Doctour doubble ale

ALthough I lacke intelligence and can not skyll of eloquence Yet wyll I do my diligence To say sumthing or I go hence wherin I may demonstrate the figure gesture and estate Of one that is a curate that harde is and endurate and ernest in the cause Of piuish popish lawes that are not worth two strawes Except it be with dawes that knoweth not good from euels Nor Gods worde from the Deuels Nor wyll in no wise heare the worde of god so cleare but popishnes vpreare and make the pope Gods peare and so them selues they lade wyth bables that he made and styll wyll holde his trade No man can them perswade and yet I dare say ther is no day but that they may Heare sincerily and right truly Gods worde to be taught If they wolde haue sought but they set at nought Christes true doctrine and them selues de●line to mens ordinaunce which they enhaunce and take in estimation . aboue Christes passion and so this folish nation Esteme their owne racion and all dum ceremonies before the sanctimonies O● Christes holy writ and thinke their owne win so be far aboue it that the scripture to them teachis Or honest men preachis ¶ they folowe perlowes lechis and doctours dulpatis that falsely to them pratis and bring them to the gates Of hell and vtter derkenes and all by stubborne starkenes Putting their full trust In thinges that rot and rust and papisticall prouisions which are the deuels dirisions Now let vs go about to tell the tale out Of this good felow stout that for no man wyll dout but kepe his olde condicions For all the newe comyssyons And vse his supersticions And also mens tradicyons And syng for dead folkes soules And reade hys beade rolles And all such thinges wyll vse As honest men refuse But take hym for a cruse And ye wyll tell me newes . For if he ons begyn He leaueth nought therin He careth not a pyn How much ther be wythin So he the pot may wyn He wyll it make full thyn And wher the drinke doth please Ther wyll he take his ease And drinke ther of his fyll Tyll ruddy be his byll And fyll both cup and can Who is so glad a man As is our curate than / ? I wolde ye knewe it a curate Not far without newgate Of a parysh large The man hath mikle charge And none within this border That kepeth such order Nor one a this syde Nauerne Louyth better the ale tauerne ¶ But if the drinke be small He may not well withall Tush cast it on the wall It fretteth out his gall Then seke an other house This is not worth a louse As dronken as a mouse Mon syre gybet a vous And ther wyll byb and bouse Tyll heuy be his brouse Good ale he doth so haunt And drynke a due taunt That ale wiues make ther vaunt Of many a peny rounde That sum of them hath founde And sometyme mikle strife is Amonge the ale wyfes And sure I blame them not For wrong it is God wot when this good dronken sot Helpeth not to empty the pot For sumtime he wyll go To one and to no mo ¶ Then wyll the hole rout Upon that one cry out and say she doth them wronge To kepe him all day longe From commyng them amonge wherfore I g●ue councell to them that good drinke sell To take in of the best Or els they lese their gest For he is redy and prest Where good ale is to rest And drinke tyll he be drest When he his boke shulde study He sitteth there full ruddy Tyll halfe the day be gone Crying fyll the pot Ione And wyll not be alone But call sum other one at wyndowe or at fen●stre that is an idell ministre as he him selfe is Ye know full well this the kinde of carion crowes ye may be sure growes the more for carion stinking and so do these in drinking this man to sum mens thinking Doth stay hym muche vpon the kyng as in the due demaunding Or that he calleth an head peny and of the paskall halpeny . for the cloth of corpus Christy four pens he clay mith swiftely for which the sexton and he truly Did tog by the eares earnestly Sa●ing he can not the king well paye If all such driblars be take away Is not this a gentill tale Of our doctour doubble ale Whose countenaunce is neuer pale So wel good drinke he can vphale ¶ A man of learning great For if his brayne he wolde beat He coulde within dayes fourtene make such a sermon as neuer was sene I wot not whether he spake in drinke Or drinke in him how do ye thinke ? I neuer herde him preach God wot But it were in the good ale pot Also he sayth that fayne he wolde Come before the councell if he coulde For to declare his learning And other thinges concerning Goodly councels that he coulde geue beyond all measure ye may me beleue His learning is exceding ye may know by his reading yet could a cobblers boy him tell That he red a wrong gospell , wherfore in dede he serued him well He turned himselfe as round as a bell And with loud voyce began to call Is there no constable among you all , to take this knaue that doth me troble ? with that all was on a hubble shubble There was drawing and dragging There was lugging and lagging and snitching and snatching and ketching and catching and so the pore ladde To the Counter they had Some wolde he shuld be hanged Or els he shulde be wranged Some sayd it were a good turne Such an heretyke to burne Some sayde this and some sayd that and som dyd prate they wist not what some did curse and some did ban For chafing of oure curate than He was worthy no lesse for vexing with his pertnesse a gemman going to Messe , Did it become a cobblers boy To shew a gemman such a toy ? ¶ but if it were wel wayde ye shuld fynde I am afrayde that the boy were worthy for his reading and sobrietie and iudgement in the veritie among honest folke to be A curate rather then he . for this is knowen for certentie the boy doth loue no papistry and our Curate is called no doubte a papist london thoroughout . and truth is it they do not lye , It may be sene wyth halfe an eye . for if there come a preacher , Or any godly teacher to speake agaynst his trumpery to the alehouse goth he by & by ▪ and there he wyl so much drinke tyll of ale he doth so stinke , that whether he go before or behynde / Ye shall him smell without the winde for when he goeth to it he is no hafter He drinketh dronke for two dayes after Wi●h fyll the cuppe Ione , for all this is gone Here is ale alone I say for my drinking tush , let the pot be clinking and let vs mery make , No thought wyll I take / for though these fellowes crake I trust to se them slake and some of them to bake In smithfelde at a stake and in my Parysh be some / that if the tyme come I feare not wyll remember ( be it august or september October or Nouember Or moneth of December ) to fynde both wood and timber to burne them euery member and goth to borde and bed At the signe of the kinges head . ¶ And let these heretikes preach And teach what they can teach My parish I know well Agaynst them wyll rebell If I but once them tell Or g●ue them any warning That they were of the new learning . For with a worde or twayne I can them call agayne And yet by the Messe forgetfull I was Or els in a slumber there is a shrewde nomber that curstly do comber And my pacience proue And dayly me moue ¶ for some of them styll Continew wyll In this new way whatsoeuer I saye ¶ It is not long ago Syns it chaunsed so that a buriall here was Without dirige or Masse but at the buriall they song a christmas carall by the Masse they wyll mar all If they continew shall / Some sayd it was a godly hearing Some of them fell on weping In my church I make no leasing They harde neuer the lyke thing Do ye thinke that I wyll consent to these heretikes entent to haue any sacrament Ministred in English ? by them I set not a rysh So long as my name is hary George I wyll not do it spight of theyr gorge . Oh Dankester Dancastre None betwene this and Lancaster . Knoweth so much my minde . As thou my speciall frynde It wolde do the much good To wash thy handes in the bloude Of them that hate the messe ▪ thou couetest no lesse So much they vs oppresse Pore priestes doubtlesse And yet what than there is not a man that soner can , Perswade his parishons From such condicions then I perse I for by and by I can them conuert to take my parte Except a fewe that hacke and hew / and agaynst me shew What they may do To put me to Some hynderaunce And ye● may chaunce The bisshops visitour , Wyll shewe me fauour and therfore I Care not a fly , for ofte haue they / Sought by some way To bring me to blame and open shame / but I wyll beare them out In spight of their snout and wyll not ceasse To drinke a pot the lesse Of ale that is bygge Nor passe not a fygge for all their malice away the mare qd walis / I set not a w●●●●ge by all their writing , for yet I deny nat The Masses priuat Nor yet forsake that I of a cake My maker may make ¶ but harke a lytle harke / and a few wordes marke , Howe this caluish clarke / for his purpose coulde warke there is an honest man : that kepte an olde woman Of almes in hyr bed Liyng dayly beddered which man coulde not I say wyth popishnes a way but fayne this woman olde wolde haue Messe if she coulde the which this priest was tolde He hearing this anone as the goodman was gone abrode aboute his busines before the woman he sayd Messe and shewed his prety popishnes agaynst the goodmans wyll wherfore it is my skyll that he shulde him endight for doing such dispight as by his popish wyle His house wyth Masse defyle ¶ Thus may ye beholde this man is very bolde / and in his learning olde Intendeth for to syt I blame him not a whyt for it wolde vexe his wyt and cleane agaynst his earning to folow such learning as now a dayes is taught It wolde sone bring to naught His olde popish brayne for then he must agayne apply him to the schole and come away a fole : for nothing shulde he get His brayne hath bene to het and with good ale so wet Wherfore he may now set In feldes and in medes and pray vpon his beades for yet he hath a payre O● beades that be right fayre Of corall ●gete , or ambre at home within his chambre tor in matins or Masse , Primar and portas and pottes and beades His lyfe he leades ¶ But this I wota that if ye nota How this idiota Doth folow the pota I holde you a grota Ye wyll rede by rota that he may were a ●ota In cocke lose●s bota ¶ thus the durty doctour the popes owne proctour wyll bragge and boost wyth ale and a toost and lyke a rutter Hys latin wyll vtter and turne and tosse him wyth tu non possum Loquere latinum this alum finum Is bonus then vinum Ego volo quare Cum tu drinkare Pro tuum caput , quia apud te propiciacio tu non potes facio tot quam ego quam librum tu lego , Caue de me apponere te Iuro per deum Hoc est lifum meum quia drinkum stalum Non sacere malum ☞ thus our dominus dodkin wyth ita vera bodkin Doth leade his lyfe which to the alewife is very profitable it is pytie he is not able To mayntayne a table For beggers and tinkers And all lusty drinkers Or captayne or beddle wyth dronkardes to meddle ye cannot I am sure / for keping of a cure fynde such a one well If ye shulde rake hell ¶ and therfore nowe No more to you / Sed perlegas ista , Si velis Papista , fare well and a dewe with a whirlary whewe and a tirlary typpe Beware of the whyppe . Finis . Take this tyll more come .