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Iyl of braintfords Testament

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Heere foloweth the preface and Testament of mistres Iyllyen of Braintford
 
 

Heere foloweth the preface and Testament of mistres Iyllyen of Braintford

This mery widow mastres Iyllian
On a day dysposed ioyfully
By any way that I presuppose can
Ordeyned a little banket of deinty
At the which to bere her company
For certaine of her neighbours she sent
and for her Curat to be there present
Praying him for to bring paper and ynke
To write somwhat after her entent
She made him cheere of her meat and drink

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That doon she said, this is mine intent
That you as now shall write my testament
For I doo feel that age dooth me oppresse
Good is to haue all thing in redinesse
My neighbours here shall be with you record
how I am penitent at this making
And whole of minde now thanks to our Lord
how be it I haue oft a shrewd shaking
Ye shalbe pleased for your pain taking
yea maistres quod he I am your curate
I am bound to serue you erly and late
Wel than quod she, In dei nomine Amen
My soule I bequeth to our Lord almight
He hath it made, it is his owne then
he hath it bought, it is his be right
In heauen to be in the eternall light
and to the earth I bequethe my body
It is his owne I can it not deny
My sinnes all I commit to the Deuil
let him take them with him to hell
For he was the causer of all mine euill
My goodes to the world yf I doo wel
For they be his I can it not expell
heere I found them, heere they must remain
Saue fame & name/I leaue nothing certain
Now vnto my freends, reason is I should
haue a singuler aspect by nature
I giue vnto them all that they holde

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Asmuch as I doo to any creature
if they get ought then are they sure
After my death yf they do for me
I bequethe to them of my charitie
But now good sir I pray you for to take
This cup of ale and drink ones for Gods sake
For I am disposed to ordain a dole
to all manner people thorow a hole
For I would not haue to ouer much prease
Lest that with throng my almes should cease
Now ye haue drunk ones good ghostly father
I trust for to make an end the rather
And write as I doo bid you hardly
I bequethe a fart to him that is angry
with his freend, and wots not why
To him that selleth all his herytage
And all his life liueth in seruage
I bequethe a fart, for him in his age
He that sets by no man, nor none by him
And to promotion fain would clim
I bequethe a fart, for to make him trim.
He that wil not lerne, and can doo nothing
And with lewd folk, is euer conuersing
I bequethe a fart, toward his liuing
He that boroweth, without aduantage

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And euermore renueth in arrerage.
I bequeath a fart for to lye to gage
He that giueth, and keepeth nought at all
And by kindenes to pouertie dooth fall
Shall haue a fart to help him with all
He that is euer wayward at hart
And with euery man is ouerthwart
For to please him I bequethe a fart
He that hath drink in his hand and is dry
Bidding him drink first that standeth him by
I bequethe a fart his thirst to satisfy
He that hath a faire wench in bed all night
And kisseth her not onse or it be day light
Shall haue a fart to clense his eye sight
He that lendeth a horse with all things meet
and on his own voyage goeth on his feet
Shall haue a fart to keep him fro weet
He that suffereth all maner of offence
and loseth his goods through neglygence
Shall haue a fart for a recompence
He that taketh a wife and hath nothing
and boroweth althing to them belonging
I wil a fart toward their offering
He that prepareth not for his housholde

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Against winter, and him self is olde
Shall haue a fart, to keep him from colde
He that goeth to a feast, to sup or to dine
and hath no knife wt him, neither course nor fie
Shall haue a fart, for to drink wt his wine
He ye boroweth so much, til none wil lend him
and swereth so much/til none wil beleeue him
Shall haue a fart/for to releeue him
He that mourneth for that, he cannot haue
and vnpossible to get, that he dooth craue
Shall haue a fart/as a foolish knaue
He that dooth nothing, but shaue and poll
and taketh no thought/to saue his soll
Shall haue a fart, his passing bel to toll.
A Prentice, or seruant that wil not obay
and wil not lerne, but oft run away
a fart for his freedome, I doo puruay.
He that suffereth his wife to do her lust
and seeth that to folly she is ful trust
Shall haue a fart, though I should burst.
A widdowe that once, hath been in the brake
and careth not whome that she dooth take
Shall haue a fart, though mine ars ake
A maid that marrieth, not caring whome

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And dooth repent whan she commeth home
Shall haue a fart to by her a come
He that dooth drink euermore
and wil not shift to pay therfore
Shall haue a fart for to set on his score
He that goeth to a fray at the beginning
and to a good meale at the latter ending
Shall haue a fart for his good attending
He that goeth oft where he is not welcome
And to his freends house goeth but seldome
Shall haue a fart for his good wisdome
Maistres Iyll
Now holde your hand make a stay there
How many farts haue I bequest heere
For by my trothe I am almoste wery

The Curat.
For sooth maistres/heere is foure and twenty

Maistres Iyll
Nay set in one mo to make a hole quarteron

Curat
Tel me what, and it shall be doon anon

Maistres Iyll
Mary he that dooth his wepon lend
And hath nothing him self to defend
Shall haue a fart, and there an end
These I doo bequethe in especiall
But as for all the other in generall
that are without number shall not be swarued
But delt to all such as haue them deserued

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But tary I pray you all if ye please
For I feel me sudenly euil at ease
It is a stich, rumbling in my side
which dooth greeue me at many a tide
I must rest me til the pang be gone
For other medisin knowe I none
It commeth in manner of a winde
That causeth my bely for to grinde
I feare it wil turn to a strangury
to an vndom, or to a timpany
With qualmes & stitches it dooth me torment
that all my body is torne and rent
I haue a little box ful of diaculum
I dare not for nigardship take sum
I wisse I am vnwise so for to spare it
For I should take therof a sore the fit

The Curat.
With that she groned as panged with pain
griping her bely with her hands twain
And lift vp her buttok somwhat a wry
and like a handgun, she let a fart fly

Maistres Iyll.
Ah sira, mary a way the mare
the deuil giue thee sorow and care
For thou hadst me almoste slain
I pray God thou come neuer again

The Curat.
With that sum laughed/and sum did frown
and for shame held their heads down

Mistres Iyll
Be mery neighbours, much good doo it you
I thank God, I am wel eased now

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Lo there is my greef gon and past
I wist wel that it would not long last
I pray you all for to be mery
I giue it among this company
For to make you some cheer with all
For I tel you mine executors shall
Neuer haue all, by God I swere
I wil deale while I am here
Now and than, where as I list
By Christe I tell you, I haue a chest
Ful that shall be open while I liue
Secretly and openly for to giue
I shall haue inough/I wil not them spare
As wel for other, as mine owne welfare,
Whan I am dead they that come after me
Shall dele the rest, at their necessitie
Therfore as now, this is sufficient
As concerning this said Testament
To subscribe your names it shall not skil
For I make it but a copy of a wil
As touching the choyce of mine executours
Of my funeralles/and surueiours
And other trifles ye shall not take the paines
Another time whan it comes in my braines
It shall be ordered after such a sort
That some shall not take it as a sporte
But neighbours I pray you be not angry
Because that I am to bolde and homly
To keep you heere at my foolish reason
Some wil think my wittes be geson
But yet I tell you that all this season
We haue neither said heresy nor treason

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And if they take it neuer so at harts
I wis it is but a bequest of farts
Willed to them that with out aduisement
Doo that thing where they repent
Therfore I wil you no longer trouble
what maid, come hither I shrew your neck
Bring vs vp shortly a quart of Seck
a cuple of Bunnes and set vs some cheese
Lo freends, ye shall not all your labour leese
I haue as now no better theer to make you
Be mery and welcome, to God I betake you

Finis.