A letter to Rome, to declare to ye Pope, Iohn Felton his freend is hangd in a rope and farther, a right his grace to enforme, he dyed a papist, and seemd not to turne. To the tune of Row well ye mariners. Peele, Steven. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A09235 of text S121823 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 19549). Textual changes and metadata enrichments aim at making the text more computationally tractable, easier to read, and suitable for network-based collaborative curation by amateur and professional end users from many walks of life. The text has been tokenized and linguistically annotated with MorphAdorner. The annotation includes standard spellings that support the display of a text in a standardized format that preserves archaic forms ('loveth', 'seekest'). Textual changes aim at restoring the text the author or stationer meant to publish. This text has not been fully proofread Approx. 5 KB of XML-encoded text transcribed from 1 1-bit group-IV TIFF page image. EarlyPrint Project Evanston,IL, Notre Dame, IN, St. Louis, MO 2018 A09235 STC 19549 ESTC S121823 99856985 99856985 22642 2240870530

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A09235) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 22642) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 387:14) A letter to Rome, to declare to ye Pope, Iohn Felton his freend is hangd in a rope and farther, a right his grace to enforme, he dyed a papist, and seemd not to turne. To the tune of Row well ye mariners. Peele, Steven. 1 sheet ([1] p.) Imprinted by Alexander Lacie for Henrie Kyrkham, dwelling at the signe of the blacke Boy: at the middle north dore of Paules church, [London] : [1571] Signed: Steuen Peele. A song - "Who keepes Saint Angell gates?". Publication date from STC. Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Felton, John, d. 1570 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. Catholic Church -- Controversial literature -- Early works to 1800. eebo A letter to Rome, to declare to ye Pope, Iohn Felton his freend is hangd in a rope: and farther, a right his grace to enforme, he dyed a papist, and s Peele, Steven 1571 1 684 0 0 0 0 0 0 0 A This text has no known defects that were recorded as gap elements at the time of transcription. 2007-08 Assigned for keying and markup 2007-08 Keyed and coded from ProQuest page images 2007-09 Sampled and proofread 2007-09 Text and markup reviewed and edited 2008-02 Batch review (QC) and XML conversion
A letter to Rome , to declare to the Pope , Iohn Felton his freend is hangd in a rope : And farther , a right his grace to enforme , He dyed a Papist , and seemd not to turne . To the tune of Row well ye Mariners . WHo keepes Saint Angell gates ? Where lieth our holy father say ? I muze that no man waytes , Nor comes to meete me on the way . Sir Pope I say ? yf you be nere , Bow downe to me your listning eare : Come forth , besturre you then a pace , Fo I haue newes to show your grace . Stay not , come on , That I from hence were shortly gon : Harke well , heare mee , What tidings I haue brought to thee ❧ The Bull so lately sent To England by your holy grace , Iohn Felton may repent For settyng vp the same in place : For he vpon a goodly zeale He bare vnto your common weale Hath ventured lyfe to pleasure you , And now is hangd , I tell you true . Wherfore , sir Pope , In England haue you lost your hope . Curse on , spare not , Your knights are lyke to go to pot . But further to declare , He dyed your obedient chylde : And neuer seemd to spare , For to exalt your doctrine wylde : And tolde the people euery one He dyed your obedient sonne And as he might , he did set forth , Your dignitie that s nothyng worth . Your trash , your toyes , He toke to be his onely ioyes : Therfore , hath wonne , Of you the crowne of martirdome . Let him be shryned then Accordyng to his merits due , As you haue others doen That proue vnto their Prince vntrue : For these ( sir Pope ) you loue of lyfe , That with their Princes fall at stryfe : Defendyng of your supreame powre , Yet som haue paid ful deare therfore . As now , lately , Your freend Iohn Felton seemd to try Therfore , I pray , That you a masse for him wyll say . Kyng all the belles in Rome To doe his sinful soule some good , Let that be doen right soone Because that he hath shed his blood , His quarters stand not all together But ye mai hap to ring them thether In place where you wold haue them be Then might you doe as pleaseth ye . For whye ? they hang , Vnshryned each one vpon a stang : Thus standes , the case , On London gates they haue a place . His head vpon a pole Stands wauering in the wherling wynd , But where shoulde be his soule To you belongeth for to fynd : I wysh you Purgatorie looke And search each corner with your hooke , Lest it might chance or you be ware The Deuyls to catce him in a snare . Yf ye , him see , From Purgatorie set him free : Let not , trudge than , Fetch Felton out and yf ye can . I wysh you now sir Pope To loke vnto your faithful freendes , That in your Bulles haue hope To haue your pardon for their sinnes , For here I tell you , euery Lad Doth scoff & scorne your bulles to bad , And thinke they shall the better fare For hatyng of your cursed ware . Now doe , I end , I came to show you as a frend : Whether blesse , or curse , You send to me , I am not the worse . Steuen Peele . FINIS .

Imprinted by Alexander Lacie for Henrie Kyrkham , dwellyng at the signe of the blacke Boy : at the middle North dore of Paules church .

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