A lamentation from Rome, how the Pope doth bewayle, that the rebelles in England can not preuayle to the tune of Rowe well ye mariners. Preston, Thomas, 1537-1598. This text is an enriched version of the TCP digital transcription A10043 of text S121835 in the English Short Title Catalog (STC 20289). 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 A10043 STC 20289 ESTC S121835 99856997 99856997 22655 2240881854

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Early English books online. (EEBO-TCP ; phase 1, no. A10043) Transcribed from: (Early English Books Online ; image set 22655) Images scanned from microfilm: (Early English books, 1475-1640 ; 428:5) A lamentation from Rome, how the Pope doth bewayle, that the rebelles in England can not preuayle to the tune of Rowe well ye mariners. Preston, Thomas, 1537-1598. 1 sheet ([1]) p.) In Fletestrete at the signe of the Faulcon by Wylliam Gryffith, and are to be sold at his shoppe in Sainte Dunstones Churchyard, Imprinted at London : 1570. Signed: quod Thomas Preston. A song - "All you that newes would here,". Reproduction of the original in the Henry E. Huntington Library and Art Gallery. eng Catholics -- England -- Controversial literature -- Early works to 1800. Great Britain -- History -- Rebellion of 1569 -- Poetry -- Early works to 1800. eebo A lamentation from Rome, how the Pope doth bewayle, that the rebelles in England can not preuayle, to the tune of Rowe well ye mariners. Preston, Thomas, 1570 1 864 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 Lamentation from Rome , how the Pope doth bewayle , That the Rebelles in England can not preuayle , To the tune of Rowe well ye Mariners .

ALl you that newes would here , Geue eare to me poore Fabyn Flye , At Rome I was this yere , And in the Pope his nose dyd lye , But there I could not long abide , He blew me out of euery side : For furst when he had harde the newes , That Rebelles dyd their Prince misuse , Then he with ioye , Did sporte him selfe with many a toye , he then so stout , From that his nose he blew me out . But as he was a slepe , Into the same againe I goot : I crept there in so depe , That I had almost burnt my coote , New newes to him was brought that night . The Rebelles they weare put to flight , But Lord how then the Pope toke one , And called for a Mary bone , vp howgh make hast : My louers all be like to waste , tyse Cardnall , vp priest , Saint Peter he doth what he lest . So then they fell to Messe , The Fryers one their Beades dyd praye , The Pope began to blesse , At last he weist not what to saye . It chanced so the next day morne , A Post came blowing of his Horne , Saying Northomberland is take , But then the Pope began to quake . he then rubd nose , With Pilgrome salue be noynt his hose , runne here , runne there , His nayles for anger gan to pare . ☞ Not Northomberland alone , But many of his wicked ayd : Such as thought not to grone , They hoped well for to aplayd , There partes to haue there hartes desire , But now is quenched there flames of fire , The greatest and the meane beside , With other youths fast bound must ride , Ketch fast , kepe well , There youthfull bloud they long to sell , trust this dere Pope , what is it than wherfore ye hope . When he perceaued well , The newes was true to him was brought , Vpon his knees he fell , And then S. Peter he be sought , That he would stand his frend in this , To helpe to ayd those seruauntes his , And he would do as much for him , But Peter sent him to Saint Simme . So then he snuft , the Fryers all about he cuft , He roard he cryde , the preists they durst not once abide . ❀ The Cardnalles they beginnes , To stay and take him in there arme , He spurnd them on the shinnes , Away the trudgd for feare of harme . So there the pope was left alone , Good Lord how he dyd make his mone , The Stooles against the Walles he threwe , And me out of his nose he blewe . I hopt I skipt , From place to place about I whipt , he swore he tare , Till from his Crowne he pold the heare . He courst me so about , In the house I conld finde no rome , Loth I was to go out , And shrind my selfe vnder a Brome . Then by and by downe he was set , with anger he was one a swet , He rubd his elbowe on the Wall , So fell a rayling on Saint Paule . Fye fye bloud harte , He scratchde him selfe till he dyd smart ▪ poll nose rube eye , Grash the teth drawe mouth awrye . He wept and wrong his handes , yea worse and worse began to fret : Thus radging still he standes , then out at doore I dyd me get , I was not soner gone from thence , But worse and worse was his pretence , The post he plucked from the house , he left no harbour for a Mouse , thus now the popes mad . Because no better lucke they had , forlorne molest , that they so yll their meate disgest . When I had vewed all , To bring this newes my winges I spred , to this parplict he is fall . I wish some would go hold his head . For certainely he doth yll fare , yet for the same I do not care , For God his power will conuince , And ayd with right his beloued prince . then Pope radge thou , The God in heauen hath made a vowe , to kepe all his , That God is iust our stay he is .

qd . Thomas Preston . Finis .

Imprinted at London , in Fletestrete at the signe of the Faulcon by Wylliam Gryffith , and are to be sold at his shoppe in Sainte Dunstones Churchyard . 1570.