The metynge of Doctor Barons and doctor Powell at Paradise gate [and] of theyr communications bothe drawen to Smithfylde fro[m] the towar. The one burned for heresye as the papistes do saye truly and the other quartered for popery and all within one houre.

Powel IT is sene often that men mete nowe and then but so do hylles neuer what wynde draue the hether Barons Demaunde thou wherefore for quyet euer more I haue trauelid longe therefore Powel Why I the desire thy reward is borning fyer thy trauell was non other but against holi churches mother Barons Trulye thou doste not saye ful besy I haue bene Goddes worde so pure & cleane as it hathe bene wel sene to open nyghte and daye but I haue bene so croppid pollid and noppid and so often stopped In that my godly Iornye euer some popishe trayne out of a byshoppes brayne dyd turne me backe agayne cleane besyde the waye so for the verye trothe I fasyd wyth manye an othe and susteyninge muche wrothe my dewtye coulde not doo thoughe Barons was my name and had grudge and blame rebuke disdayne and shame wyth sorowe care and woo by many of the wycked I was spornid at and kycked , when that they were prycked one the galde backe that they myghte fulfyll theyre popishe wycked wyll and so contenewe styll with malis lie and cracke they made many listes and gaue no small giftes now litle to theire thriftes by burning very longe they alleged many lawes after their owne sawes not wordy . ii . strawes to put pore men to wronge some pore sely sowles were brought forthe to powles with carefull heuy nowles suffering muche shame and care some had there names with tauntes rebukes and shame , and constrayned were with blames fagots for to were some in prison depe did lye and slepe and coulde not sturre nor crepe lyke theues as they had bene with course barley bred very hungerly feade so heuy as any leade theire drinke was water thin if they had not sought a boute frendes to get them out long ells they mought in prison tarry still and yet no cause why that they coulde pacifie orells truly iustifie but theyr malice to fulfyll for the truthes sake some they did make their gods to forsake some were exiled clene many they did spill bannyshe burne and kyll folowyg theyr wicked wyll lyke theues as they had bene some in the bishoppes chambere priuelye examined were because the people shuld not con nere to knowe what there was done wythe threteninges all to mainyd and fasinges sore blaimid to recante they were constrayned from thens or they were gone Powell Fy Barons thou raylest it is not true thou faylest to lewdly thou sayiest in thy communication tell some other tayle and do no longer rayle for els I will not fayle to leaue the here alone . Barons . It is your old pleying that we do vse rayling the truth when we be sayeng against your noughty lyuing ye can not abyde youre wyckednes should be spyde or the truth should be tride ye be therat so byting but God that sitteth on hye to haue on me mercie if I entent to lye or therof wyll make reciting therfore brother powell though on popery styll ye smelle and will not that I tell your detestable fasshion as I am so I am nother popish nor roman but a very christian and that on christes passion for witnes do I call though bitter was my fall I am content with all let me my mynd declare for I will not spare nowe I am past care the truth for to saye mercy I tell the shewed they none but a way with flesh and bone of them they cried anone that spake against theyr wyll better it were they sayd in yrons that he were teyd or to the fier leyde then our kingdom he should spyll still about they sought and spitfully wrought speaking that was not thought the truth to put to flight with malyce to much vsed Iudasly they accused the truth to be refused was all theyr delyght abroad were sent lyers of prestes and of friers to be priuy spiers to put Gods woord to wrong who did not cease malyce to encrease and not quietnes through the ynglysh thrange if they had remembred well what on the Iewes fell persecuting the gospell and the vndoubted truyth Then woulde they loke about and feare their popish route in peaces should brest out or haue a great ruyth a deuelysh mad deuise well doing to dispise naming it the newgise as some did it call which be the holy roode hath done much more good to our ynglysh bloud then the old fashion all Powell . Cease thy comunication against the olde fasshion our catholyke tradicion what doest thou knowe of bate or sedicion of grudge or rebellyon with in ynglysh region that the old sorte did sowe I see thou dust not fayle to Ieste and to rayle with an euell tayle , and malyciously to crowe . Barons 〈◊〉 thou popish asse shall I let passe the prelates iniquitas wherat totus mundus rorith at the bisshops with their romysh shiphookes the popes priuy cokes I meane plainlye thus who lyst to seke about may in chronicles sone finde oute what sedes the popish route in yngland hath sowen because the time is short I shall brefely report and wright in dewe sort them what I haue knowen and howe manfully hardy the fathers of the clargy and nothing at all hardy in lyes , disdayne and pryde spared no expence nor yet dayly diligence by the preuie defence Gods worde for to hyde A font escaped on the other side o● this page 〈◊〉 the iii. Line for dronken bl●●kes rede d●●●kes bloud 〈◊〉 ●inna sinnarum is that thou in no wyes myss to conueye this to the high prelates al it is my last writing I wold they vse no byting yet open sittinge whatsoeuer therof be fal

THE LETTER OF BARONS Ful heuy I say they ought to be for so long cloking of gods vertu and to lament right bitterly calling for mercye that he wold their eyes open that theyr stony harts may be broken whyche so longe hathe bene soken with doctrine so fylthy all the woorlde doth nowe it spye and wonderfully vpon them crye that they so long christe dyd denye our only helth & sauioure & made vs beleue on stoks & stons dronken blockes and drye bones , to be all helpers for the nones for our wicked behauiore holly bred and holly water with redde letters written in paper and to the cake as to oure maker to trust they did vs teache for the thonder to the holly bell and at our dethe the holly candel masses propiscatory they did sel to be out helping leche for this lordes laydes and knyght they haue had in greate despighte with many other that nowe wright against theyr abhominacion it is wel knowen and now espied by my bloude and other that fryed in smithefild gods word hath tried theyr pharisis olde fasshion suche as was to polles called and in prisones cruelly scallid for gods worde & spitfully bralled for vengeance haue cried to god who with ye prelats now hath ment for theyr tiranny without let & for thyr Iuggeling & snaring net this cannot be denied there is no man that now brookes There stowte crakes & hie lookes their double hartes & fabling bokes their pride do abate thogh truth was inclosed in a wal it is broken out and now doth fall your lordly pride brother snowbal all these be sene of late .

Powell . Thou abhominable heretike fantasticall and lunatike . thi wordes mi hart do throw prick thus to heare the rayle prate and say what thou wylle the papistes therat haue no skylle they wyll kepe their holde stylle and thou shalt not preuayle I se there is no remedy any longer to talke with the as thou was so wilte thou be abhominable hereticke as for thy letter to conueye to my prelates stoute and gaye here I openlye saye the naye and thereat trust and stycke they wyll preuayle when thou art gone when thou and thine lamente & mone thei haue to be meri it is wel knouen no sorowe can make them sicke Barons The deuel , a lye brother powell dust thou saye but I the tel let them lyue any longer to smell and theyr fusty popery thei know the law thei know the paine they can no longer cloke nor fayne and if they do I tel the certayne theyr rewarde is playne ropery hereof I nede not much to saye thou assaied the game thou knowest the play let them turne theyr mynd a waye and stryfe not against the right if the lordly poure might ons abate then wold they quicly open the gate of true doctrine which of late king henry did bring to light god saue kig Edwards noble grace & send his highenes tyme & space to continewe forth his godly trace by gods powre and might & send yl chaunte & crokid happes to all suche popishe forked capes that gaue so manye cursd slappes for gods blissed word so hath he done it is certayne they haue not won I tel the pleine and neuer shal tyl they haue agaie the pope to be there lord Powel The deuil of hel be thy gyde thou dust euer braule and chyde against my sorte and dust not hyde one word lesse or more thou saist thou comest to haue rest thou shalt be the deuels geste and herto I wyll do my best thou mayst be sure therfore . Finis ,