A Commemoration or Dirige of Bastarde Edmonde Boner, alias Sauage, usurped Bisshoppe of London Compiled by Lemeke Avale |
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The sixte lesson.
Quis michi hoc tribuat.
One
alas in dreadfull dreame,
poore Boner did beholde:
In wofull weede attired foule,
sometyme was braue in golde;
With fierie stroke sore beaten was,
that sometyme had smitten other:
He was as sore turmented there,
as Cain that slewe his brother.
His salte teares can doune apace,
with bloudie hande he strake his breast:
A worme about his harte be wrapte,
that reaued hym of his reste.
About this gooste flocked a rablement,
of Friers fatte and foule:
Then cried out a little spirite,
like a shrikyng Oule.
Ve, ve, and out alas,
thy vengeaunce doe now begin:
These flames and floudes, & dungeons deepe,
are wages all for synne.
Come drinke thy fill in Lethæ flod
and then to Styx retourne:
Forget thy self, denaye thy God,
lo, this is a place to burne.
The wicked ones, whiche ordeined were,
as chaffe caste from the corne:
So in this bloudie Cocytus,
thou shalt be rent and torne.
Quis michi tribuat quod Boner tho
shall I in this place dwell:
Let me be clensed in Purgatorie,
awaie you fiendes of hell.
Donec, donec, my trentals are doen
in the Churche of Rome:
Tary here said the Mōkes blacke
vntill the daie of dome.
With that he swelde with lothly looke,
criyng, now haue I nede:
Where are become my Romishe frendes,
where is good Henry Crede?
Miseremini mei, miseremini mei,
if merites maie me saue:
Suche measure as you haue measured other men,
suche measure shall you haue.
Quis potest facere mundum,
a bastarde wert thou borne:
De immundo conseptum semine,
now art thou rente and torne.
Burnt and dround and neuer dede
we haue none other place:
Spes impiorum peribit,
we are exclude all from grace.
Non remittitur ei in hoc seculo,
neque in alio.
You are condempned by the Iudge,
to dwell still in our gallio.
Et sicut dies marcennarij,
thy daies are made an ende:
An enemie to the Lorde thy God,
but to the Pope a frende.
Then cast thei hym in Melas flood
moste darcke and blacke in sight
Iu dreadfull slepe a man did se,
this vision in the night.
Responde.
poore Boner did beholde:
In wofull weede attired foule,
sometyme was braue in golde;
that sometyme had smitten other:
He was as sore turmented there,
as Cain that slewe his brother.
His salte teares can doune apace,
with bloudie hande he strake his breast:
A worme about his harte be wrapte,
that reaued hym of his reste.
About this gooste flocked a rablement,
of Friers fatte and foule:
Then cried out a little spirite,
like a shrikyng Oule.
Ve, ve, and out alas,
thy vengeaunce doe now begin:
These flames and floudes, & dungeons deepe,
are wages all for synne.
Come drinke thy fill in Lethæ flod
and then to Styx retourne:
Forget thy self, denaye thy God,
lo, this is a place to burne.
The wicked ones, whiche ordeined were,
as chaffe caste from the corne:
So in this bloudie Cocytus,
thou shalt be rent and torne.
Quis michi tribuat quod Boner tho
shall I in this place dwell:
Let me be clensed in Purgatorie,
awaie you fiendes of hell.
in the Churche of Rome:
Tary here said the Mōkes blacke
vntill the daie of dome.
With that he swelde with lothly looke,
criyng, now haue I nede:
Where are become my Romishe frendes,
where is good Henry Crede?
Miseremini mei, miseremini mei,
if merites maie me saue:
Suche measure as you haue measured other men,
suche measure shall you haue.
Quis potest facere mundum,
a bastarde wert thou borne:
De immundo conseptum semine,
now art thou rente and torne.
Burnt and dround and neuer dede
we haue none other place:
Spes impiorum peribit,
we are exclude all from grace.
Non remittitur ei in hoc seculo,
neque in alio.
You are condempned by the Iudge,
to dwell still in our gallio.
Et sicut dies marcennarij,
thy daies are made an ende:
An enemie to the Lorde thy God,
but to the Pope a frende.
moste darcke and blacke in sight
Iu dreadfull slepe a man did se,
this vision in the night.
Ne recorderis peccata,
But open heauen gata
Sainct Peter with your kaies,
Shewe my lorde the right waies
He dwelt ones at Poules,
And had cure of our soules:
I wisse he was not a baste,
But holie, meke, and chaste:
It is a greate pitie,
That he is gone from our citie:
A man of greate honor,
Oh holy sainct Boner,
You blessed Friers,
That neuer wer liers:
And you holy Nunnes
That neuer had sōnes
Set this child of grace,
In some Angelles place.
But open heauen gata
Sainct Peter with your kaies,
Shewe my lorde the right waies
He dwelt ones at Poules,
And had cure of our soules:
I wisse he was not a baste,
But holie, meke, and chaste:
It is a greate pitie,
That he is gone from our citie:
A man of greate honor,
Oh holy sainct Boner,
You blessed Friers,
That neuer wer liers:
And you holy Nunnes
That neuer had sōnes
Set this child of grace,
In some Angelles place.
Dum veneris iudicare,
Helpe, helpe S. Marie
Noli eum condemnare,
He burned many in
the daies of Quene Marie.
Sicut Leo querens prædam,
animas deuorauit.
If this was not a blessed deede,
Aske L.R.S.P. and H. Crede.
Helpe, helpe S. Marie
Noli eum condemnare,
the daies of Quene Marie.
Sicut Leo querens prædam,
animas deuorauit.
If this was not a blessed deede,
Aske L.R.S.P. and H. Crede.
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