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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A02063) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 28047) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 1861:9) The ret[ur]ne of M. Smythes enuoy ... Gray, William. 1 sheet ([2] p.). Imprynted at London by Rycharde bankes, Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum. And to be sell [sic] in Lombard stret nere unto the stockes by Rycharde Kele, [London] : [1540] In verse. Imprint from colophon. Publication date from STC (2nd ed.). Reproduction of original in the Society of Antiquaries. eng Smyth, Thomas, -- servaunt to the Quenes most excellent Majestie. Ballads, English. Broadsides -- London (England) -- 16th century. eebo The ret[ur]ne of M. Smythes enuoy ... Gray, William 1540 2 1375 1 0 0 0 0 0 7.27 B The rate of 7.27 defects per 10,000 words puts this text in the B category of texts with fewer than 10 defects per 10,000 words. 2004-05 Assigned for keying and markup 2004-07 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2004-10 Sampled and proofread 2004-10 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2005-01 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
The ret̄ne of . M. smythes enuoy seruaunt to the Kynges Royall Maiestye and Clerke of the Quenes graces counsell ( though most vnworthy ) Trolle here , trolle there , trolle out , trolle in Ye trolle away & trolle aboute lyke a blynde sym. EUen with the same commendacion that to you dothe pertayne I sende you here myne answer , which is no great treatyse Desyrynge you to marke , and to vnderstande playne That I haue receyued your enuyous and proude enterpryse The mater wherof , I trust , all honest men dothe despyse But bragge and face what you can , I care not a whyt I take tyme as tyme is , though hereafter commeth not yet . You ruffle and you rayle for malyce and despyte And as a loftye lurden , you shewe your selfe full playne For asmoche as you are greued with the good that I dyd wryte Which I wyll neuer denye , but earnestlye mayntayne Hauynge causes ynowe , on your malyce to complayne For your manasynges and threatnynges , wherin I am sure ye do but gesse For layenge popery to your charge , your herte grauntynge there no lesse . Though with the poynt of my penne I dyd you so spurre and pryck That therby you were greued , and greatlye styrred to yre Yet I councell you to syt sure , and that you nother wynche nor kyck For and yf you do , I wyll surely laye you in the myer Take no more vpon you then is mete , lest your selfe ye do tyer Or some other myschefe chaunce you , take this prouerbe for a token That a sycke man is sone beaten , and a skalde hed sone broken . I was nothynge greued that yourselfe so openly ye dyd declare Nether with the descrybynge of your name , nor of your seruyce the pyth Nor yet wyll any honest man so iudge , and therfore I nothynge care Though mad malyce moued you , to be despyted therwith Ragynge because I compared a coblet with the smyth Your folyshe dysplesure wherwith , is easye ynough to be founde Namyuge me as ye arre , an vpryght vagabonde . Of the openynge of your name and seruyce I knew not your entent But yet for your doynges , I thought ye worthy blame Not countynge you gyltlesse , and therfore I dyd you shent Consydrynge I regarded your dede , more then I dyd your name And therfore vnto your offyre , I wysshed no maner of shame But entendynge my purpose I wryte as in my mynde it laye Howbeyt , you beynge naught your selfe , turne it another waye . Sometyme a thefe shameth not to shewe bothe his name and face Where the true man hydeth hym selfe , and standeth in great doute Least that this theuyshe malyce shuld present it selfe in place To the destruccyon of him that his thefery wolde trye oute So in lykewyse you , do seke all corners rounde aboute But it will not helpe you , though awhyle there be delaye Tyme maye brynge you forthe , as well as it doth poure graye For romblynge in the scryptures in dede I dyd you reproue Wysshynge with all my herte that your doynges ye wold amende Descrybynge your faute playnly , as honestye dyd me behoue You myght gentely haue spoken with m●●● ye coulde me reprehende But I am sure ye mynded it not , but dyd it least intende For all your bragges and krackes , on your ale benche when you syt Let tyme be as tyme is , though herafter commeth not yet . To a taylour in dede I aduysed you that ye dyd resorte For the shapynge out of scrypture / your text the better to frame A secte I am sure more catholyck / then are your popysshe sorte Beynge the members of chryst / and him selfe the hed of the same Neyther heretyckes nor papistes / but men of honest fame That alwayes are obedyent and vse not / for to rebelle Though you and soche other / wolde helpe therto with your councell . I nother bluster nor blowe / any false mater to proue Though you do desyer of euery honest man the fall Nother layed I popery to your charge / but thought ye dyd it loue For yf by you / popery I coulde proue / then a traytour I wolde you call And wolde it not concele / but bryng you to your tryall Our doynges wyll apere / though ye defer them for a space And I wyll be forth commynge / before your betters to shewe my face . The rest of your raylynges I wyll as now omytte Vpon soche braynles braggery my tyme I wyll not spende They do nothyng elles but manyfest the lewde vse of your wyt And the myschefe of your herte whiche to other ye do pretende You haue no nother buckler your selfe for to defende Who rebuketh your secte / or wolde reforme your popery Amonge you strayte / he is a mayntayner of heresy . Thus / though ye wolde be hydden / yet men may easely knowe What trayterous hertes ye beare / to god and oure good kynge His grace hath geuen in functyons / whiche cleane to ouerthrowe What councelles do ye holde / to euydent is the thynge We shulde beware of your treason / for surely I feare ye wolde brynge Your romyshe tuffeler to be our heed / by some maner of shyft To the whiche your papisticall flocke / not longe agoo gaue a lyft . There sawe we playnly / a myscheuous and detestabell sorte Of false fayned hertes / that agaynst our good kynge dyd aryse Sekynge his destruccyon / and all theyrs that him dyd supporte Beynge armed with customes / and soche fayned lyes But god ( who of his grace ) euer prouydeth for his Gaue soche knowlege therof / that they had not theyr entent Some fledde / som taken / some were hanged on the galowes and brent . Whiche thynge I do desyre / all true subiectes to regarde And to god and our good kynge / to beare a due obedyence And to all false fayned hertes I wyshe the same rewarde Euen lyke as the others had / worthely for their offence And nowe Master . T. . S. marke well this sentence Consyder that as you be / so haue you vsed your wyt And I take tyme / as tyme is / though herafter come not yet . Parauenture Syr. T. S. you wyll yet bragge and bost As ye do here in that ye wyll dryue me out of the way But be not to busye I aduyse you / lest you come to your cost Though in myne owne cause / I wyll but lytell saye For and yf you worke moche / ye shall perceyue I wyll not playe Nether holdynge downe my hed / nor yet beare it to moche aloft For all your braggynge countenance / it wyl become you to speke soft . Nowe for an ende ( Eternall God ) I beseche the graunt longe lyfe With prosperous contynuans , to Henry our most noble kynge Andd to Katherynge our Quene also , his most Laufull Wyfe And graunt betwene theym bothe , lyke other braunches to sprynge ( As is Edwarde our Prynce ? that most odoriferous thynge Preserue theym longe together Lorde , and graunt theym all the blysse Where Angels incessantly , synge ( Gloria in excelsis ) Amen . God saue the kynge . ☞ Trolle here , Trolle there , Trolle out , Trolle in Ye trolle awaye and trolle about , lyke a blynde Sym.

Imprynted at London by Rycharde bankes , Cum priuilegio ad imprimendum solum . And be to sell in Lombard stret / nere vnto the stockes by Rycharde Kele .