bestirre the
This mare loke thou wake her
And do nothing fere the
But boldely go take her.
For some wil outwere the
Do not now forsake her
A rope for her beare the
That comme thou mayst take her.
And ty her good tom boy
This mare loke thou wake her
And do nothing fere the
But boldely go take her.
For some wil outwere the
Do not now forsake her
A rope for her beare the
That comme thou mayst take her.
And ty her good tom boy
Thou must therfore fetche her
That she maye prouyde her
Some els where to mache her
Perchaunce she wyll hyde her
But se thou well watche her
We can not abyde her
a haulter vpstratche her
Therfore ty her tom boye
That she maye prouyde her
Some els where to mache her
Perchaunce she wyll hyde her
But se thou well watche her
We can not abyde her
a haulter vpstratche her
Therfore ty her tom boye
This tom boy to name hym
I will nowe proclayme hym
Although some disdayne hym
And also disfame hym
But what though they blame hym
and seke for to payne hym
Tom troth must we frame him
a fole some men fayne hym
ty the mare tom boye
I will nowe proclayme hym
Although some disdayne hym
And also disfame hym
But what though they blame hym
and seke for to payne hym
Tom troth must we frame him
a fole some men fayne hym
ty the mare tom boye
This mare now open
I must nedes declare her
Her name to vnloken
To set her and stare her
She doth sure betoken
a whore now beware her
for Iohan hath this spoken
Which doth nothyng, spare her
Therfore ty her tom boy
I must nedes declare her
Her name to vnloken
To set her and stare her
She doth sure betoken
a whore now beware her
for Iohan hath this spoken
Which doth nothyng, spare her
Therfore ty her tom boy
In his reuelacions
ther maye all men spye her
that haue speculacions
and lyste for to trye her
Her yll frequentacions
wyll make men defye her
for with exclamacions
Iohn doth so disctye her
Therfor ty her good tom boy
ther maye all men spye her
that haue speculacions
and lyste for to trye her
Her yll frequentacions
for with exclamacions
Iohn doth so disctye her
Therfor ty her good tom boy
Full sore dothe he treate her
Let she now defende her
Or els somwher get her
That she may amende her
For we wyll so frette her
she shall all to rende her
To harken now let her
And to vs attende her
Ty the mare tom boy
Let she now defende her
Or els somwher get her
That she may amende her
For we wyll so frette her
she shall all to rende her
To harken now let her
And to vs attende her
Ty the mare tom boy
O vnshamfaste harlot
so proudly arayed
In purple and scarlet
thou art now dismayed
Of euery varlot
thou madeste vs afrayde
Gods worde out true marlot
Hath the nowe bewrayed
Ty the mare tom boy
so proudly arayed
In purple and scarlet
thou art now dismayed
Of euery varlot
thou madeste vs afrayde
Gods worde out true marlot
Hath the nowe bewrayed
Ty the mare tom boy
In castels and towers
thou were euer walled
great kinges to thy wors
thou hast euer called
thy feldes wt theyr flours
And parkes that were paled
With all thy strong dowers
From the are nowe fauled
ty the mare tom boy
great kinges to thy wors
thou hast euer called
thy feldes wt theyr flours
And parkes that were paled
With all thy strong dowers
From the are nowe fauled
ty the mare tom boy
Thy cofers were fylled
With riches and treasure
thy chambers were delled
With sylkes of great valyor
thy red dere were kylled
and slayne out of measure
thus poore men were pylled
to mainteyne thy pleasure
ty the mare tom boy
With riches and treasure
thy chambers were delled
With sylkes of great valyor
thy red dere were kylled
and slayne out of measure
thus poore men were pylled
to mainteyne thy pleasure
ty the mare tom boy
The fall of the market
Thy marchauntes bewayleth
Their wares no man lacke it
Theyr fyne flower fayleth
In sackes maye they seke it
From ingland it sayleth
Here longer to darke yt.
Yt no thing avialeth.
Ty the mare tom boye.
Thy marchauntes bewayleth
Their wares no man lacke it
Theyr fyne flower fayleth
In sackes maye they seke it
From ingland it sayleth
Yt no thing avialeth.
Ty the mare tom boye.
The shippe men that spied,
the shall of the cytie.
A farr of they cried.
Lamentynge with pitye.
And saye now ys fyred.
grett babyll so fittye.
alas then the cryed.
consumed now ys she
Ty the mare tom boy.
the shall of the cytie.
A farr of they cried.
Lamentynge with pitye.
And saye now ys fyred.
grett babyll so fittye.
alas then the cryed.
consumed now ys she
Ty the mare tom boy.
When preist es saw the crased.
Ther crownes then they skratched
And were so adased,
their sete downe they dashed
And as thei stil gased,
for fere ther tethe gnashed.
the lorde is nowe raysed.
that hath them thus lashed
ty the mare tom boy,
Ther crownes then they skratched
And were so adased,
their sete downe they dashed
And as thei stil gased,
for fere ther tethe gnashed.
the lorde is nowe raysed.
that hath them thus lashed
ty the mare tom boy,
For he sent them preachers
and they were disdayneh
to dethe the true techers
Were alwaye constrained.
and this lyke horsse lechērs
the lorde was blasphemed
but marke now ye mechers
how well ye haue gayned
ty the mare tom boy.
and they were disdayneh
Were alwaye constrained.
and this lyke horsse lechērs
the lorde was blasphemed
but marke now ye mechers
how well ye haue gayned
ty the mare tom boy.
His laws when he sent you.
Bothe Ioyes Ioly,
Lyke mad men ye rent you
Blasphemynge his body
ye shulde now repent you
And therfore be sory.
neds must ye content you
Yt ys but a folye
Ty the mare tom boy.
Bothe Ioyes Ioly,
Lyke mad men ye rent you
Blasphemynge his body
ye shulde now repent you
And therfore be sory.
neds must ye content you
Yt ys but a folye
Ty the mare tom boy.
Bothe pistells and gospells,
ye alway obskured
to mayntayne fatt mossels
ye haue vs alured
as satons apostels
this ar we assured
your meulls trymd with tossels,
May not now be vsed
Ty the mare tom boye
ye alway obskured
to mayntayne fatt mossels
ye haue vs alured
as satons apostels
this ar we assured
your meulls trymd with tossels,
Ty the mare tom boye
Lyke humayne vyces
ye were styll grene dowers
of popyshe pastymes
ye were great alowers
for your deuylyshe crymes.
ye muste be now plowers
or in these rymes
with ores to be rouers
ty the mare tom boy.
ye were styll grene dowers
of popyshe pastymes
ye were great alowers
for your deuylyshe crymes.
ye muste be now plowers
or in these rymes
with ores to be rouers
ty the mare tom boy.
ye haue vs detected
With your false commycyon
So subtell infected
were ye wythe ambycyon
As men not elected
In chrystes tuycyon,
But Iustlye regected:
As sons of perdycyon
ty the mare tom boy
With your false commycyon
So subtell infected
were ye wythe ambycyon
As men not elected
In chrystes tuycyon,
But Iustlye regected:
As sons of perdycyon
ty the mare tom boy
ye serued with knyues
At other mens tables
and had by theyr vices
yonge chylderen in credels
your great sinfull lyues
For all your fyne sables
I feare with rych diues
In hell be your stables
ty thy mare tom boy
At other mens tables
and had by theyr vices
your great sinfull lyues
For all your fyne sables
I feare with rych diues
In hell be your stables
ty thy mare tom boy
With dysshes full denty
So costly ye fared
the pottes went so plentye
No hote wynes ye spared
tyll go could ye scanty
your eyes so then stared
yet poore men full empty
to speke not ones dared
Ty the mare tom boy
So costly ye fared
the pottes went so plentye
No hote wynes ye spared
tyll go could ye scanty
your eyes so then stared
yet poore men full empty
to speke not ones dared
Ty the mare tom boy
By other mens fyers
your childeren were warmed
With cruell desyres
the christen ye armed
Lyke roarars and criers
In churches ye charmed
lyke sellers and byers
the whole earth ye fermed
Ty the mare tom boy
your childeren were warmed
With cruell desyres
the christen ye armed
Lyke roarars and criers
In churches ye charmed
lyke sellers and byers
the whole earth ye fermed
Your deuelysh dissentions
and loude exclamations
with youre false inuencions
wolde aske long narrations
your subtyll suspentions
And wronge accusations
with spitfull pretencions
they nede no probacyons
ty thy mare tom boye
and loude exclamations
with youre false inuencions
wolde aske long narrations
your subtyll suspentions
And wronge accusations
with spitfull pretencions
they nede no probacyons
ty thy mare tom boye
ther was neuer treason
But ye did inuente it
in eares thys to reason
ye do yet frequente it
With some ly or leson
abroade ye forth sent it
But come ys the season
that ye must repente it
ty the mare tom boy
But ye did inuente it
in eares thys to reason
ye do yet frequente it
With some ly or leson
abroade ye forth sent it
But come ys the season
that ye must repente it
ty the mare tom boy
Lyke Ioly masse singers
ye haue vs deluded
your lytell bell ringers
at them we much mused
for all your cleane fyngers,
ye must be a cused,
In that ye were bringers
Of such wares abused,
Ty the mare tom boy
ye haue vs deluded
your lytell bell ringers
at them we much mused
ye must be a cused,
In that ye were bringers
Of such wares abused,
Ty the mare tom boy
with lawes so prophane,
that were full vnruly
your ashes and palme.
mainteined so dulie,
your darke laten salme,
this will I assurerye
Comme wynde or comm calme
It must awaie trulie
ty thy mare tom boy
that were full vnruly
your ashes and palme.
mainteined so dulie,
your darke laten salme,
this will I assurerye
Comme wynde or comm calme
It must awaie trulie
ty thy mare tom boy
with bocke bell and candell
ye gaue vs your curses
and wolde vs so handell
that walke shoulde our purses
some tyme for to strangell,
with ropes ye wolde trusse vs
no longer nowe dandell,
for we ar past nursses
ty the mare tom boy
ye gaue vs your curses
and wolde vs so handell
that walke shoulde our purses
some tyme for to strangell,
with ropes ye wolde trusse vs
no longer nowe dandell,
for we ar past nursses
ty the mare tom boy
Yt were greate dispensers
and there with reseuers
as shepes with sencers,
Good basens and euers
In vessmentes at venters
ye sange many prayers
for them that were lenters
and to your suche leuers,
Ty the mare tom boy,
and there with reseuers
as shepes with sencers,
Good basens and euers
In vessmentes at venters
ye sange many prayers
for them that were lenters
and to your suche leuers,
Ty the mare tom boy,
your veluettes and satten
By suche trickes ye winned
Betwene masse and mattens
salte water ye sprenged
a sparges in latten
forth with them ye singed,
to call Iacke and wat in
the belles out ye ringed
ty the mare tom boye
By suche trickes ye winned
Betwene masse and mattens
salte water ye sprenged
a sparges in latten
forth with them ye singed,
to call Iacke and wat in
the belles out ye ringed
ty the mare tom boye
your fyne wax en tapers
Be sides your longe torches,
with there fumminge vapers,
Caryed before corses
awaye with clappers,
And puddels in porches,
With al such like maters
Ty ar of no forces
Ty the mare tom boy
Be sides your longe torches,
with there fumminge vapers,
Caryed before corses
awaye with clappers,
With al such like maters
Ty ar of no forces
Ty the mare tom boy
Your bedes and your bedroles
It was but abusion
Your trendels and trentals
Went al to confusion
Your oyells and your yemnolls,
It was playne delusion
So was your mementoes
To tel the conclusyon
Ty the mare tom boy
It was but abusion
Your trendels and trentals
Went al to confusion
Your oyells and your yemnolls,
It was playne delusion
So was your mementoes
To tel the conclusyon
Ty the mare tom boy
Your deryge so netye,
For sowles hens dicaesed
your portas so prety
Wherin ye styll preched
Withe feates that were fety
ye haue vs defeted
From gods worde so mety,
For vs to be teached
Ty the mare tom boy
For sowles hens dicaesed
your portas so prety
Wherin ye styll preched
Withe feates that were fety
ye haue vs defeted
From gods worde so mety,
For vs to be teached
Ty the mare tom boy
Gon is your nasty
And laten procession
And so must your casty
That false deare confession
Which was alway apty
To rayse insurrertion
Perswading with suertie
To geue vs remissyon
Ty the mare tom boy
And so must your casty
That false deare confession
Which was alway apty
To rayse insurrertion
Perswading with suertie
To geue vs remissyon
Ty the mare tom boy
At mydnyght to mattens
ye came from dormyra
With lyghtes in your lantarnes
To se your latina,
Away must your antems
Of Gaude maria
In latin your seuen psalmes
With salue regina
Ty the mare tom boy
ye came from dormyra
With lyghtes in your lantarnes
To se your latina,
Away must your antems
Of Gaude maria
In latin your seuen psalmes
With salue regina
Ty the mare tom boy
ye prestes with your presentes
ye must be now lerned
your lyes and your legendes
Ar lyke to be burned
your picktures with presents
May not be adourned
For all remes & regentes
will shortely be turned,
Ty thy mare tom boy
ye must be now lerned
your lyes and your legendes
Ar lyke to be burned
your picktures with presents
May not be adourned
will shortely be turned,
Ty thy mare tom boy
your god ye longe kepe it
yt wexeth now rustye,
And exepte ye strike yt
ye wil be all dustye
In no wise now slype yt
But shew your selfe lusty
for if the mowse myte yt
He will eate yt: trust me
Ty thy mare tom boye
yt wexeth now rustye,
And exepte ye strike yt
ye wil be all dustye
In no wise now slype yt
But shew your selfe lusty
for if the mowse myte yt
He will eate yt: trust me
Ty thy mare tom boye
your cursinge and blessinge,
your brethinge and blowynge
your lycking and kissīge
your mockinge and mowynge
your tossinge and tissinge,
Stroud myscheue in soinge,
therfore your false missing,
Is now a downe throstyng,
Ty thy mare tom boye
your brethinge and blowynge
your lycking and kissīge
your mockinge and mowynge
your tossinge and tissinge,
Stroud myscheue in soinge,
therfore your false missing,
Is now a downe throstyng,
Ty thy mare tom boye
A nende of my balet,
Anone I wyll make you
With pollax nor sallet
In no wyse now crake you
for thens by the pallet
all good men will take you
Locke vp bagge and wallet
and ingland forsake you
Now harken good tom boy
With pollax nor sallet
In no wyse now crake you
for thens by the pallet
all good men will take you
Locke vp bagge and wallet
and ingland forsake you
Now harken good tom boy
this mare with her baggage
away loke thou haue her
and make here no tariage
Lesse ypocrites scraue her
Strong cartes for her cariage
She shall haue to saue her
Let sees make her mariage
for landes wyll depraue her
away wyth her tom boy
away loke thou haue her
and make here no tariage
Lesse ypocrites scraue her
Strong cartes for her cariage
She shall haue to saue her
Let sees make her mariage
for landes wyll depraue her
away wyth her tom boy
And cleane to despache her
that none may gene say her
Wyth some good poorte mach her
as no doubt ye maye her
whych wyll so strayght watche her
that if men wolde staye her
At see they shulde fetche her,
Ye may so convaye her.
and ther leaue her tom boy
that none may gene say her
Wyth some good poorte mach her
as no doubt ye maye her
whych wyll so strayght watche her
that if men wolde staye her
Ye may so convaye her.
and ther leaue her tom boy
For as she dothe sealle hee
betwene france and douer:
and ther doth bewaylle her.
that she is a rouer,
the carte wheles may fayll her
before she come ouer,
then can she not bayell her,
But be a sea drouer.
therfore leaue her tom boy
betwene france and douer:
and ther doth bewaylle her.
that she is a rouer,
the carte wheles may fayll her
before she come ouer,
then can she not bayell her,
But be a sea drouer.
therfore leaue her tom boy
and in england staye the
where none shal ones crake the
nor neuer more fray the
Ne yt ones for sake the,
But newly to ray the,
And euer obaye the,
this promyse we make the,
therfore tari tom boye.
where none shal ones crake the
nor neuer more fray the
Ne yt ones for sake the,
But newly to ray the,
And euer obaye the,
this promyse we make the,
therfore tari tom boye.
my song some wil mocke it
I am not ashamed
the kye to vnlocke yt
I haue not yet framed
the truth yet nocke it
I was myche inflamed
now forthe haue I shot yt
let me not be blamed
I am not ashamed
I haue not yet framed
the truth yet nocke it
I was myche inflamed
now forthe haue I shot yt
let me not be blamed
for now myche I care not
althoughe I do end yt
to telle all I dare not
and then to come sende yt,
But stampe not nor stare not
for it canne not mende yt
althoughe I do end yt
to telle all I dare not
and then to come sende yt,
But stampe not nor stare not
for it canne not mende yt
quod william kythe
Finis
An exortacion to the papists
O A
papysts repent you
& for mercy cry you
the last day preuent you
for yt ys full nye you
with gods worde content you
the pops laws defye you
No lenger absente you
But vnto Christe hye you
& for mercy cry you
the last day preuent you
for yt ys full nye you
with gods worde content you
the pops laws defye you
But vnto Christe hye you
For
he is a sauiour
that wyll neuer fayle you
yf ye will not wauer
But mekely bewayle you
of your misbeauiour
and forthe with apele you
to his grace and fauour
He wyll surely heale you
that wyll neuer fayle you
yf ye will not wauer
But mekely bewayle you
of your misbeauiour
and forthe with apele you
to his grace and fauour
He wyll surely heale you
for so hathe he tolde you
By Mathewe his hys writer,
And also to bolde you
by luke his inditer
the stories beholde you
Of Paule Iohan and Peter
Men doth it vnfolde you
Both in prose and myter
By Mathewe his hys writer,
And also to bolde you
by luke his inditer
the stories beholde you
Of Paule Iohan and Peter
Men doth it vnfolde you
Both in prose and myter
for all this his kyndnes
Which he doth yet bere you
As men that were mindles
ye rent you and teare you
Therfore of payne endles
ye had nede to feare you
for it is not blyndnes
At last day shall were you
Which he doth yet bere you
As men that were mindles
Therfore of payne endles
ye had nede to feare you
for it is not blyndnes
At last day shall were you
The prophetes this telleth
Who so lyst to rede them
Whych saythe all that swelleth
Oor blyndely proceade them
He that aboue dwelleth
Shal surely outwyde them
Let they that rebelleth
beware and take hide them
Who so lyst to rede them
Whych saythe all that swelleth
Oor blyndely proceade them
He that aboue dwelleth
Shal surely outwyde them
Let they that rebelleth
beware and take hide them
For though god forgeued
Many that offended
and also relyued
Shuch as were sore spended
Yet some he sore greued
and also condempned
as Iudas which fided
with Christe that asscended
Many that offended
and also relyued
Shuch as were sore spended
Yet some he sore greued
and also condempned
as Iudas which fided
with Christe that asscended
Therfore now amende you
And shortly confesse you,
To god who may sende you,
His spret to possesse you
And also defende you,
That none shal oppresse you
We wil reprehende you
Until ye addrssesse you
And shortly confesse you,
To god who may sende you,
His spret to possesse you
And also defende you,
That none shal oppresse you
We wil reprehende you
Until ye addrssesse you
Now mekely downe syt you,
and this I exorte you
The gospel to get you
and therin to sp[illeg.] you,
yf that do ones fyt you,
we wolde reporte you,
And this I commyt you
to christe who conforte you
and this I exorte you
The gospel to get you
and therin to sp[illeg.] you,
yf that do ones fyt you,
we wolde reporte you,
And this I commyt you
to christe who conforte you
quod. Wyllyam Kith
FINIS
[Wylt thou now hide thy face O Lord]
Wylt thou now hide thy face O Lord,
in the time of our tribulation:
While the enemies of thy word,
do set vp their abhominacion?
in the time of our tribulation:
While the enemies of thy word,
do set vp their abhominacion?
Thy promise Lord we do beleue
That thou wilt helpe vs in due tyme:
Although that tirauntes do vs greue,
by death or life, yet we are thyne.
That thou wilt helpe vs in due tyme:
Although that tirauntes do vs greue,
by death or life, yet we are thyne.
For this we know assuredly,
the Lords right hād can sone chaūge al
Wherefore we pray most hartely,
for his poore Church in generall.
the Lords right hād can sone chaūge al
Wherefore we pray most hartely,
for his poore Church in generall.
Help now O lord for thy names sake
for all mens thoughtes are vaine truly
Thus of my lyfe my leaue I take,
trusting for euer to dwell with thee.
for all mens thoughtes are vaine truly
Thus of my lyfe my leaue I take,
trusting for euer to dwell with thee.
quod Raffe Allerton.
Finis.
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