An excellent new Commedie, Intituled : The Conflict of Conscience Contayninge, A most lamentable example, of the dolefull desperation of a miserable worldlinge, termed, by the name of Philologvs, who forsooke the trueth of Gods Gospel, for feare of the losse of lyfe, & wordly goods |
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 | An excellent new Commedie, Intituled : The Conflict of Conscience |  |
Sceane 4.
PHILO.GISBERT. PAPHI.
Come on my Children deare to mee, and let vs talk awhile,
Of worldly goodes, which I haue got and of my pleasant state,
Which fortune hath installed mee, who on mee cheerely smyle.
So that into the top of wheele, she doth mee eleuate:
I haue escaped all mishaps, of which my Conscience did prate,
And where before I ruled was, as is the common sorte,
Now as a Iudge within this Land, I beare a Rulers port.
Gisbertus.
Indeede, good father, we haue cause, to praise your grauitie,
Who did both saue your selfe from woe, and vs from begging state,
Where if you had perseuered still, as we did feare greatly:
Your goods from vs, your Children should, to Legate bene confiscate
Our glorious pompes, then, should we haue bene glad for to abate.
But now, not onely that you had for vs, but also haue
Such offices, whereby more gaines, you yeare by yeare shall saue:
Philologus.
I was at point, once, very neare, to haue bene quite forlorne,
Had not Suggestion of the flesh, from folly mee reclaymed,
And set this Glasse of worldly ioyes, my sight and eyes beforne:
The sight wherof did cause all thinges, of mee to be disdained,
I thought I had felycitie, when it I had obtained:
And to say trueth, I doo not care, what to my soule betide,
So long as this prosperitie, and wealth by mee abide.
Had not Suggestion of the flesh, from folly mee reclaymed,
And set this Glasse of worldly ioyes, my sight and eyes beforne:
The sight wherof did cause all thinges, of mee to be disdained,
I thought I had felycitie, when it I had obtained:
And to say trueth, I doo not care, what to my soule betide,
So long as this prosperitie, and wealth by mee abide.
But let vs homewarde goe againe, some pastime there to make,
My whole delight in sport and games, of pleasure I repose:
My whole delight in sport and games, of pleasure I repose:
Horror.
Nay stay thy iournay heere awhile, I doo thee prisoner take,
I shall abate thy pleasures soone, yea, to soone. thou wilt suppose,
Philologus.
What is thy name? whence commest thou? wherfore to me disclose?
Horror.
My name is calde Confusion and horror of the mynde,
And to correct impenitents, of God I am assignde.
And to correct impenitents, of God I am assignde.
And for because thou dost dispise, Gods mercy and his grace,
And wouldst no admonytion take, by them that did thee warne,
Neither when Conscience counsailed thee, thou wouldst his wordes imbrace
who would haue had thee vnto god, obedience tru to learne:
Nor couldst betweene Suggestions craft, & Conscience truth discerne
Beholde therfore, thou shalt of mee an other lesson heare,
Which wil thou, nil thou, wt torment of Conscience, thou shalt beare
And wouldst no admonytion take, by them that did thee warne,
Neither when Conscience counsailed thee, thou wouldst his wordes imbrace
who would haue had thee vnto god, obedience tru to learne:
Nor couldst betweene Suggestions craft, & Conscience truth discerne
Beholde therfore, thou shalt of mee an other lesson heare,
Which wil thou, nil thou, wt torment of Conscience, thou shalt beare
And where thou hast extinguished, the holy Spirit of God,
And made him wery with thy sinnes, which dayly thou hast done,
He will no lenger in thy soule, and spirit make abode:
But with the Graces, which he gaue to thee, now is he gone,
So that to Godwarde, by Christes death, reioysing thou hast none,
The peace of Conscience faded is, in stead whereof, I bring
The Spirit of Sathan, blasphemy, confusion and cursing.
And made him wery with thy sinnes, which dayly thou hast done,
He will no lenger in thy soule, and spirit make abode:
But with the Graces, which he gaue to thee, now is he gone,
So that to Godwarde, by Christes death, reioysing thou hast none,
The peace of Conscience faded is, in stead whereof, I bring
The Spirit of Sathan, blasphemy, confusion and cursing.
The Glasse likewise of vanyties, which is thine onely ioy
I will transforme into the Glasse of deadly desperation,
By looking in the which, thou shalt conceiue a great annoy:
Thus haue I caught thee in thy pride, and brought thee to damnatiō:
So that thou art a patterne true, of Gods iust indignation:
Whereby eche man may warned be, the like sinnes to eschew,
Least the same torments they incurre, which in thee they shall view.
By looking in the which, thou shalt conceiue a great annoy:
Thus haue I caught thee in thy pride, and brought thee to damnatiō:
So that thou art a patterne true, of Gods iust indignation:
Whereby eche man may warned be, the like sinnes to eschew,
Least the same torments they incurre, which in thee they shall view.
Philologus.
O painfull paine of deepe disdaine, oh griping greefe of hell,
Oh horror huge, oh soule supprest, and slaine with desperation,
Oh heape of sinnes, the sum wherof, no man can number well:
Oh death, oh furious flames of hell, my iust recompensation,
Oh wretched wight, oh creature curst, oh childe of condempnation.
Oh angrie God, and mercilesse, most fearefull to beholde,
Oh Christ thou art no Lambe to mee, but Lion fearce and boulde.
Gisbertus.
Alas deare Father, what doth moue and cause you to lament?
Philologus.
My sinnes (alas) which in this Glasse, appeare innumerable,
For which I shall no pardon get, for God is fully bent:
In furie for to punish me, with paines intollerable:
Neither to call to him for grace, or pardon am I able,
My sinne is vnto death, I feele Christes death doth me no good,
Neither for my behoofe, did Christ shed his most precious bloud.
Paphinitius.
Alas deare Father (alas I say) what sodaine chaunge is this?
Philologus.
I am condemned into hell, these torments to sustaine.
Gisbartus.
Oh say not so my Father deare, Gods mercy mighty is,
Philologus.
The sentence of the righteous Iudge, cannot be cald againe,
Who hath already iudged mee to euerlasting payne:
Oh that my bodie buried were, that it at rest might bee,
Though soule were put in Iudas place, or Caines extremitie.
Gisbertus.
Oh Brother hast you to the Towne, and tel Theologus,
What sodaine plague and punishment, my Father hath befell,
I run in hast, and will request him for to come with vs.
Gisbertus.
Oh Father, rest your selfe in God, and all thing shalbe well,
Philologus.
Ah dredfull name, which when I heere, to sigh it mee compell:
God is against mee I perceiue, he is none of my God,
Unlesse in this, that he will beat, and plague mee with his rod.
God is against mee I perceiue, he is none of my God,
Unlesse in this, that he will beat, and plague mee with his rod.
And though his mercy doth surpasse, the sinnes of all the worlde,
Yet shall it not once profit me, or pardon mine offence,
I am refused vtterly, I quite from God am whorld:
My name within the Booke of lyfe, had neuer residence,
Christ prayed not, Christ suffered not, my sinnes to recompence:
But only for the Lordes elect, of which sort I am none,
I feele his iustice towardes mee, his mercy all is gone:
Yet shall it not once profit me, or pardon mine offence,
I am refused vtterly, I quite from God am whorld:
My name within the Booke of lyfe, had neuer residence,
Christ prayed not, Christ suffered not, my sinnes to recompence:
But only for the Lordes elect, of which sort I am none,
I feele his iustice towardes mee, his mercy all is gone:
And to be short, within short space, my finall end shall bee,
Then shall my soule incurre the paines, of vtter desolation,
And I shall be a president, most horrible to see:
To Gods elect, that they may see, the price of abiuration.
Then shall my soule incurre the paines, of vtter desolation,
And I shall be a president, most horrible to see:
To Gods elect, that they may see, the price of abiuration.
Gisbertus.
To heere my Fathers dolefull plaints, it bringeth preturbation,
Unto my soule, but yonder comes, that good Theologus:
Oh welcome sir, and welcome you good master Eusebius.
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