{"collection":"myth-cosmogony","full_text_available":true,"graph_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/api/page/gutenberg_20642/graph","html_url":"https://unchartedknowledge.5gfusion.net/v2/page/gutenberg_20642","id":"gutenberg_20642","license":"Public Domain (US)","rights_basis":"gutenberg_metadata_copyright_false","source":"gutenberg","source_url":"https://www.gutenberg.org/ebooks/20642","summary":null,"tags":["Category: British Literature","Category: Mythology, Legends & Folklore","Category: Poetry","Gods, Roman -- Poetry"],"text":"Produced by Jason Isbell, Taavi Kalju and the Online\nDistributed Proofreading Team at http://www.pgdp.net (This\nfile was produced from images generously made available\nby The Internet Archive/Canadian Libraries)\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Transcriber's note: Until recently this work was attributed to John\nLydgate, but now most scholars consider that the author is unknown. The\nfirst mention of Lydgate's authorship of this work was made by Stephen\nHawes in 1505 as one of Lydgate's seven major works. But many scholars\nhave doubted over the years that this poem was written by Lydgate,\nbecause the style used doesn't greatly resemble the style of Lydgate's\nother works, and the vocabulary is somewhat more modern than Lydgate is\nknown to have used. Modern scholars believe that this work was written\nbetween 1478 and 1483 (about forty years after Lydgate's death).\nAnalysis of style and vocabulary have led scholars to conclude that the\nauthor might have been a woman. For further information about this poem\nplease see The Assembly of Gods, edited by Jane Chance, published by\nMedieval Institute Publications, Kalamazoo, Michigan, 1999, ISBN:\n1580440223, which is also available online at\nhttp://www.lib.rochester.edu/camelot/teams/asint.htm.\n\nThe book from which this e-book was transcribed is a fascimile reprint\nof the third printing of this book, made by Wynkyn de Worde circa 1500.\nThe book was printed in blackletter font known as Wynkyn de Worde's type\n3, and uses many abbreviations, which I have expanded and rendered\ninside parenthesis, eg., {x}. The abbreviations used in this book are:\n\n  *Macron over the letter. The most common one, usually meaning\n    missing \"n\" or \"m\" after the letter. But in some cases might also\n    mean missing \"e,\" \"er\" or \"re\" after the letter. This happens\n    usually when p, q or r have macrons.\n  *Little e over Middle-English thorn, meaning \"the.\"\n  *Little t over Middle-English thorn, meaning \"that.\"\n  *Little u over Middle-English thorn, meaning \"thou.\"\n  *Little t over w, meaning \"with.\"\n  *Middle-English yogh, representing \"gh.\"\n  *Superscripted 9 after letter, meaning missing \"us.\" Used only at\n    the end of the word.\n  *Superscripted 2 after letter, meaning missing \"e,\" \"er\" or \"re.\"\n    Used only at the end of the word.\n  *Stretched s, looking like integral sign, meaning missing \"e\" or \"i\"\n    before letter s.\n  *Dot over the letter, meaning missing \"e,\" \"er\" or \"re\" after the\n    letter. Usually used with d, t, e and u. Combination q+d with dot\n    means \"quod.\"\n  *Strike through letter, meaning missing \"e,\" \"er\" or \"re\" after the\n    letter. Usually used with p, v and s. Striked through p might also\n    mean missing \"ro\" or \"or\" after p.\n\nOccasionally there were some letters printed upside down. I have\nrendered them inside brackets, e.g., [x]. The poem uses two types of\npunctuation--a dot, meaning longer pause, and a slash, meaning shorter\npause or comma. I have corrected many errors and noted them on a right\nmargin. Also this printing was missing three lines and one line had\nseveral letters missing from the middle of the line. I have marked them\non a right margin and the correct reading supplied from the modern\nedition. There were a couple of places where the word \"nota\" or \"note\"\nwas printed, but the actual notes weren't found in this reprint. There's\na fair chance that those notes were never printed. The original page\nimages are available with html edition.]\n\n\n\n\nThe assemble of goddes\nby\nJohn Lydgate\n\n\nPrinted at Westminster\nby Wynkyn de Worde about the year\n1500\n\n\nCambridge\nat the University Press\n1906\n\n\n\n\nThe work here reprinted formed part of the famous volume of black-letter\ntracts (formerly marked AB. 4. 58), which came to the University Library\nin 1715 by the gift of King George the First with the rest of the\nlibrary of John Moore, Bishop of Ely. No other copy of this edition is\nrecorded to be in existence.\n\nThe types used are Caxton's type 3 (for the title) and Wynkyn de Worde's\ntype 3, with final m and n etc. from type 1 (in the rest of the book).\nThis type 3 is not known to have been used before 1499.\n\nMr Sayle remarks that the woodcut illustration is taken from Caxton's\nsecond edition (ab. 1483-4) of Chaucer's Canterbury Tales.\n\nFRANCIS JENKINSON\n\n1906 March 5.\n\n\n\n\nI certify that I have printed 250 copies only of this facsimile, that\nthe impressions have been rubbed off the plates and the negatives\ndestroyed.\n\nP. DUJARDIN\n\n\n\n\n    Here foloweth the Interpretacoin of the names\n    of goddes and goddesses as is reherced\n    in this tretyse folowynge as Poetes wryte\n\n[Illustration]\n\n    \u00b6 Phebus is as moche to saye as the Sonne.\n    \u00b6 Apollo is the same or elles God of syght.\n    \u00b6 Morpleus                   Shewer of dremis\n    \u00b6 Pluto                      God of hell.\n    \u00b6 Mynos                      Iuge of hell.\n    \u00b6 Cerberus                   Porter of hell.\n    \u00b6 Colus the wynde or God of the Eyre.\n    \u00b6 Dyana Goddesse of wode and chase.\n    \u00b6 Phebe the Mone or Goddesse of waters.\n    Aurora Goddes of {the} morow or spry{n}g of {the} daye\n    \u00b6 Mars               God of batyll\n    \u00b6 Iupiter            God of wysdom.\n    \u00b6 Iuno               Goddesse of rychesse\n    \u00b6 Saturne            God of colde.\n    \u00b6 Ceres              Goddesse of corne.\n    \u00b6 Cupydo             God of loue.\n    \u00b6 Othea              Goddesse of wysdome.\n    \u00b6 Fortune            The varyant Goddesse\n    \u00b6 Pan                God shepherdes.\n    \u00b6 Isys               Goddesse of frute.\n    \u00b6 Neptunus           God of the se.\n    \u00b6 Mynerue            Goddes of {the} batail or of heruest\n    \u00b6 Bachus             God of wyne.\n    \u00b6 Mercuryus          God of langage.\n    \u00b6 Venus              Goddesse of loue.\n    \u00b6 Dyscorde           Goddes of debate & stryffe\n    \u00b6 Attropos           Dethe\n    \u00b6 Here endeth {the} interpretacyon of the names\n    of Goddes & Goddesses as is reherced in the\n    treatyse folowynge as poetes wryte.\n\n\n    Whan Phebus the crabbe had nere his cours ronne\n    And toward {the} Leon his Iourney gan take\n    To loke on Pyctagoras spere / I had begonne\n    \u00b6 Syttyng all solytary allone besyde a lake.\n    \u00b6 Musyng on a maner how {that} I myght make.\n    \u00b6 Reason and sensualyte in one to accorde.\n    \u00b6 But I coude not bryng about {the} manacorde.\n\n    \u00b6 For longe er I myght slepe me gan oppres\n    \u00b6 So ponderously I coud make none obstacle\n    \u00b6 In myne hede was fall suche an heuinesse.\n    \u00b6 I was fayne to drawe to myne habytacle.\n    \u00b6 To rowne {with} a pylow me semyd best tryacle.\n    \u00b6 So leyde I me downe my dysease to releue.\n    \u00b6 Anone cam in Morpleus & toke me by {the} sleue\n\n    \u00b6 And as I soo laye halfe in a traunse\n    \u00b6 Twene slepyng & wakyng he bad me aryse.\n    \u00b6 For he sayd I must yeue attendaunce.\n    \u00b6 To the grete Courte of Mynes the Iustyse.\n    \u00b6 Me nought auayled ayene hym to sylogyse.\n    \u00b6 For hit is oft sayd by hem that yet lyues.\n    \u00b6 He must nedes go that the deuell dryues.\n\n    \u00b6 Whan I see noo better but I must go.\n    \u00b6 I sayd I was redy at his co{m}maundement.\n    \u00b6 Wheder that he wolde me lede to or fro.\n    \u00b6 Soo vp I arose and forth with hym went.\n    \u00b6 Tyll he had me brought to the parlament.\n    \u00b6 Where Pluto sate and kepte is estate.\n    \u00b6 And with hym Mynos the Iuge desperate.\n\n    \u00b6 But as we thyderwarde went by the way.\n    \u00b6 I hym besought his name me to tell.\n    \u00b6 Morpleus he sayde thou me call may.\n    \u00b6 A syr sayde I than where do ye dwell.\n    \u00b6 In heuen or in erthe eyther elles in hell.\n    \u00b6 Nay he sayde myn abydyng most commonly\n    \u00b6 Is in a lytyll corner called fantasy.\n\n    \u00b6 And as sone as he thyse wordes had sayd.\n    \u00b6 Cerberus the porter of hell {with} his cheyne.\n    \u00b6 Brought theder Colus i{n} ragges euyll arayd\n    \u00b6 Agay{n} whom Neptun{us} & Dyana dyd co{m}pley{n}t     Original has\n    \u00b6 Saynge thus O Mynos {thou} Iuge souerayn.             co{m}pey{n}t\n    \u00b6 Gyue thy cruel iugeme{n}t aye{n} this traytour so     instead of\n    \u00b6 {That} we may haue cause to preyse thy lord Pluto     co{m}pley{n}t\n\n    \u00b6 Then was there made a proclamacyon.\n    \u00b6 In Plutoos name co{m}maunded scylence.\n    \u00b6 Vpon the payn of strayt correccyon.\n    \u00b6 {That} Dyana & Neptun{us} might haue audience.\n    \u00b6 To declare her grefe of the grete offence.\n    \u00b6 To hem do by Colus wheron they co{m}pleined\n    \u00b6 And to begyn Dyana was constreyned.\n\n    \u00b6 Whyche thus begyn as ye shall here.\n    \u00b6 Saynge in this wyse. O thou lorde Pluto.\n    \u00b6 Wyth thy iuge Mynos syttyng {with} the in fere\n    \u00b6 Execute your fury vpon Colus soo.\n    \u00b6 Accordyng to thofence that he to me hath do\n    \u00b6 That I haue no cause forther to appele.\n    \u00b6 Whyche yf I do shall not be for youre wele.\n\n    \u00b6 Remembre fyrst how I a goddesse pure.\n    \u00b6 Ouer all desertes / forestes and chaces.\n    \u00b6 Haue the guydynge and vnder my cure.\n    \u00b6 This traytour colus hath mani of mi places\n    \u00b6 Destroyd {with} his blastes & daily me manaces\n    \u00b6 Where ony wood is he shall make it playne.\n    \u00b6 If he to his lyberte may resorte ageyne\n\n    \u00b6 The gretest trees that ony man may fynde\n    \u00b6 In forest to shade the dere for her comforte.\n    \u00b6 He breketh he{m} aso{n}der or rendith he rote & ri{n}de\n    \u00b6 Out of the erthe this is his dysporte.\n    \u00b6 So that the deere shall haue noo resorte.\n    \u00b6 Wythin shorte tyme to noo maner shade\n    \u00b6 Where thorough the game is lykly to fade.\n\n    \u00b6 Which to my name a reproche synguler.\n    \u00b6 Sholde be foreuer whyle the worlde laste.\n    \u00b6 And to all the goddes an hygh dyspleyser.\n    \u00b6 To see the game soo destroyed by his blaste.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore a remedy puruey in haste.\n    \u00b6 And lete hym be punysshed after his offence.\n    \u00b6 Cousyder the cryme and yeue your sentence.\n\n    \u00b6 And whan Dyana had made her compley{n}t\n    \u00b6 To mynos the Iuge in Plutoos presence.\n    \u00b6 Came forth Neptun{us} {with} vysage pale & feynt\n    \u00b6 Desyrynge of fauour to haue audyence.\n    \u00b6 Saynge thus Pluto to thy magnyfycence.\n    \u00b6 I shall reherce what this creature.\n    \u00b6 Colus hath done me out of mesure.\n\n    \u00b6 Thou knowest well that I haue the charge\n    \u00b6 Ouer all the se and therof god I am.\n    \u00b6 No shyp may sayl Keruel / bote ne barge.\n    \u00b6 Grete karyk nor hulke {with} ony lyuyng man.\n    \u00b6 But he haue my saue conduyte than.\n    \u00b6 who me offendith wythin my Iurysdyccyon\n    \u00b6 Owyth to submyt him to my correccyon.\n\n    \u00b6 But in asmoche as it is now soo.\n    \u00b6 That ye hym here haue as your prysonere\n    \u00b6 I shall shew my compleynt soo.\n    \u00b6 wherfore I pray you that ye wyll here.\n    \u00b6 And let hy{m} not escape out of your daungere.\n    \u00b6 Tyl he haue made full sethe & recompence\n    \u00b6 For hurt of my name thrugh his grete offe{n}ce\n\n    \u00b6 Fyrst to begyn this Colus hath ofte.\n    \u00b6 Made me to retorne mi course agein nature.\n    \u00b6 wyth his grete blastes whan he hath be alofte\n    \u00b6 And charged me to labour fer out of mesure\n    \u00b6 {that} it was grete merueyl how I might endure      Original has\n    \u00b6 The com of my swete wyll testyfy.                   gtete\n    \u00b6 That on the se bankes lye beten full hye.           instead of\n                                                          grete\n    \u00b6 Secundly where my nature is.\n    \u00b6 Both to eb & flowe a[n]d so thy course to kepe.\n    \u00b6 Ofte of myne entent hath he made me mys\n    \u00b6 where as I shulde haue fylled dykes depe.\n    \u00b6 At a full water I myght not theder crepe.\n    \u00b6 Before my season came to returne ageyn.\n    \u00b6 And than went I faster than i wold certayn\n\n    \u00b6 Thus he hath me dryuen ayen myn entente\n    \u00b6 And contrary to my course naturall.\n    \u00b6 where I shuld haue be he made me absente\n    \u00b6 To my grete dyshonour & in especyall.\n    \u00b6 Do thynge he vsed that worst was of all.\n    \u00b6 For where I my sauegard graunted\n    \u00b6 Ay in that coste he comonly haunted\n\n    \u00b6 Of very pure malyce and sylfwyll.\n    \u00b6 Theym to destroy in dyspyte of me.\n    \u00b6 To whome I promised both in gode & yll.\n    \u00b6 For to be her protectour in all aduersyte.\n    \u00b6 That to theym shulde fall vpon the se.\n    \u00b6 And euen sodenly or they coud beware\n    \u00b6 wyth a sodeyn pyry he lapped theym in care.\n\n    \u00b6 And full oft syth wyth hys boystous blaste.\n    \u00b6 Or they myght be war{e} he drof he{m} on {the} sond\n    \u00b6 And other whyle he brake top sayl & maste.\n    \u00b6 which caused thei{m} to peryssh or thei ca{m} to lond\n    \u00b6 Then cursed they the tyme {that} euer thei me fa{n}d\n    \u00b6 Thus amonge the people lost is my name.\n    \u00b6 And so by his labour put I am to blame.\n                                                            Original has\n    \u00b6 Consyder this mater and ponder my case.               sencence\n    \u00b6 Tender my compleynt as rygure requyreth               instead of\n    \u00b6 Shew forth youre sentence {with} a breef clause       sentence\n    \u00b6 I may not longe tary the tyme fast expyreth           Original has\n    \u00b6 The offence is grete wherfore it desyreth.            erpyreth\n    \u00b6 The more greuous payn and hasty iugeme{n}t            instead of\n    \u00b6 For offence don wylfully wyl non auysement            expyreth\n\n    And wha{n} {the} god pluto a whyl had hi{m} bethought\n    \u00b6 He rowned {with} mynos what was to do.\n    \u00b6 Then he sayde openly loke thou fayl nought\n    \u00b6 Thy sentence to yeue wythoute fauoore soo.\n    \u00b6 Lyke as thou hast herde the causes the too.\n    \u00b6 And so euenly dele twene thise partyey twein\n    \u00b6 That none of he{m} haue case on {the} other co{m}pleint\n\n    \u00b6 Thenne sayd mynos full indyfferently.\n    \u00b6 To Dyana & Neptunus is there ony more.\n    \u00b6 That ye wyll declare ageyn hym openly.\n    \u00b6 Nay in dede they sayd we kepe none in store /\n    \u00b6 we haue sayd Inough to punysshe hym fore\n    \u00b6 If ye in this mater be not parcyall\u00b7\n    \u00b6 Remembre your name was wont to be egall.\n\n    \u00b6 Well than sayd Mynos now let vs see.\n    \u00b6 what this boystous Colus for hy{m}self cay say\n    \u00b6 For here Prima facie to vs doth appere.\n    \u00b6 That he hath offended no man can say naye\n    \u00b6 wherfore thou Colus wythoute more delaye\n    \u00b6 Shape vs an answere to thyne accusemente\n    \u00b6 And elles I must procede vpon thy iugeme{n}t\n\n    \u00b6 And euen as col{us} was onward to haue said\n    \u00b6 For his excuse / came in a messengere.\n    \u00b6 Fro god Appolo to Pluto and hym prayde.\n    \u00b6 On his behalfe that he wythoute daungere\n    \u00b6 wolde to hym come & bry{n}ge wyth hym in fere\n    \u00b6 Dyana and Neptunus vnto his banket\n    \u00b6 And yf they dysdeyned hy{m}self he wold he{m} fet.\n\n    \u00b6 Moreouer he sayde to god Appolo\n    \u00b6 Desyred to haue respyte of the iugemente\n    \u00b6 Of Colus bothe of Mynos and Pluto\n    \u00b6 So Dyana & Neptun{us} were therwith co{n}te{n}t\n    \u00b6 And yf they were dysposed to assente\n    \u00b6 That he myght come vnto his presente\n    \u00b6 He it desyred to knowe his offence\n\n    \u00b6 What say ye herto sayd Pluto to hem tweyn\n    \u00b6 wyll ye both assente that it shal be thus\n    \u00b6 ye sayd the goddesse for my parte certeyne\n    \u00b6 And I also sayd this Neptunus\n    \u00b6 I am well plesid quod this Colus\n    \u00b6 And whan they had a whyle th{us} togyd{er} spoke\n    \u00b6 Pluto commaunded the court to be broke\n\n    \u00b6 And than togeder went they in fere.\n    \u00b6 Pluto and Neptunus ledynge the goddesse\n    \u00b6 whome folowed Cerberus {with} his prysonere.\n    \u00b6 And alderlast wyth grete heuynesse.\n    \u00b6 Came I and Morpleus to the forteresse.\n    \u00b6 Of the god appolo vnto his banket.\n    \u00b6 where many goddes and goddesses met.\n\n    \u00b6 Whan Appolo se that they were come.\n    \u00b6 He was ryght glad & prayed theym to syt.\n    \u00b6 Nay sayd Dyana this is all and some.\n    \u00b6 ye shall me pardone I shall not syt yet.\n    \u00b6 I shall fyrste know why Colus abyde.\n    \u00b6 And what execucyon shall on hym be doo\n    \u00b6 For his offence / well sayd Appollo.\n\n    \u00b6 Madame ye shall haue all your plesere.\n    \u00b6 Syth that it wyll none otherwyse be.\n    \u00b6 But fyste I pray you let me {the} mater here\n    \u00b6 why he is brought in this perplexyte.\n    \u00b6 well sayd Pluto that shall ye sone se.\n    \u00b6 And gan to declare euen by and by.\n    \u00b6 Bothe theyr complayntes ordynatly.\n\n    \u00b6 And whan Appolo had herd the reporte\n    \u00b6 Of Pluto in a maner smylynge he sayd.\n    \u00b6 I se well Colus thou hast small comforte.\n    \u00b6 Thy selfe to excuse thou mayst be dysmayde\u00b7\n    \u00b6 For to here so grete co{m}pleyntes ayen the layd\n    \u00b6 And notwythstondyng if thou can say ought\n    \u00b6 For thyne own wele say and tary nought\n\n    \u00b6 Nota\n\n    \u00b6 Forsoth sayd Colus yf I had respyte.\n    \u00b6 Hereto an answere cowd I counterfete.\n    \u00b6 But to haue her grace more is my delyte.\n    \u00b6 wherfore I pray you all for me entrete.\n    That I may by your req{ue}st her gode grace gete\n    \u00b6 And what payn or greef ye for me prouyde\n    \u00b6 wythout ony grutchyng I shall it abyde.\n\n    \u00b6 Lo good dame sayd god Appollo.\n    \u00b6 what may he do more but sew to your grace.\n    \u00b6 Beholde how the teres from his eyen goo.\n    \u00b6 It is satysfaction half for his trespace.\n    \u00b6 Now gloryo{us} goddes shew your petio{us} face\n    \u00b6 To this pore prysoner at my request.\n    \u00b6 All we for youre honour thynke thus is best.\n\n    \u00b6 And yf it lyke you to do in thys wyse.\n    \u00b6 And so to foryeue hym clerely his offence.\n    \u00b6 One thynge surely I wyll you promyse.\n    \u00b6 If he ought rebell and make resystence\n    \u00b6 Or dysobey vnto your sentence.                        Original has\n    \u00b6 For euery tree that he maketh fall.                   sencence\n    \u00b6 Out of the erthe an /C/ ryse shall.                   instead of\n                                                            sentence\n    \u00b6 Soo that youre game shall not dyscrease\n    \u00b6 For lacke of shade i dare vndertake\n    \u00b6 well syr Appolo sayd she than wyll I cease\n    \u00b6 Off all my rancour and mercy {with} you make\n    \u00b6 And than god Neptunus of his maner spak\n    \u00b6 Saying th{us} appolo though dyana him relese\n    \u00b6 yet shall he sue to me to haue his pease.\n\n    \u00b6 A sayd Appolo ye wende I had forgete.\n    \u00b6 You for my lady Dyana the goddesse.\n    \u00b6 Nay thynke not so for I wyll you entrete.\n    \u00b6 As well as her wythoute longe processe.\n    \u00b6 wyll ye agre that Phebus your maystresse.\n    \u00b6 May haue the guydyng of your varyaunce.\n    \u00b6 I shall abyde quod he / her ordynaunce.\n\n    \u00b6 Wel than quod appolo I pray you godd{i}s all\n    \u00b6 And goddesses that ben here presente.\n    \u00b6 That ye companable wyll aborde falle.\n    \u00b6 Nay than sayd Othea it is not conuenyente.\n    \u00b6 A dew ordre in euery place is expedyente.\n    \u00b6 To be hadde wherfore ye may not lette.\n    \u00b6 To be your own marshal at your own ba{n}ket\n\n    \u00b6 And whan appolo se it wolde none other be\n    \u00b6 He called to hym Aurora the goddesse.\n    \u00b6 And sayd though ye wepe ye shall before me.\n    \u00b6 Ay kepe your course and put yourself in p{re}sse\n    \u00b6 Soo he her set fyrste at his owne messe.\n    \u00b6 wyth her moyst clothes {with} teres all be sprey{n}t\n    \u00b6 The medewes in may shew therof her co{m}plei{n}t\n\n    \u00b6 Next her sat Mars myghty god and strong\n    \u00b6 wyth a flamme of fyre enuyroned all about             Original has\n    \u00b6 A crown of yron on his hede a spere i{n} his ho{n}d   aboeut\n    \u00b6 It semed by his che{re} as he wold haue fought.       instead of\n    \u00b6 And next vnto hym as I perceyue mought.               about\n    \u00b6 Sat {the} goddesse Dyana in a mantell fyne.\n    \u00b6 Of black sylke purfyled {with} poudred ermine\n\n    \u00b6 Lyke as he had take {the} mantell & the rynge\n    \u00b6 And next vnto her arayed roally.\n    \u00b6 Sat the god Iupyter in his demenynge.\n    \u00b6 Full sad and wyse he semed sykerly.\n    \u00b6 A crowne of tynne stood on his hede.\n    \u00b6 And that I recorde of all phylosophers.\n    \u00b6 {that} lytyll store of Coyne kepe in her cofres.\n\n    \u00b6 Ioyned to hy{m} in syttyng next there was\n    \u00b6 The goddesse Iuno full rychely besene.\n    \u00b6 In a sercote {that} shone as bryght as glas\n    Of goldsmyth werk {with} spa{n}gles wrought beden{e}\n    \u00b6 Of royall ryches wanted she none I wene.\n    \u00b6 And next to her sat the god saturne.\n    \u00b6 That oft syth causeth many one to morne.\n\n    \u00b6 But he was clad me thought straungely\n    \u00b6 For of froste & snowe was all his aray.\n    \u00b6 In his honde he helde a fawchon all blody\n    \u00b6 It semed by his chere as he wold make a frai\n    \u00b6 A baudryck of Isykles about his necke gaye\n    \u00b6 He had and aboue on hygh on his hede.\n    \u00b6 Couchid {with} hayl sto{n}es he wered a crou{n} of lede\n\n    \u00b6 And nexte in ordre was set by his syde.\n    \u00b6 Ceres the goddesse in a garmente.\n    \u00b6 Of sacke cloth made {with} sleues large & wyde\n    \u00b6 Embrowdered wyth sheues and sycles bent\n    \u00b6 Of all maner greynes she sealed {the} patente.\n    \u00b6 In token {that} she was goddes of corne.\n    \u00b6 Olde Poetes saye she beryth the heruest horn\n\n    \u00b6 Then was there set the god cupydo\u00b7\n    \u00b6 All fresshe & galaunte and costly in aray.\n    \u00b6 Wyth ouches and rynges he was beset so.\n    \u00b6 {the} paleys therof shon as though it had be day\n    \u00b6 A kerchyff of plesau{n}s stood ouer his helm ay\n    \u00b6 The goddesse Ceres he loked in the face.\n    \u00b6 And wyth one arme he her dyde enbrace.\n\n    \u00b6 Next to Cupido in order by and by\n    \u00b6 Of wordly wysdum sat the forteresse.\n    \u00b6 Called Othea chyef grounde of polycy.\n    \u00b6 Reuler of knyghthode of prudence {the} goddes\n    \u00b6 Clad all in purpure was she more & lesse.\n    \u00b6 Saaf on her hede a crowne there stode.\n    \u00b6 Couched wyth perles oryent fyne & good.\n\n    \u00b6 And nexte to her was god Pluto set\n    \u00b6 Wyth a derke myste enuyrond al about.\n    \u00b6 His clothy was made of a smoky net.\n    \u00b6 His colour was bothe wythin & wythoute.\n    \u00b6 Foule / derke & dy{m}me his eyen grete & stoute.\n    \u00b6 Of fyre & sulfure all his odoure wase.\n    \u00b6 That wo was me whyle I beheld his face\n\n    \u00b6 Fortune the goddesse {with} her perty face.\n    \u00b6 Was vnto Pluto next in order sette.\n    \u00b6 Varyant she was ay in shorte space.\n    \u00b6 Her whele was redy to turne wythout let.\n    \u00b6 Her gowne was of gawdy grene clamelet.\n    \u00b6 Chaungeable of sondry dyuerse colours.\n    \u00b6 To {the} condycyons accordy{n}g to her shoures\n\n    \u00b6 And by her sat thoughe he vnworthy were.\n    \u00b6 The rewde god Pan of shepherdes {that} gyde\n    \u00b6 Clad in russet frese & breched lyke a bere.\n    \u00b6 Wyth a grete terbox hangyng by his syde.\n    \u00b6 A shepcrok in his ho{n}d he spared for no pryde.\n    \u00b6 And by his fete lay a prekered curre.\n    \u00b6 He rateled in {the} throte as he had {the} murre.\n\n    \u00b6 Isys the goddes bare hym company.\n    \u00b6 For at the table next she sat by his syde.\n    \u00b6 In a close kyrtell embrowdered curyously\n    \u00b6 {with} braunches and leues brood large & wyde.\n    \u00b6 Grene as any grasse in {the} somer tyde.\n    \u00b6 Of all maner frute she had the gouernaunce\n    \u00b6 Of fauours odyferous was her sustynauns\n\n    \u00b6 Next to her than was god Neptunus set.\n    \u00b6 He sauoured lyke a fyssher of hy{m} i spak before\n    \u00b6 It semed by his clothes as they had be wet.\n    About hy{m} i{n} his gyrdelsted hi{n}g fysshes mani a xx\n    \u00b6 Of his straunge aray merueyled I sore.\n    \u00b6 A shyp wyth a top and sayle was hys creste.\n    \u00b6 Me thought he was gayly dysgysed at {the} fest.\n\n    \u00b6 Than toke mynerue the goddes her sete.\n    \u00b6 Ioyntly to Neptunus all in curas cladde.\n    \u00b6 Gau{n}telettis on ho{n}des & sabatou{n}s on her fete\n    \u00b6 She loked about as though she had be mad.\n    \u00b6 An hamer and a sythe on her hede she hadde\n    \u00b6 She wered two bokelers one by her syde.\n    \u00b6 that other ye wote were this was al her prid\n\n    \u00b6 Tha{n} cam {the} god bach{us} & by her set hy{m} doun\n    \u00b6 Holdynge in his honde a cuppe full of wyne.\n    \u00b6 Of grene vyne leues he wered a Ioly croun\n    \u00b6 He was clad in clustres of grapes gode & fine\n    \u00b6 A garlonde of yuy he chose for his sygne.\n    \u00b6 On his hede he had a thredbare ke{n}dall hode.\n    \u00b6 A gymlot and a fauset therupon stode.\n\n    \u00b6 Next hym sat phebus wyth her colour pale.\n    \u00b6 Fat she was of face but of complexon feynte.\n    She sayd she rewled Neptun{us} & made hy{m} bayl\n    \u00b6 And ones in {the} monthe {with} pheb{us} was she mei{n}t\n    \u00b6 Also ne were she Ceres were ateynte\n    \u00b6 Thus she sat & tolde the myght of her nature\n    \u00b6 & on her hede she wered a croun of siluer pure\n\n    \u00b6 Ioyntly to her Marcuryus toke his see.\n    \u00b6 As came to his cours wytnesse the zodyake.\n    \u00b6 He had a gylden tonge as fyll for his degree\n    \u00b6 In eloquence of langage he passed al {the} pake\n    \u00b6 For in his talkyng no man coud fynde lake\n    \u00b6 A box wyth quycksyluer he had in his honde /\n    \u00b6 Multyplyers know it wel in euery londe\n\n    \u00b6 By hym sat dame Ven{us} {with} colour crystalline\n    \u00b6 Whos long here shone as wyre of gold bry{gh}t\n    \u00b6 Cryspe was her skyn her eyen columbyne\n    \u00b6 Rauysshed myne herte her chere was so ly{gh}t\n    \u00b6 Patrones of plesau{n}ce be named wel she my{gh}t\n    \u00b6 A smocke was her wede garnysshed curyusli\n    \u00b6 But all other she had a wanton eye\n\n    \u00b6 On her hede she wered a red coper crowne\n    \u00b6 A nosegay she had made ful plesauntly\n    \u00b6 Bytwene her & aurora Apollo set hym doune\n    \u00b6 Wyth his beames bryght he shone so ferue{n}tly\n    \u00b6 That he therwyth gladyd al {the} company\n    \u00b6 A crown of pure gold was on his hede set\n    \u00b6 In syne {that} he was mayster & lorde of {that} banket\n            \u00b6 Nota\n    \u00b6 Thus was the table set round aboute\n    \u00b6 Wyth goddes & goddesses as i haue you told\n    \u00b6 Awaytyng on the bord was a grete route\n    \u00b6 Of sage phylosophers & poetes many fold\n    \u00b6 There was sad Sychero & Arystotle olde\n    \u00b6 Tholome Dorothe wyth Dyogenes\n    \u00b6 Plato Myssehala and wyse Socrates\n\n    \u00b6 Sortes & Saph[y]r{us} {with} hermes stode behynd\n    \u00b6 Auycen & Aueroys wyth hem were in fere\n    \u00b6 Galyen & ypocras that physyk haue in mynd\n    \u00b6 wyth help of Esculapyo{n} toward he{m} drow ner\n    \u00b6 Vyrgyle Orace Ouyd and Omere\n    \u00b6 Euclyde and albert yaue her attendaunce\n    \u00b6 To do the godds & goddesses plesaunce\n\n    \u00b6 Horeberded Orphe{us} was there {with} his harpe.\n    \u00b6 And as a poyt musycal made he melody\n    Other mi{n}stral had ther non saf Pan ga{n} to carpe\n    \u00b6 Of his leud bagpyp which caused {the} compani\n    \u00b6 To law yet many mo ther we{re} yf i shuld not ly\n    \u00b6 Som yong som old both better and werse\n    \u00b6 But mo of theyr names can I not reherce\n\n    \u00b6 Of al maner deyntes there was habu{n}dau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 Of metes & drynkes foyson plenteuous\n    \u00b6 In cam Dyscord to haue varyaunce\n    \u00b6 But there was no roum to set her i{n} that hous\n    \u00b6 The goddis remembred the scysme odious\n    \u00b6 Among the thre goddesses {that} she had wrought       Original has\n    \u00b6 At the fest of Peleus wherfore they thought           he instead\n                                                            of she\n    \u00b6 They wold not {with} her dele in a venture\n    \u00b6 Lest she hem brought to som inconuenyente\n    \u00b6 She seyng this was wroth out of mesure\n    \u00b6 And in that grete wrath out of {the} paleyse we{n}t\n    \u00b6 Say{n}g to herself that chere shuld thei repent\n    \u00b6 And anone {with} Attropes happed she to mete.\n    \u00b6 As he had ben a gost came in a wy{n}dy{n}g shete\n\n    \u00b6 She toke hym by {the} hond & rowned in his ere\n    \u00b6 And told hy{m} of the banket {that} was so delycate.\n    How she was receyued & what chere she had {the}re\n    \u00b6 And how euery god sat in his astate\n    \u00b6 Is it thus q{uo}d attropos what in {the} deuyls date\n    \u00b6 Well he sayd I se well how the game goth\n    \u00b6 Ones yet for your sake shal I make he{m} wroth\n\n    \u00b6 And whan she had hym al togyder told\n    \u00b6 From her he departed & of her toke his leue /\n    \u00b6 Sayng {that} for her sake his way take he wolde\n    \u00b6 In to the paleys his maters to meue\n    \u00b6 And or he thens went he trowed he{m} to greue.\n    \u00b6 Wyth such tydynges as he wold hem tel\n    \u00b6 So forth he went & spake wordes fell\n\n    \u00b6 Whan he came in the p{re}sence of {the} goddis [a]lle\n    \u00b6 As he had ben mad he loked hym a bout\n    \u00b6 His shete from his body downe he let fall\n    \u00b6 And on a reud maner he saluted al the route\n    \u00b6 Wyth a bold voys spekyng wordes stoute\n    \u00b6 But he spake all holow as it had ben one\n    \u00b6 Had spoke in a nother world {that} had wo begon\n\n    \u00b6 He stode forth boldly {with} grym countenau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 Sayng on this wyse as ye shal here\n    \u00b6 All ye goddes yeue attendaunce\n    \u00b6 Vnto my wordes {with}out all daungere\n    \u00b6 Remembre how ye made me your offycere\n    \u00b6 Al tho wyth my darte fynally to chastyse\n    \u00b6 That {thou} dysobeyed or wolde your law dyspise\n\n    \u00b6 And for the more surete seiled my patent\n    \u00b6 Gyuyng me full power so to ocupy\n    \u00b6 Wherto I haue enployed myn entent\n    \u00b6 And that can dame Nature testefy\n    \u00b6 If she be examyned she wyll not it denye\n    \u00b6 For whan she forsakyth ony creature\n    \u00b6 I am al redy to take hy{m} to my cure\n\n    \u00b6 Thus haue I deuly wyth al mi dylygence.\n    \u00b6 Executed the offyce of olde antyquyte\n    \u00b6 To me by you grau{n}ted by your comyn se{n}tece\n    \u00b6 For I spared none hygh nor low degre\n    \u00b6 So that on my parte no faute hath be\n    \u00b6 For as sone as ony to me commytted was\n    \u00b6 I smote hy{m} to {the} hert he had none other grace\n\n    \u00b6 Ector of Troy for al his cheualry\n    \u00b6 Alexander the grete & myghty conqueroure\n    \u00b6 Iulyus Cezar {with} al his companye\n    \u00b6 Dauyd nor Iosue nor worthy Artur\n    \u00b6 Charlis the noble that was so gret of honour\n    \u00b6 Nor Iudas Machabee for al his trew herte\n    \u00b6 Nor Godfrey of Boleyn coud me not asterte\n\n    \u00b6 Nabugodonozor for al his grete pryde\n    \u00b6 Nor the kyng of Egypt cruel Pharao\n    \u00b6 Iason ne Hercules went they neuer so wyde.\n    \u00b6 Cosdras Hanyball nor gentyll Sypyo\u00b7\n    \u00b6 Cyrus Achylles nor many another mo\n    \u00b6 For fayr nor foule gat of me no grace\n    \u00b6 But al be at {the} last I seased hem {with} my mace.\n\n    \u00b6 Thus haue I brought euery creature\n    \u00b6 To an ende both man fysshe foule and best\n    And euery other thyng in whome dame nature\n    \u00b6 Hath ony Iurysdyccion eyther most or lest\n    \u00b6 Except oonly one in whome your be hest\n    \u00b6 Is to me broke for ye me promysed\n    That my myght of non{e} shold haue be dyspysed\n\n    \u00b6 Wherof the contrary daoe I well a uow                 Original has\n    \u00b6 Is trew for one there is that wyl not apply           aontrary\n    \u00b6 Vnto my correction nor in no wyse bow                 instead of\n    \u00b6 To the dynt of my darte for dole nor desteny\u00b7         contrary\n    \u00b6 What comfort he hath nor the cause why\n    \u00b6 That he so rebellyth I can not thynk of ry{gh}t       Original has\n    But yf ye hy{m} grau{n}ted your alders saf condyght.    yot instead\n                                                            of not\n    \u00b6 And yf he so haue than do ye not as goddis.\n    \u00b6 For a goddys wrytyng may not reuersed be.\n    \u00b6 Yf it shold I wold not gyue you ii pesecodd{i}s\n    \u00b6 For grau{n}t of your patent of offyce nere of fee.    Original has\n    \u00b6 Wherefore in this mater do me equyte                  gra{n}ut\n    \u00b6 Accerdi{n}g to my patent for tyl this be do           instead of\n    \u00b6 Ye haue no more my seruyse nor my gode wyl            grau{n}t\n\n    \u00b6 And whan al the goddis had attropos hered\n    \u00b6 As they had ben wode brayd vp attones\n    \u00b6 & sayd they wold not rest tyll he were conq{ue}red\n    \u00b6 Taken and dystroyed body blode and bones\n    \u00b6 And that they swere grete othes for {the} nonis\n    \u00b6 Her lav to dyspyce that was so malapert\n    \u00b6 They sayd he shuld be taught for to be so pert\n\n    \u00b6 Wel sayd Appollo yf he on erth be\n    \u00b6 wyth my brennyng chare I shall hy{m} co{n}found\n    \u00b6 In feyth quod neptunus & he kepe these\n    \u00b6 He may be well sure he shall be drownd\n    \u00b6 A syr sayd Mars this haue we wel found\n    \u00b6 That ony dysubeyed oure goodly precept\n    \u00b6 We may well thynk we haue to long slept\n\n    \u00b6 But neuertheles where I may hym fynd\n    \u00b6 wyth thu{n}d{er} & lyghtning about I shall hy{m} chase\n    \u00b6 And I quod Saturnus before and behynd.\n    \u00b6 {with} my bytte cold shall shew hy{m} harde grace\n    \u00b6 well sayd Mercuryus yf I may se his face.\n    \u00b6 For euer of his spech I shall hym depryue             Original has\n    \u00b6 So that hym were better dede than alyue               depryur\n                                                            instead of\n    \u00b6 Ye quod Othea yet may he well be                      depryue\n    \u00b6 In the eyr where he wyll & ax you no leue\n    \u00b6 wherfore my counseyl is that all we\n    \u00b6 May entrete Neptun{us} his rancour foryeue.           Original has\n    \u00b6 And than I dout not Colus wyl hy{m} myscheue          rahcour\n    \u00b6 So may ye be sure he soal you not escape              instead of\n    \u00b6 & ellis of you anger he wyll make but a iape.         rancour\n\n    \u00b6 But for to tel you how Colus was brought.\n    \u00b6 In daungere of Pluto yet had I forget\n    \u00b6 wherfore on this mater forther wyl I nou{gh}t.\n    \u00b6 Procede tyll I therof haue knowlege you let\n    \u00b6 It befell on a day the weder was wete\n    \u00b6 And Colus thought he wold on his dysport.\n    \u00b6 Goo t[u] reioyse his spyrytis and comforte\n\n    \u00b6 He thought he wold se what was in {the} grou{n}d\n    \u00b6 And in a krauers forth he gan hym dresse\n    \u00b6 A drough had the erthe late before found.\n    \u00b6 That caused it to chyne & krauy more & lesse /\n    \u00b6 Sodenly by wete constreyned by duresse\n    \u00b6 Was the ground to close his sup{er}fycyall face.\n    \u00b6 So streyt that to scape col{us} had noo space\n\n    \u00b6 This seyng Colus be styll wythin abode.\n    \u00b6 Seky{n}g where he my{gh}t haue gene fer or nere.\n    \u00b6 A[n]one he was espyed and one to Pluto rode\n    \u00b6 And told hy{m} how Colus was in his dau{n}gere.\n    \u00b6 Than sayd he to Cerber{us} fet me {that} prysonere /\n    \u00b6 Tyl I haue hy{m} sene let hy{m} not go at large /\n    \u00b6 As {the} wylt answere of hem I yeue the charge\n\n    \u00b6 Thus was this Colus take prysonere\n    \u00b6 Than happed it so that the sa[m]e day                 Original has\n    \u00b6 Pluto had prefyxed for a grete mater                  thh instead\n    \u00b6 Mynos to syt in his robe of Ray                       of the\n    \u00b6 Wherfore Cerber{us} toke the next way\n    \u00b6 And led hy{m} to the place where the court shalbe\n    \u00b6 where I told you Morpleus brought me\n\n    \u00b6 So thyder c[a]me Dya[n]a caryed in carre\n    \u00b6 To make her compleynt as I told you all\n    \u00b6 And so dyd Neptunus {that} doth make and mar\n    \u00b6 Walewyng {with} his wawys & to{m}blyng as a ball\n    \u00b6 Her matters they meued fal what may befall\n    \u00b6 There was the fyrst syght {that} euer I them saw\n    \u00b6 And yf I neuer do eft I care not a straw\n\n    \u00b6 But now to my matter retourne agayn\n    \u00b6 And tu begyn new where I left.\n    \u00b6 whan al the goddis had done her besy payne.\n    \u00b6 The way to contryue how it shuld be reft\n    \u00b6 Of his lyf Attropos had no cause eft\n    \u00b6 To co{m}pleyn than Phebus stert vpon her fete /\n    \u00b6 And sayd I pray you let me speke a word yet\n\n    \u00b6 Othea menyth wel to say on this wyse\n    \u00b6 But al to entret Neptun{us} i hope shal not nede\n    \u00b6 Me semyth I alone durst take {that} entesprise.\n    \u00b6 Er I am begyled or ellis I shal spede                 Original has\n    \u00b6 How say ye Neptunus shal I do this dede.              ellie\n    \u00b6 Wy[l] ye your rancour seale at my request             instead of\n    \u00b6 Madame quod he reule me as ye lykyth best             ellis\n\n    \u00b6 Gr[a]mercy sayd she of your good wyll\n    \u00b6 That it pleysyth you to shew me that fauorus\n    \u00b6 Wherfore the goddys hygh pleysur to fulfyll\n    \u00b6 Performe my desyre & leue al olde rancoure\n    \u00b6 For our elders wele & sauyng of oure honour\n    \u00b6 Agayn this colus that ye long haue had\n    \u00b6 It is done quod he forsoth than am I gladd\n\n    \u00b6 Sayd he now than Colus be {thou} to vs trewe\n    \u00b6 Kepe well the eyr and oure grete rebell\n    \u00b6 May we than sone euer to vs subdew\n    \u00b6 Yes and that quod Colus shall here tell\n    \u00b6 Nowhere in the eyr shall he rest nor dwel\n    \u00b6 If he do therof put me in the faute\n    \u00b6 Wyth my bytter blastes so shal I hy{m} asaut\n\n    \u00b6 What sayd the god Pluto what is his name.\n    \u00b6 That thus presumyth agayn vs to rebell\n    \u00b6 Vertu quod attropes {that} haue he mykyl shame\n    \u00b6 He is neuer confou{n}ded thus of hy{m} here I tell\n    \u00b6 A sayd this pluto in dede I know hy{m} wel\n    \u00b6 He hath ben euer myn vtter ennemye                    Original has\n    \u00b6 Wherfore this mater agayn hy{m} take wyll I           Ho instead\n                                                            of He\n    \u00b6 For all the baytes {that} we for hym haue layde\n    \u00b6 Wythout my helpe be not worth a pere\n    \u00b6 For though ye all the contrary had sayd\n    \u00b6 yet wold he brede right nigh your althris ere\n    \u00b6 No maner of thynge can hym hurt or dere\n    \u00b6 Saue only a sone of my bastard\n    \u00b6 Whos name is vice he kepyth my vawarad.\n\n    \u00b6 Wherfore you Cerber{us} now I the charge\n    \u00b6 Of Colus & wyl that thou heder fet\n    \u00b6 My dere sone Vyce & say that I hy{m} charge.\n    \u00b6 That he to me come without ony let\n    \u00b6 Armed at all poyntes for a day is set\n    \u00b6 That he {with} Vertu for al {the} goddis sake\n    \u00b6 In our defence must on hym batayl take.\n\n    \u00b6 Forth then went Cerberus {with} his fyry chein\n    \u00b6 Brought thyd{er} vyce as he co{m}mau{n}ded was\n    \u00b6 Agayn noble Vertu {that} batayl to dercygne\n    \u00b6 On a glydy{n}g serpent rydy{n}ge a grete pace\n    \u00b6 Formed lyke a dragon scaled hard as glas\n    \u00b6 whoos mouth flammed fyre {with}out fayll\n    \u00b6 wyng{i}s had it serpentyne & a long tayll\n\n    \u00b6 Armed was vyce all in cure boyll\n    \u00b6 Harde as horne blacker fer than sute\n    \u00b6 An vngoodly sort folowed hym perde\n    \u00b6 Of vnhappy capteyns of myschyfe crop & rot\n    \u00b6 Pryde was the fyrst {that} next hy{m} rode god wote\n    \u00b6 On a roryng Lyon next whom{e} came Enuye\n    \u00b6 Syttyng on wolfe he had a scornful eye\n\n    \u00b6 Wrath bestrode a wyld bore & next hy{m} ga{n} ride.\n    \u00b6 In his hond he bare a blody swerd\n    \u00b6 Next whom cam couetise {that} goth so fer & wide\n    \u00b6 Rydy{n}g on a Olyfau{n}t as he had ben a ferd\n    \u00b6 After whom rode Gloteny wyth his fat berd\n    \u00b6 Syttyng on a bere wyth his grete bely\n    \u00b6 And next hy{m} on a gote folowed Lechery\n\n    \u00b6 Sloth was so slepy he came all behynd\n    \u00b6 On a dull asse a full wery pase\n    \u00b6 Thyse were {the} capteins that vyce coud fynde\n    \u00b6 Best to set his feld & folow on the chase\n    \u00b6 As for pety capteyns many mo there was\n    \u00b6 As sacrylege symony & dyssymulacyon\n    \u00b6 Manslaughter mordre theft & extorcyon\n\n    \u00b6 Arrogau{n}ce Presu{m}pcyon wyth contumaci             Original has\n    \u00b6 Conte{m}pcyon Co{n}tempt & Inobedyence                contumact\n    \u00b6 Maly[s]e Frowardnes grete Ielasy                      instead of\n    \u00b6 wodnes Hate Stryf and Impacyence                      contumaci\n    \u00b6 Vnkyndnes Opp{re}ssyon {with} wofull neglyge{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 Murmur Myschef Falshod & detraccyon\n    \u00b6 Vsury Periury Ly and adulacyon\n\n    \u00b6 Wrong Rauyne Sturdy vyolence\n    \u00b6 Fals Iugement {with} Obstynacyon\n    \u00b6 Dysceyt Dronknes & Improuydence.\n    \u00b6 Boldnes in yll {with} foule and Rybaudy.\n    \u00b6 Fornycacyon Incest and Auoutry\n    \u00b6 Vnshamfastnes {with} Prodygalyte\n    \u00b6 Blasfeme vaynglory & worldly vanyte\n\n    \u00b6 Ignorau{n}ce Dyffydence {with} Ipocrysy\n    \u00b6 Scysme Rancour Debate and Offence\n    \u00b6 Heresy Errour {with} Idolatry.\n    \u00b6 New fangylnes and sotyll false Pretence\n    \u00b6 I{n}ordynat desyre of worldly excellence\n    \u00b6 Fayned pouerte wyth apostasy\n    \u00b6 Dysclaunder scorn & vnkynd Ielousy\n\n    \u00b6 Hoordom baudry false mayntenaunce\n    \u00b6 Treyson abusyon and pety brybry\n    \u00b6 Vsurpacyon {with} horryble vengaunce\n    \u00b6 Came alder last of that company\n    \u00b6 All thyse pety capetayns folowed by and by.\n    \u00b6 Shewyng theymself in the paleyse wyde\n    \u00b6 And say they were redy that batayl to abyde\n\n    \u00b6 Idylnes set the comyns in aray\n    \u00b6 Without the palayse on a fayr felde\n    \u00b6 But there was an ost for to make a fray\n    \u00b6 I trow suche a nother neuer man beheld\n    \u00b6 Many was the wepyn among he{m} {that} they weld\n    \u00b6 What they were {that} came to that dysporte\n    \u00b6 I shall you declare of many a sondry sort\n\n    \u00b6 There were bosters crakers & brybours\n    \u00b6 Praters sasers strechers and wrythers\n    \u00b6 Shamefull shakelers soleyn slauedours\n    \u00b6 Oppressours of people and myghty crakers\n    \u00b6 Mayntenours of quarels horryble lyers\n    \u00b6 Theues traytours {with} false heretykes\n    \u00b6 Charmars sorcerers & many scysmatykes.\n\n    \u00b6 Preuy symonyakes wyth false vsurers\n    \u00b6 Multyplyers coyn wasshers & clyppers\n    \u00b6 Wrong vsurpers wyth grete extorcyoners\n    \u00b6 Bacbyters Glosers and fayre flaterers.\n    \u00b6 Malycyous murmurers with grete claterers\n    \u00b6 Tregetours Tryfelers Feyners of tales\u00b7\n    \u00b6 Lastyuous lurdeyns and Pykers of malys.\n\n    \u00b6 Rouners Vagabundes Forgers & lesingis.\n    \u00b6 Robbers Reuers Rauenous Ryfelers.\n    \u00b6 Choppers of Chyrches Fynders of tydynges\n    \u00b6 Merrers of maters and mony makers.\n    \u00b6 Stalkers by nyght wyth Euysdroppers.\n    \u00b6 Fyghters Brawlers Brekers of louedayes\n    \u00b6 Getters Chyders Causers of frayes.\n\n    \u00b6 Tytyuyllis Tyrau{n}tis {with} Tourmentours.\n    \u00b6 Corsyd apostatis Relygyous dyssymulers:\n    \u00b6 Closshers Carders wyth comon hasardours.\n    \u00b6 Tyburne colops and Purskytters.\n    \u00b6 Pylary knyghtys double tollyng Myllers.\n    \u00b6 Gay Ioly tapters {with} hostelers of the stewes.\n    \u00b6 Hores and Bawdes that many bale brewes\n\n    \u00b6 Bold blasfemers wyth false Ipocrytes.\n    \u00b6 Brothellers Brokers abhomynable swerers.\n    \u00b6 Dryuylls Dastardes dyspysers of ryghtis\n    \u00b6 Homycydes Poyseners & comon morderers\n    \u00b6 Scoldis Caytyues Comberous clappers.\n    \u00b6 Idolatres Enchauntors {with} false regenates.\n    \u00b6 Sotyl ambydextrys and sekeers of debatis.\n\n    \u00b6 Pseudo Prophetes false Sodemytes.\n    \u00b6 Quesmers of chyldren wyth fornycatours.\n    \u00b6 wetewoldes that suffre syn in their syghtis.\n    \u00b6 Auoutrers and abhomynable auauntours.\n    \u00b6 Of syn grete clappers & makers of clamours\n    \u00b6 Vnthryftes & vnlustes came al to that game\n    \u00b6 {with} lusk{i}s & loselis {that} might not thryue for sham{e}\n\n    \u00b6 These were the comons {that} came thid{er} {that} day.\n    \u00b6 Redy bowne in batayl Vertu to abyde.\n    \u00b6 Apollo theym beholdyng began to say\u00b7\n    \u00b6 To the goddys & goddesses beyng there {that} tid{e}\n    \u00b6 Me semyth conuenyent an herowd to ryde\n    \u00b6 To Vertu & byd{e} hy{m} to batayl make hy{m} boune\n    \u00b6 Hy{m}self to defend forsoth it shal be sone.\n\n    \u00b6 And let hym not be sodeynly take.\n    \u00b6 All dyspur[u]eyed or that he beware.\n    \u00b6 For than shold our dyshonour awake.\n    \u00b6 If he were cowardly take in a snare.\n    \u00b6 Ee quod Vyce for that haue I no care.\n    \u00b6 I wyll auauntage take where I may.\n    \u00b6 That heryng Morpleus p{re}uely stale away.\n\n    \u00b6 And went to warne Vertu of al this afray.\n    \u00b6 And bad hy{m} awake and make hymself strong\n    \u00b6 For he was lyke to endure that daye.\n    \u00b6 A grete mortall shoure er it were euensonge.\n    \u00b6 {with} Vyce wherfore he bad hym not longe.\n    \u00b6 Tary to send after more socoure.\n    \u00b6 If he dyde it shold torne hym to dolour.\n\n    \u00b6 And brefely the mater to he declared.\n    \u00b6 Lyke as ye haue herd begynnyng and ende.\n    \u00b6 Well quod Vertu he shall not be spared\n    \u00b6 To the feld I wyl go how it wende.\n    \u00b6 But gramercy Morple{us} myn own dere fre{n}de\n    \u00b6 Of your trew hert & faythfull entente.\n    \u00b6 That ye in this mat{er} to meward haue ment.\n\n    \u00b6 This done Morpleus departed away.\n    \u00b6 Fro Vertu to the palayse retorny{n}g agayn.\n    \u00b6 None hym aspyed that I dare well say.\n    \u00b6 In whych tyme Vertu dyde his besy payn\n    \u00b6 People to reyse his quarell to maynteyn.\n    \u00b6 Ymagynacyon was his messengere.\n    \u00b6 He went to warne people both fer & nere.\n\n    \u00b6 And bad hem come in all hast they myght\n    \u00b6 For to strength Vertu for wyth out fayll.\n    \u00b6 He sayd he shold haue long or it were nyght.\n    \u00b6 Wyth Vyce to do a myghty strong batayl.\n    \u00b6 Of vngracyo{us} gestes he bryngyth a gret tayll\n    \u00b6 Wherfore it behouyth to help at this nede.\n    \u00b6 And after this shal Vertu rewar yo{re} mede\n\n    \u00b6 Whan ymagynacyon had gone his cyrcuyte\n    \u00b6 To Vertue & frendis thus all about.\n    \u00b6 Wythin short tyme many men of myght\n    \u00b6 Gadered to Vertu in all that they myght.\n    \u00b6 They hym comforted & bad hy{m} put no doute.\n    \u00b6 His vtter enmy Vyce to ouerthrowe.\n    \u00b6 Thoughe he {with} hy{m} brou{gh}t neuer so gret arow  Original has\n                                                            h instead of\n    \u00b6 And whan Vertu se the sustau{n}ce of his oost         he\n    \u00b6 He prayed all the comons to the feld hem hye\n    \u00b6 Wyth her pety capteyns both lest and moste\n    \u00b6 And wyth his capteyns shold folow redely.\n    \u00b6 For he sayd he knew well {that} vyce was ful nye.\n    \u00b6 And who myght fyrst of {the} feld recouer {the} ce{n}tre\n    \u00b6 Wold kepe out {that} other he shuld not esely e{n}tre\n\n    \u00b6 Then sent he forth Baptym to {the} feld before\n    \u00b6 And prayed hym hartely it to ouerse\u00b7\n    \u00b6 That no maner trayn nor coltrop therin wor{e}         Original has\n    \u00b6 To noy nor hurt hym nor his meyne.                    cotlrop\n    \u00b6 And whan he thyder came he began to se.               instead of\n    \u00b6 How Vyce his purseua[u]nt cryme orygynall.            coltrop\n    \u00b6 Was entred before and had seased vp all.\n\n    \u00b6 But as sone as herof Baptym had a syght.\n    \u00b6 He fled fast away and left the feld alone.\n    \u00b6 And anone Baptym entred wyth his myght.\n    \u00b6 Serchyng al about where this crym{e} had gon{e}\n    \u00b6 But the feld was clene defaut fou{n}d he none.\n    \u00b6 Then came Vertu after with his gret oste.\n    \u00b6 And his myghty capteyns both lest and most\n\n    \u00b6 But to enfourme you how he thyder came.\n    \u00b6 And what maner capteins he to {the} feld brou{gh}t\n    \u00b6 Hymselfe sekerly was the fyrst man.\n    \u00b6 Of all his grete host {that} thyderwarde sought.\n    \u00b6 Syttyng in a chare {that} rychely was wrought.\n    \u00b6 Wyth golde and peerles & gemmes precyous.\n    \u00b6 Crowned with laurer as lord vyctoryous.\n\n    \u00b6 Foure doubty knyghtes about {the} chare went.\n    \u00b6 At euery corner one hit for to gyde.\n    \u00b6 And conuey accordyng to Vertue his entent.\n    \u00b6 At the fyrst corner was Ryghtwysnesse {that} tyde.\n    \u00b6 Prudence at the seconde was set to abyde.\n    \u00b6 At {the} thryd strength {the} fourth kept temperau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 These {the} chare gyded to Vertue his pleasau{n}ce.\n\n    \u00b6 Next to {the} chare seuen capyteyns there roode.\n    \u00b6 Echone aftre other in ordre by and by.\n    \u00b6 Humylyte was {the} fyrst a lambe he bestroode.\n    \u00b6 With contenau{n}ce demure he rood full soberly.\n    \u00b6 A fawcon gentyll stood on his helme on hy.\n    \u00b6 And next after hym came there Charyte.\n    \u00b6 Rydyng on a tygre as fyll to his degre.\n\n    \u00b6 Roody as a roose ay he kept his chere.\n    \u00b6 On his helme on hyghe a pellycan he bare.\n    \u00b6 Next whom cam pacye{n}ce {that} no where hath no pere\n    \u00b6 On a camell rydyng as voyde of all care.\n    \u00b6 A fenix on his helm stood so forth gan he fare.\n    \u00b6 Who next hym folowed but lyberalyte.\n    \u00b6 Syteng on a dromedary {that} was both good & fre.\n\n    \u00b6 On his helm for his crest he bare on ospray.\n    \u00b6 And next after hym folowed abstynence.\n    \u00b6 Rydyng on an hete was trapure and gay.\n    \u00b6 He semed a lorde of ryght grete excellence.\n    \u00b6 A popyniay was his crest he was of gret dyffe{re}ce.\n    \u00b6 Next hym folowed chastyte on an vnicorne.\n    \u00b6 Armed at all poyntes behynde & beforne.\n\n    \u00b6 A tortyldoue he bare on hyghe for his crest.\n    \u00b6 Than came good besynesse last of {the} seuen.\n    \u00b6 Rydyng on a panter a sondry coloured best.\n    \u00b6 Gloryously beseen as he had come from heuen.\n    \u00b6 A crane on his hede stood his crest for to steuen.\n    \u00b6 All these .vii. capteyned had standardis of pryce.\n    \u00b6 Eche of hem accordy{n}g after his deuyse.\n\n    \u00b6 Many pety capteyns after these went.\n    \u00b6 As trew feyth & hope mercy pease & pyte.\n    \u00b6 Ryght trouth mekenesse {with} rood ente[n]t.\n    \u00b6 Goodnes concorde & parfyte vnyte.\n    \u00b6 Honest trewe loue with symplycyte.                    Original has\n    \u00b6 Prayer fasty{n}g preuy almysdede.                     Hoeest\n    \u00b6 Ioyned with {the} artycles of the crede.              instead of\n                                                            Honest\n    \u00b6 Confessyon contrycyon & satysfaccyon.\n    \u00b6 With sorow for synne & grete repentaunce.\n    \u00b6 Foryeuenesse of trespas {with} good dysposycyon.\n    \u00b6 Resystence of wrong performy{n}g of penance.\n    \u00b6 Holy deuocyon wyth good contynaunce\n    \u00b6 Presthode hem folowed with the sacrame{n}tis\n    \u00b6 And sadnesse alse wyth the commau{n}dementes\n\n    \u00b6 Suffraunce in trouble wyth Innocensy\n    \u00b6 Clennes contynence and virgynyte\n    \u00b6 Kyndnes reuerence {with} curteysy\n    \u00b6 Content & pleased wyth pyteous pouerte\n    \u00b6 Entendyng wel mynystryng equyte\n    \u00b6 Twene ryght & wrong hole indyfferently\n    \u00b6 And labouryng the seruyse of god to multyply\n\n    \u00b6 Refuse of ryches & worldly vaynglory\n    \u00b6 Perfeccyon wyth perfyght contemplacyon\n    \u00b6 Relygyon professyon wel kept in memory\n    \u00b6 Verry drede of god wyth holy predycacyon\n    \u00b6 Celestyall sapyence wyth gostly inspyracyon\n    \u00b6 Grace was the guyde of al this meyne\n    \u00b6 Whome folowed konnyng {with} his genealogy\n\n    \u00b6 That is to say gramer and Sophystry\n    \u00b6 Phylosophy naturall logyke and Rythoryke\n    \u00b6 Arsmetrycke geometry wyth astronomye\n    \u00b6 Canon and Cyuyll melodyous musyke\n    \u00b6 Noble Theology and corporal physyke\n    \u00b6 Moralyzayson of holy scrypture\n    \u00b6 Profound poetry and drawy{n}g of pycture\n\n    \u00b6 Thyse folowed connyng & thyd{er} wyth hin cam\n    \u00b6 Wyth many one mo offryng her seruyse\n    \u00b6 To Vertu at that nede but notwythsto{n}dy{n}g than\n    \u00b6 Some he refused and sayd in nowyse\n    \u00b6 They shuld wyth hym go & as I coud auyse\n    \u00b6 Thyse wore her names fyrst Nygro{m}mancy\n    \u00b6 Geomansy magyke and glotony\n\n    \u00b6 Adryomansy Ornomancy {with} pyromancy\n    \u00b6 Fysenomy also and pawmestry\n    \u00b6 And al her sequeles yf I shal not lye\n    \u00b6 Yet connyng prayed Vertu he wold not deny\n    \u00b6 Theym for to know nor dysdeyn his eye\n    \u00b6 On hem to loke wherto Vertu graunted\n    \u00b6 How be it in his werres ge wold not they hau{n}ted\n\n    \u00b6 So had they connyng lyghly to depart\n    \u00b6 From Vertu his feld and they seyng this\n    \u00b6 By comyn assent hyred them a carte\n    \u00b6 And made hem be caryed toward Vyce Iwys.\n    \u00b6 Fro thens forth to serue hy{m} this wold not mys\n    \u00b6 For loth they were to be maysterles\n    \u00b6 In stede of the better the worse there they ches\n\n    \u00b6 But forth to relese al the remenaunt                  Original has\n    \u00b6 Of pety capteins that wyth Vertu were                 rrmenaunt\n    \u00b6 Moderate dyet and wysdom auenant                      instead of\n    \u00b6 Euen weyght and mesure ware of contagyo{us} ge{re}    remenaunt\n    \u00b6 Loth to offend and louyng ay to lere                  Original has\n    \u00b6 Worshyp and profyte {with} myrth in maner             ann instead\n    \u00b6 Thyse pety capteyns wyth Vertu were in fere           of and\n\n    \u00b6 Comons hem folowed a grete multitude\n    \u00b6 But in came pyson to that other syde\n    \u00b6 I trow there was not brefely to conclude.\n    \u00b6 The .x. man that batayl to abyde.\n    \u00b6 Yet neuertheles I shal not from you hyde.\n    \u00b6 what maner people they were & of what secte\n    \u00b6 As nere as my wyt therto wyll me derect.\n\n    \u00b6 There were noble and famous doctours.\n    \u00b6 Example yeuers of lyuyng gracyous.\n    \u00b6 Perpetuel prestes and dyscrete confessours.\n    \u00b6 Of holy scrypture declarers fructuous.\n    \u00b6 Rebukers of syn & myscheues odyous.\n    \u00b6 Fysshers of soules & louers of clennes.\n    \u00b6 Dyspysers of veyn and worldly rychesse.\n\n    \u00b6 Peasyble prelatys Iustycyal gouernours.\n    \u00b6 Founders of chyrches wyth mercyfull peres.\n    \u00b6 Reformers of wrong of her progenytours\n    \u00b6 On peynfull pore pyteous compassyoners\n    \u00b6 well menyng marchau{n}tes {with} trew artefecers\n    \u00b6 Vyrgyns pure and also Innocentes\n    \u00b6 Hooly matrones {with} chast contynence\n\n    \u00b6 Pylgrymes & palmers {with} trew laborers\n    \u00b6 Holy heremytes goddys solycytours\n    \u00b6 Monesteryal monkes & well dysposed freres\n    \u00b6 Chanons and nonnes feyth p{ro}fessoures\n    \u00b6 Of worldly people trew coniugatours.\n    \u00b6 Louers of Cryst Confounders of yll.\n    \u00b6 And all that to godward yeue her good wyll\n\n    \u00b6 Mayntenours of ryghte verey penytentes.\n    \u00b6 Dystroyers of errour causers of vnyte.\n    \u00b6 Trew actyf lyuers that set her ententis\n    \u00b6 The dedis to performe of mercy and pyte\n    \u00b6 Contemplatyf people that desyre to be.\n    \u00b6 Salytary seruauntis vnto god alone.\n    \u00b6 Rather the{n} to habou{n}d in rychesses echone.\n\n    \u00b6 Thyse wyth many mo than I reherce can\n    \u00b6 were come thyder redy that batayl to abyde.\n    \u00b6 And take such part as fyl to Vertu than\n    \u00b6 Vyce to ouerco[m]e they hoped for al his pride        Original has\n    \u00b6 Al though he had more people on his syde              uoerco[m]e\n    \u00b6 For the men that Vertu had were ful sure.             instead of\n    \u00b6 To trust on at nede & connyng in armure               ouerco[m]e\n\n    \u00b6 Macrocosme was the name of the feld\n    \u00b6 where this grete batayll was set for to be\n    \u00b6 In the myddys therof stode co{n}syence & beheld\n    \u00b6 whyche of hem shold be brought to captyuyte\n    \u00b6 Of that noble tryu{m}ph Iuge wold he be\n    \u00b6 Synderesys sate hy{m} wythin closed as a park\n    \u00b6 {with} his table in his honde her dedys to marke.\n\n    \u00b6 To come in to the feld were hygh wayes .v.\n    \u00b6 Fre to both partyes large brode and wyde\n    \u00b6 Vertu wold not tari but highed hy{m} thyd{er} bliue\n    \u00b6 Lest he were by vyce deceyued at that tyde\n    \u00b6 Long out of the feld loth was he to abyde\n    \u00b6 In auenture that he out of it were kept.\n    For tha{n} wold he haue thou{gh}t he had{e} to long slept\n\n    \u00b6 In this mene tyme whyle Vertu th{us} p{ro}ceded\n    \u00b6 For hy{m} & his people the feld for to wynne.\n    \u00b6 He charged euery man by grace to be guyded\n    \u00b6 And al that euer myght {the} feld to enter ynne.\n    \u00b6 In all that season went orygynal synne.\n    \u00b6 To let Vyce know how Baptym {with} his hoste.\n    Had entred Macrocosme & serched euery cooste\n\n    \u00b6 A sayd Vyce I se well it is tyme.\n    \u00b6 Baners to dysplay & standardes to auaunce.\n    \u00b6 Al most to long haddest {thou} taryed cryme.\n    \u00b6 To let vs haue knolege of this purueyaunce.\n    \u00b6 yet I trow I shal lerne hem a new daunce.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore I commaund you al {with}out delaye\n    \u00b6 Toward the felde draw in all the hast ye may\n\n    \u00b6 Than sayd {the} god Pluto {that} al men my{gh}t here\n    \u00b6 Vyce I the charge as thou wylt eschew.\n    \u00b6 Our heuyous Indy{n}gnacyo{n} {thou} draw not arere\n    \u00b6 But put {the} forth boldly to ouerthrowe Vertu.\n    \u00b6 In fayth quod Attropos & I shal after sew /\n    \u00b6 For yf he escape oure hondys this day.\n    \u00b6 I tell you my seruyse haue lost for ay.\n\n    \u00b6 Forth than rode Vyce {with} al his hole strength\n    \u00b6 On his stede serpentyne as i told you byfore.\n    \u00b6 The ost that hy{m} folowed was of a grete le{n}gth.\n    \u00b6 Amo{n}g who{m} were penou{n}s & g[u]yt{er}s mani a scor{e} The next\n    \u00b6 Of hys pety capteynes he made many a kni{gh}t              line is\n    \u00b6 For they shuld not fle but manly {with} him fight          missing\n                                                                 from the\n    \u00b6 He doubed Falshod with Dyssymylacyon.                      original\n    \u00b6 Symony Vsury Wrong and Rybawdy.             The missing line reads:\n    \u00b6 Malyce Deceyt Lye wythout Extorcyon.      But as he went thederward\n    \u00b6 Periury Dyffydence and Apostasy.          I shall tell you more\n    \u00b6 Wyth boldnes in yl to bere hym company.\n    \u00b6 Thyse .xiiii. knyghtes made vyce that daye.\n    \u00b6 To wyn her spores they sayd they wold assay\n\n    \u00b6 In lyke wyse Vertu doubed on his syde:\n    \u00b6 Of pety capteyns other fourtene.\n    \u00b6 Whyche made her auou wyth hym to abyde:\n    \u00b6 Her spores wold they wy{n} {that} day shold it be sen{e} Original has\n    \u00b6 Thyse wore her names yf it be as I wene                  Hor instead\n    \u00b6 Feyth Hope & Mercy Trouth & also Ryght.                  of Her\n    \u00b6 {with} Resystence of wronge a full hardy wyghte\n\n    \u00b6 Confessyon Contrycyon wyth Satysfaction\n    \u00b6 Verrey drede of God Performy{n}g of penau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 Perfeccyon Connyng and Good dyspocision\n    \u00b6 And all knyt to Vertu they were by alyauns\n    \u00b6 Wherfore to hym they made assuraunce.\n    \u00b6 That feld to kepe as long as they myght.\n    \u00b6 And in his quarel agayn Vyce to fyght.\n\n    \u00b6 The lord of Macrocosme & rewler of {the} fee\n    \u00b6 Was called Frewyll chaunger of the chau{n}ce:\n    \u00b6 To whome Vertu sent embassatours thre\n    \u00b6 Reson dyscresyon & good reme{m}brau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 And prayed hy{m} be fauorable his honoure to e{n}ha{n}s\n    \u00b6 For but he had his fauour at {the} poynt of nede\u00b7\n    \u00b6 He stood in gret doute he coude not lightly spede.\n\n    \u00b6 In lyke wyse Vyce embassatours thre.\n    \u00b6 For his party vnto Frewyll sent.\n    \u00b6 Temptacyon foly & sensualyte.\n    \u00b6 Prayng hy{m} of fauour that he wolde assent.\n    \u00b6 To hy{m} as he wolde at his co{m}maundement.\n    \u00b6 Haue hy{m} eftsones whan he lyst to call.\n    \u00b6 On hy{m} for ony thy{n}g {that} afterward myght fall.\n\n    \u00b6 Answere yaue he none to neyther party.\n    \u00b6 Saue oonli he sayd {the} batayll wolde he se\n    \u00b6 To wete whiche of hy{m} shold haue {the} vyctory.\n    \u00b6 Hit hy{n}g in his balau{n}ce {the} ambyguyte.\n    \u00b6 He sayd he wolde not restrayne his lyberte.\n    \u00b6 Whan he come where sorow shold awake.\n    \u00b6 Than it shold be know what part he wyl take\n\n    \u00b6 Whan Vertu & Vyce be her ambassatours.\n    \u00b6 Knew of this answere they stood in gret doute.\n    Neuertheles they seyd they wold e{n}dure tho shours\n    \u00b6 And make an ende shortly of {that} they we{n}t aboute.\n    \u00b6 Soo forth came Vyce {with} all his grete route.\n    \u00b6 Er he came at {the} felde he sent yet priuely.\n    \u00b6 Sensualyte before in maner of a spy.\n\n    \u00b6 Whiche sewe {the} felde {with} his vnkynde seede.\n    \u00b6 That caused Vertu after mykyll woo to feele\n    \u00b6 For therof grewe nought but all oonly weede.\n    \u00b6 Whiche made the grounde as sleper as an yele.\n    \u00b6 He went ayene to vice & tolde hym euery dele.\n    \u00b6 How he had done and bad hym come a way.\n    \u00b6 For he had so purueyde {that} vyce sholde haue {the} day\n\n    \u00b6 Soo as it happed at {that} felde they mete.\n    \u00b6 Frewyll vertu and vice as tripartite.\n    \u00b6 Saaf vertu a litil before the felde had gete.\n    \u00b6 And ellis his aua{n}tage forsoth had be ful lyght\n    \u00b6 Not for then encombred so was neuer wyght.\n    \u00b6 As vertu & his men were with the ranke wede\n    \u00b6 That in {the} felde grew of sensualitees sede\n\n    \u00b6 But as soone as vyce of vertu had a syght.\n    \u00b6 He gan swage gonnes as he had be woode\n    \u00b6 That heryng vertu co{m}maunded euery wyght\n    \u00b6 To pauyce hym vnder the sygne of {the} rode.\n    \u00b6 And bad he{m} not drede but kepe styll where thy stode.\n    \u00b6 It was but a shour shold sone co{n}fou{n}de\n    \u00b6 wherfore he co{m}mau{n}ded the{m} sta{n}d & kepe her grou{n}d\n\n    \u00b6 And whan vyce cam nerer to the felde.\n    \u00b6 He callyd sore for bowes & bad hem shote faste\n    \u00b6 But vertu & hys meyny bare of with {the} sheld.\n    \u00b6 Of the blyssyd Trynyte ay tyll shot was past.\n    \u00b6 And wha{n} shot was done vyce cam forth at last.\n    \u00b6 Purposyng the felde wyth assaute to wyn.\n    \u00b6 But v{er}tu kept it long he myght not ent{er} theryn.\n\n    \u00b6 All that tyme Frewyll stode & hym bethought.\n    \u00b6 To which he my{gh}t leue & what p{ar}t he wold take.\n    \u00b6 At last sensualite had hy{m} so fer brought.\n    \u00b6 That he sayd playnly he v{er}tu wold forsake.\n    \u00b6 And in vyce hys quarell all his power make.\n    Nota Iwis quod reason {that} is not for the beste.\n    \u00b6 Noforse sayd frewyll I wyll do as my lyst.\n\n    \u00b6 Vertu was full heuy when he see frewyll\n    \u00b6 Take part with vyce but yet neuerthelesse.\n    \u00b6 He dyde that he myght the felde to kepe styll.\n    \u00b6 Tyll vyce with frewyll so sore gan hy{m} oppresse.\n    \u00b6 That he was constrayned clerely by duresse.           Original has\n    \u00b6 A lytyll tyne abacke to make abew retret.             constranyed\n    \u00b6 All thyng consydered hit was the best feet.           instead of\n                                                            constrayned\n    \u00b6 Fyrst to remembre how vyce parte was.\n    \u00b6 Ten ayen one strenger by lyklynesse.\n    \u00b6 And than how frewyll was with hym alas.\n    \u00b6 Whoo coude deme vertu but in heuynesse.\n    \u00b6 Moreouer to thynke how that slyper grasse.\n    \u00b6 That of sensualyte hys onkynde seede grew.\n    \u00b6 Vnder foot in standyng encombred vertew\n\n    \u00b6 Yet notwitstondyng vertue his men all.\n    \u00b6 Nobelly theym bare and faught myghtyly.\n    \u00b6 How be it {the} sleper grasse made many of he{m} fall.\n    \u00b6 And from thense in maner departe sodenly.\n    \u00b6 That seyng vyce his hoost began to shout & cry.\n    \u00b6 And sayd on in Pluto name on & all is oure\u00b7\n    \u00b6 For this day shal Vyce be made a conquerour.\n\n    \u00b6 Thus Vertu was by myght of vyce & Frewyll\n    \u00b6 Dryuen out of the feld it was the more pyte\u00b7\n    \u00b6 How by it yet Baptym kept his ground styll.\n    \u00b6 And {with} hym abode feyth hope & vnyte.\n    \u00b6 And konnynge also {with} a grete meyne.\n    \u00b6 Confessyon contrycyon were redy at her hond.\n    \u00b6 And Satysfaction Vyce to wythstond.\n\n    \u00b6 But al the tyme whyle Vertu was away.\n    \u00b6 A my{gh}ty conflycte kept they {with} Vycys rout.\n    \u00b6 And yet neuertheles for al that grete afray.\n    \u00b6 Hope stod vpryght & feyth wold neuer lout\n    \u00b6 And euermor{e} sayd Baptym syres put no dout.\n    \u00b6 Vertu shal return & haue his entent.\n    \u00b6 This feld shal be ours or let me be shent.\n\n    \u00b6 And whyl thyse pety captey{n}s sustend th{us} {the} feld\n    \u00b6 Wyth Vertu his reward come good p{er}seuerauns\n    \u00b6 An hugy my{gh}ty hoost & whan he beheld.\n    \u00b6 How Vertu hym withdrew he toke dysplesau{n}s.\n    \u00b6 And wha{n} he to hy{m} cam he sayd ye shal your cha{n}s\n    \u00b6 Take as it fallyth wherfore returne ye must.          Original has\n    \u00b6 Yet ones for your sake {with} Vyce shal I Iust.       fallyrh\n                                                            instead of\n    \u00b6 Alas that euer ye shold lese your honour.             fallyth\n    \u00b6 And therwyth also {the} hygh p{er}petuel crown.\n    \u00b6 Which is for you kept in the celestyal tour.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore be ye called chrystys champyon.\n    \u00b6 How is it that ye haue noo compassyone.\n    \u00b6 On baptyme feyth & hope konnyng & vnite.\n    \u00b6 That sta{n}d so hard bestad & fyght as ye may see.\n\n    \u00b6 All the tresour erthely vnder {the} fyrmame{n}t\n    \u00b6 That euer was made of goddys creacyon.\n    \u00b6 To reward theym euenly were not equyualent.\n    \u00b6 For her noble labour in his affleccyon.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore take vpon you your Iurisdyccyon\n    \u00b6 Rescu yonder knyghtes & recontynu fyght.\n    \u00b6 And els a dew your crown for al your gret my{gh}t\n\n    \u00b6 Vith these & suche wordys as I haue you tolde\n    \u00b6 By good perseueraunce vttred in this wyse.\n    \u00b6 Vertu hym remembred & gan to vexe bolde.\n    \u00b6 And sayd yeue trew knyghtis to rescu I auyse\n    \u00b6 Let vs no lengar tary from this entrepryse.\n    \u00b6 Agayn to {the} felde soo Vertu retourned.\n    \u00b6 That caused he{m} be mery {that} lo{n}g afore had morned\n\n    \u00b6 Auaunt baner q{uo}d he in {the} name of Iesu\n    \u00b6 And with {that} his people set vp a gret shoute.\n    \u00b6 And cryed with a loude voce a Vertu a Vertu.\n    \u00b6 Then began Vyce his hoost for to loke a boute.\n    \u00b6 But I trow p{er}seuerau{n}ce was not long withoute\n    \u00b6 He bathed his swerd in his foos blood.\n    \u00b6 The boldest of hem all not ones hy{m} withstoode.\n\n    \u00b6 Constau{n}ce hym folowed & brought hy{m} his spere\n    \u00b6 But when p{er}seuerau{n}ce saw Vyce on his stede.\n    \u00b6 No man coude hym let tyll he came there.\n    \u00b6 For to byd hym ryde I trow it was no nede.\n    \u00b6 All Vertu his oost prayed for his good spede.\n    \u00b6 Agayn Vyce he rode with his grete shaft.\n    \u00b6 And hym ouerthrew for all his sotyll craft.\n\n    \u00b6 That seyng Frewill came to conscyence.\n    \u00b6 And gan hym to repente {that} he with hym had be.\n    \u00b6 Prayeng hym of cou{n}sell for his grete offence.\n    \u00b6 That he agayn Vertu had made his arme.\n    \u00b6 What was best to doo to humylyte:\n    \u00b6 Q{uo}d conscyence must {thou} go so he hym thyder sent\n    \u00b6 Dysguysed {that} he were not knowen as he wente.\n\n    \u00b6 And whan he thyder came humylyte hym toke.\n    \u00b6 A token & bad hym go to conffessyon.\n    \u00b6 And shew hym his mater with a peteous loke\n    \u00b6 Whiche done he hym sent to contrycyon.\n    \u00b6 And fro thensforthe to satysfaccyon.\n    \u00b6 Thus fro poost to pyler was he made to dau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 And at the last he went forthe to penau{n}ce.\n\n    \u00b6 But now for to tel you whe{n} Vyce was ou{er}throw\n    \u00b6 A gret part of his oost about hym gan resorte.\n    \u00b6 But he was so febyll {that} he coude noman know.\n    \u00b6 And whan they se {that} they knew no comforte.\n    \u00b6 But caryed hym away be a preuy porte.\n    \u00b6 And as they caryed dyspeyre with hy{m} met.\n    \u00b6 With Vyce his rewarde he cam theym for to fet\n\n    \u00b6 Then came there downe goodly ladyes tweyn.\n    \u00b6 From the hyghe heuen aboue the fyrmamente.\n    \u00b6 And sayd the gret Alpha & Oo moost souereyn.\n    \u00b6 For that nobell tryumphe had hem thyder sent.\n    \u00b6 One of hem to dryue Vyce to grete tormente.\n    \u00b6 With a fyry strong {that} she bare in her hande.\n    \u00b6 And so he dede dyspere & all his hole bande.\n\n    \u00b6 The name of this lady was called Prestyence.\n    \u00b6 She neuer left Vyce ne none {that} wolde hy{m} folow.\n    \u00b6 Tyll they were co{m}mytted by {the} dyuyne sentence.\n    \u00b6 All to payne perpetuell & Infynyte sorow.\n    \u00b6 Right wysnes went to se {that} noma{n} shold he{m} borow.\n    \u00b6 Th{us} al entreted sharpely were they tyll Cerber{us}\n    \u00b6 Had hem beshut within his gates tenebr{us}.\n\n    \u00b6 And all {the} whyle {that} Prestye{n}ce {with} her scorge smert\n    \u00b6 To rewarde Vyce gan her thus occupy.\n    \u00b6 With all his hole bende after her desert.\n    \u00b6 That other gloryo{us} lady {that} came fro heue{n} on hy.\n    \u00b6 Hauyng in her honde the palme of vyctory.\n    \u00b6 Came downe to Vertu & toke hym to {that} p{re}sent.\n    \u00b6 Sayeng thus that Alpha & Oo hath hym sent.\n\n    \u00b6 And as ferre as I ryght coude vnderstonde\n    \u00b6 That ladyes name was Predestynacyon.\n    \u00b6 Vertu & his oost she blessyd with her honde.\n    \u00b6 And in heuyn graunted hem habytacyon.\n    \u00b6 Whereto eche of hem reseruyd was a crowne.\n    \u00b6 She sayd in token that they enherytours.\n    \u00b6 Of the glory were & gracious conquerours.\n\n    \u00b6 Wych done the ladyes ayen to gyder met\n    \u00b6 And towarde heuen vp they gan to fly\n    \u00b6 Embraced in armes as they had ben knyt.\n    \u00b6 Togyd{er} {with} a gyrdyl but so sodenly.\n    \u00b6 As {the}y wer{e} vanysshyd saw I neu{er} thy{n}g {with} ey.\n    \u00b6 And anone Vertu wyth al his company.\n    \u00b6 Kneled dou{n}n & tha{n}ked god of {that} vyctory.\n\n    \u00b6 Yet had I forget whan Vyce was ouerthrow.\n    \u00b6 To haue told you hou many of Vycys hoost.\n    \u00b6 Gan to seke pease & darked dou{n}n ful low.\n    \u00b6 And besought mercy what so euer it coste.\n    \u00b6 To be her mene to Vertu els {the}y we{re} but lost.\n    \u00b6 And some in lyke wyse to feyth & hope sought.\n    \u00b6 What to do for pease they sayd they ne rou{gh}te.\n\n    \u00b6 Some also Baptym sewed to be her mene.\n    \u00b6 Som to one som to other as thei he{m} gete my{gh}te.\n    \u00b6 But al to Confessyon we{n}t to make he{m} clene\n    \u00b6 And as {the}y came to co{n}sye{n}ce he they{m} bad go ly{gh}te.\n    \u00b6 Er tha{n} old attropes of he{m} had a sy{gh}t.\n    \u00b6 For yf he so theym toke lost they we{re} for euer\n    \u00b6 He sayd Vyce to forsake better late thy{n} neuer.\n\n    \u00b6 Som eke for socour drew to circu{m}cision.\n    \u00b6 But by hy{m} coud they gete but smal fauoure.\n    \u00b6 For he in that company was had but in derysyo{n}\n    \u00b6 Neuer{the}lesse to feyth he bad he{m} go laboure.\n    \u00b6 Prayng they{m} for olde acqueynta{n}ce they{m} socoure\n    \u00b6 Wel q{uo}d feth for his sake I shal do {that} I may doo\n    \u00b6 But fyrste for the best way baptym go ye to.\n\n    \u00b6 For by hym sonest shal ye recouer grace.\n    \u00b6 Which shal to Vertu bryng you by processe.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore in ony wyse loke ye make good face.\n    \u00b6 And let noman know of your heuynes.\n    \u00b6 So they were by baptym brou{gh}t out of destres\n    \u00b6 Turned al to Vertu & whan this was done.\n    \u00b6 Vertu cu{m}mau{n}ded Frewyl before hym come.\n\n    \u00b6 To whom thus he sayd I haue grete merueyl\n    \u00b6 Ye durst be so bold Vyces party to take.\n    \u00b6 Who bad you do so & yaue you that counseyl.\n    \u00b6 Iustly vnto that ye shal me preuy make.\n    \u00b6 Then sayd Frewyll & swemfully spake.\n    \u00b6 Knelyng on his kne wyth a chere benygn.               Original has\n    \u00b6 I pray you syr let pyte your eres to me enclyne.      benyng\n                                                            instead of\n    \u00b6 And I shall yow tel the verrey soth of all.           benygn\n    \u00b6 How it was & who made me that way drawe.\n    \u00b6 For soth sensualyte his p{ro}pre name they call.\n    \u00b6 A sayd reason then I know wel that felowe.\n    \u00b6 Wyld he is & wanton of me stant hy{m} none awe.\n    \u00b6 Is he so q{uo}d Vertu wel he shall be taught.\n    \u00b6 As a player shuld to draw another draught.\n\n    \u00b6 And {with} that came sadnesse wyt his sober chere.\n    \u00b6 Bryngyng Sensualite beyng ful of thought.\n    \u00b6 And sayd that he had take hym prysonere.\n    \u00b6 A welcome sayd Vertu now haue I {that} I sou{gh}t.\n    \u00b6 Blessed be the good lord as {thou} wold it is nought\n    \u00b6 Why arte {thou} so wanton he sayd for shame.\n    \u00b6 Or {thou} go at large {thou} shalt be more tame.\n\n    But sto{n}d a part a whyle tyl I haue spoke a word\n    \u00b6 Wyth Frewyl a lytyl & then shalte {thou} knowe.\n    \u00b6 What shalbe thy fynau{n}ce & then he sayd in bord\n    \u00b6 Vnto Frewyl the bend of your bowe.\n    \u00b6 Begynnyth to slake but suche as ye haue sowe\n    \u00b6 Must nedes repe there is none waye.\n    \u00b6 Notwythstondy{n}g that lette what ye can saye.\n\n    \u00b6 What is your habilite me to recompense.\n    \u00b6 For the grete harme that ye to me haue do.\n    \u00b6 Forsoth sayd Frewyll in open audyence.\n    \u00b6 But oonly Macrocosme more haue I not loo.\n    \u00b6 Take {that} yf it pleyse you I wyl that it be soo.\n    \u00b6 Yf I may vnderstond ye be my good lorde.\n    \u00b6 In dede sayd Vertu to that wyll I accorde.\n\n    \u00b6 Then made Vertu Reason his leyftenaunte.\n    \u00b6 And yaue hi{m} a grete charge macrocosme to kepe\n    \u00b6 That done Sensualite yeld hym recreaunte.\n    \u00b6 And began for anger bytterly to wepe.\n    \u00b6 For he demed surely hys sorowe shold not slepe\n    \u00b6 Then made Vertu Frewyll bayl vnd{er} Reason.\n    \u00b6 The feld for to ocupy to his behoue that season.\n\n    \u00b6 And then sayd Vertu to Sensualyte.\n    \u00b6 Thou shalt be rewarded for thy besynesse.\n    \u00b6 Vnder this furme al fragylyte\n    \u00b6 Shalt {thou} forsake both more and lesse.\n    \u00b6 And vnd{er} the guydy{n}g {thou} shalt be of sadnesse.\n    \u00b6 All though it somwhat be agayn thy herte.\n    \u00b6 Thy Iugements gyuen {thou} shalt it not asterte.\n\n    \u00b6 And evyn {with} that came in dame Nature.\n    \u00b6 Sayeng th{us} to Vertu syr ye do me wronge.\n    \u00b6 By duresse & constreynt to put this creature.\n    \u00b6 Gentyll Sensualyte {that} hath me s{er}ued longe.\n    \u00b6 Clerely from his lyberte & set hym amonge.\n    \u00b6 They{m} that loue hy{m} not to be her vnd{er}loute.\n    \u00b6 As it were a cast away or a sho cloute.\n\n    \u00b6 And perde ye know well a rewle haue I must\n    \u00b6 Wythin Macrocosme forsoth I say not nay.\n    Q{uo}d Vertu but se{n}sualyte shal not p{er}form your lust\n    \u00b6 Lyke as he hath do befor this yf I may.\n    \u00b6 Therfro hy{m} restreyn sadnesse shal assay.\n    \u00b6 How be it ye shal haue your hole lyberte.\n    \u00b6 Wythin Macrocosme as ye haue had fre.\n\n    \u00b6 And whan Vertu had to Nature sayd thus\n    \u00b6 A lytyll tyne his ey castyng hym besyde.\n    \u00b6 He se in a corner stondyng Morpleus\n    \u00b6 That hy{m} before warned of {that} berely tyde.\n    \u00b6 A syrs sayd Vertu yet we must abyde.\n    \u00b6 Here is a frend of ours may not be forgete.\n    \u00b6 After his deserte we shall hy{m} entreate\n\n    \u00b6 Morple{us} sayd Vertu I tha{n}ke you hertely\n    \u00b6 For your trew herte & your grete laboure.\n    \u00b6 That ye lyst to come to me soo redely.\n    \u00b6 Whan ye vnderstood {the} comy{n}g of that shoure.\n    \u00b6 I thanke god & you of sauy{n}g of my{n} honour.\n    \u00b6 Wherfore this preuylege now to you I gra{n}t\n    \u00b6 That {with}in Macrocosme ye shall haue your hau{n}t\n\n    \u00b6 And of fyue posternes {the} keys shall ye kepe.\n    \u00b6 Lettyng in & out at hy{m} whome ye lyst.\n    \u00b6 As long as in Macrocosme your fad{er} wyll crepe.\n    \u00b6 Blere whos ey ye wyll hardely {with} your myst\n    \u00b6 And kepe your werkes close there as in a chyst\n    \u00b6 Saaf I wold desyre you spare Pollucyon.\n    For no thy{n}g may me plese {the} sou{n}eth to corrupcyon.\n\n    \u00b6 And wha{n} he had th{us} sayd {the} keyes he hy{m} toke.\n    \u00b6 And toward his castell {with} his people went\n    \u00b6 Byddy{n}g reason take good hede & about loke\n    \u00b6 That se{n}sualite by Nature were not she{n}t.\n    \u00b6 Kepe hy{m} short he sayd tyll his lust be spe{n}t\n    \u00b6 For better were a chylde to by vnbore\n    \u00b6 Than let hy{m} haue {the} wyll & foreuer be lore.\n\n    \u00b6 And wha{n} olde Attropos had seen & herd all this\n    \u00b6 How Vertu had opteyned astonyed as he stood.\n    \u00b6 He sayd to hy{m}selfe somwhat there is amys.\n    \u00b6 I trow well my patent be not all good.        Next line is missing\n    \u00b6 Sayeng to the goddys I see ye do but iape.    from the original.\n    \u00b6 After a worthy whew haue ye made me gape.     The line reads:\n                                                    And ran to the palyse\n    \u00b6 How a deuyll way sholde I Vertue ouerthrow.   as he had be wood\n    \u00b6 When he dredeth not all your hole route.\n    \u00b6 How ca{m} ye make good your pate{n}t wold I know\n    \u00b6 Hit is to Impossable to bryng that aboute.\n    \u00b6 For stryke hym may I not {that} is out of doute.\n    \u00b6 A good Attropos sayd god Apollo.\n    \u00b6 An answere conuenyent shall thou haue herto.\n\n    \u00b6 The wordes of thy patent dare I well say\n    \u00b6 Stretche to no forther but were dame Nature\n    \u00b6 Hath Iurysdyccyon the{re} to haue the way Nota.\n    \u00b6 And largesse to stryke as longet to thy cure.\n    \u00b6 And as for Vertu he his no cryature.\n    \u00b6 Vnder the predycament conteyned of quantyte\n    \u00b6 Wherefore his dystruccyon longeth not to the.\n\n    \u00b6 A ha sayd Attropos then I see well.\n    \u00b6 That all ye goddys be but cou{n}terfete.              Original has\n    \u00b6 For oo God there is that can euerydell.               goodys and\n    \u00b6 Tourne as hym lest bothe drye & whete.                coue{n}terfete\n    \u00b6 In to whoos seruyce I shal assay to gete.             instead of\n    \u00b6 And yf I may ones to his seruyce come.                goddys and\n    \u00b6 Your names shal be put to oblyuyone.                  cou{n}terfete\n\n    \u00b6 Thus went Attropos fro the paleys wrooth.\n    \u00b6 But in the mene tyme whyle {that} he there was.\n    \u00b6 Glydyng by the paleys resydyuacyon gooth.\n    \u00b6 Towarde Macrocosme with a peynted fase.\n    \u00b6 Clad lyke a pylgryme walkyng a grete pase.\n    \u00b6 In the forme as he had ben a man of ynde.\n    \u00b6 He wede haue made reson & sadnesse both bly{n}de\n\n    \u00b6 With sensualyte was he soone aqueynted.\n    \u00b6 To whome he declared his mater pryuely.\n    \u00b6 Yet he was espyed for all his face peynted.\n    \u00b6 Then reson hy{m} co{m}mauded pyke hy{m} the{n}s lightly.\n    \u00b6 For his ease q{uo}d sadnesse so cou{n}seyll hym wyll I.\n    \u00b6 Soo was sensualyte ay kepte vnder foote.\n    \u00b6 That to resydyuacyon myght he doo no boote.\n\n    \u00b6 Then went he to Nature & asked her auyse.\n    \u00b6 His entent to opteynde what was best to doo.\n    \u00b6 She sayd euer syth Vertu of vyce wan {the} pryse.\n    \u00b6 Reson with sadnesse hath rewled the felde soo.\n    \u00b6 That I & sensualyte may lytyll for the doo.\n    \u00b6 For I may noo more but oonly kepe my cours.\n    \u00b6 And yet is sensualyte strenger kept & wours.\n\n    \u00b6 Th{us} hery{n}g resydiuacon fro the{n}s he went ageyn\n    \u00b6 Full of thought & sorow {that} he myght not spede.\n    \u00b6 Than reson & sadnesse toke wedehokes tweyn.\n    \u00b6 And all wylde wa{n}tonesse out {the} felde gan wede.\n    \u00b6 With all the slyper grasse {that} grewe of the sede.  Original has\n    \u00b6 That sensualyte before therin sew.                    thr instead\n    \u00b6 And fro thens forth kept it clene for vertew          of the\n\n    \u00b6 Than began new grase in the felde to spryng.\n    \u00b6 All vnlyke {that} other of colour fayr & bryght.\n    \u00b6 But then I aspyed a meruelous thyng.\n    \u00b6 For the grou{n}de of {the} felde gan wex hore & whyt.\n    \u00b6 I coude not conceyue how {that} be myght.\n    \u00b6 Tyll I was enformed & taught it to know.\n    \u00b6 But wher vertu occupyet must nedes wel grow\n\n    Yet in the mene tyme while the felde thus grow.\n    \u00b6 And reson with sadnesse therof had gouerau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 Many a preuy messenger thyder sent Vertew.\n    \u00b6 To know yf it were guyded to his plesau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 Now prayer eft fastyng & often tyme penau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 And whan he myght goo preuely almesdede.\n    \u00b6 And bad hy{m} to his power helpe where he se nede\n\n    While {that} felde thus rewled reson with sadnesse.\n    \u00b6 Maugre dame Nature for all her carnall might\n    \u00b6 Came thyder Attropos voyd of all gladnesse.\n    \u00b6 Wrapped in his shete & axed of ony wyght.\n    \u00b6 Coude wysse hym the vay to the lorde of light.\n    \u00b6 Or ellis where myght fynde ryghtwysnesse.             Original has\n    \u00b6 Forsothe sayd reyson I trow as I gesse.               ryghwysnesse\n                                                            instead of\n    \u00b6 At Vertu his castell ye may soone hym fynde.          ryghtwysnesse\n    \u00b6 If ye lyst the laboure thyder to take.\n    \u00b6 And there shall ye know yf ye be not blynde.\n    \u00b6 The next wey to the lord of lyght I vndertake.\n    \u00b6 So thyder went Attropos petycyon to make.\n    \u00b6 To ryghtwysnesse preyeng that he myght.\n    \u00b6 Be take in to the seruyse of the lorde of lyght.\n\n    \u00b6 What sad ryghtwysnesse {thou} olde dotyng foole.      Original has\n    \u00b6 Whome hast thou seruyd syth the worlde bega{n}        ryghwysnesse,\n    \u00b6 But oonly hym where hast {thou} go to scole.          yast and oonhl\n    \u00b6 Whethery art {thou} double or elles the sam man.      instead of\n    \u00b6 That thou were fyrst a syr sayd he than.              ryghtwysnesse,\n    \u00b6 I praye you hertely holde me excused.                 hast and oonly\n    \u00b6 I am olde & febell my wyttys are dysused.\n\n    \u00b6 Well sayd ryghtwysnes for as moche as thow.\n    \u00b6 Knowest not thy mayst{er} thy name shal I chau{n}ge\n    \u00b6 Dethe shalt {thou} be caled from he{n}s forward now\n    \u00b6 Among all the peple that shal be had strau{n}ge.\n    \u00b6 But whan {thou} begynnest to make thy chalau{n}ge.\n    \u00b6 Dredde shalt thou be where so thou become.\n    \u00b6 And to noo creature shalt thou be welcome.\n\n    \u00b6 And as for theym whome thou dedest serue.\n    \u00b6 For as moche as they presume on hem to take.\n    \u00b6 That hygh name of god they shal as they des{er}ue\n    \u00b6 Therfore be rewarded I dare vnd{er}take.\n    \u00b6 Wyth payn p{er}petual among fendes blake.\n    \u00b6 And her names shall be put to oblyuyon.\n    \u00b6 Among men but it be in dyrysyon.\n\n    \u00b6 Aha sayd Attropos now begy{n}ne I wex glad.\n    \u00b6 That I shal thus auenged of hem be.\n    \u00b6 Syth they so long tyme haue made me so mad.\n    \u00b6 Yee q{uo}d ryghtwysnesse here what I say to the.\n    \u00b6 The lorde of lyght sent the worde by me.\n    \u00b6 That in Macrocosme sesyne shalt thou take\n    \u00b6 wherfore thy darte redy loke thou make\n\n    \u00b6 And as soone as Vertue that vnderstood\n    \u00b6 He sayd he was pleased that it sholde soo be\n    \u00b6 And euen forth with he co{m}maunded presthood\n    \u00b6 To make hym redy the felde for to se\n    \u00b6 So thyder went presthode with benygnyte\n    \u00b6 Conueyeni{n}g thyder the blessyd sacrament\n    \u00b6 Of Eukaryst but fyrst were thyder sent\n\n    \u00b6 Confessyo{n} contrycyon and satysfaccyo{n} (nota\n    \u00b6 Sorow for synne and grete repentaunce\n    \u00b6 Holy deuocyon with good dysposycyon\n    \u00b6 All these thyder came and also penaunce\n    \u00b6 As her dewte was to make purueaunce\n    \u00b6 Agayn the comyng of that blessyd lorde\n    \u00b6 Feyth hope & charyte therto were acorde\n\n    \u00b6 Reason with sadnesse dyde his dylygence\n    \u00b6 To clense the felde within and without\n    \u00b6 And whan they se the bodely presence\n    \u00b6 Of that holy Eukaryst lowly gan they lout\n    \u00b6 So was that lorde receyued out of dout\n    \u00b6 With all humble chere debonayre & benygne\n    \u00b6 Lykly to pleasure it was a grete sygne\n\n    \u00b6 Then came to the felde the mynyster fynall\n    \u00b6 Called holy vnccyon with a crysmatory\n    \u00b6 The fyue hye wayes in especyall\n    \u00b6 Therof he anoy{n}ted & made hit sanctuary\n    \u00b6 Whome folowed deth whiche wolde not tary\n    \u00b6 His feruent power there to put in vre\n    \u00b6 As he was co{m}mau{n}ded grau{n}tyng dame Nature\n\n    \u00b6 Nota.\n\n    \u00b6 He toke his darte called his mortall launce\n    \u00b6 And bent his stroke towarde the feldes herte\n    \u00b6 That seyng preesthode bad good remembrau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 Towarde the felde tourne hym & aduerte\n    \u00b6 For except hym all vertues thense must sterte\n    \u00b6 And euen with that dethe there sesyne toke\n    \u00b6 And then all the company clerely hit forsoke\n\n    \u00b6 And as soone as dethe thus had sesyne take\n    \u00b6 The colour of the felde was chau{n}ged sodeynly\n    \u00b6 The grasse therin seere as though it had be bak\n    \u00b6 And the fyue hygh wayes were mured vpon hy\n    \u00b6 That fro the{n}sforwarde none entre shold therbi\n    \u00b6 The posternes were also without lette\n    \u00b6 Bothe inwarde & outwarde fyne fast shette\n\n    \u00b6 Whiche done sodeynly dethe vanysshed a way\n    \u00b6 And Vertu exalted was aboue the fyrmament\n    \u00b6 Where he toke crowne of glory {that} is ay\n    \u00b6 Preparate by Alpha & oo omnypotent\n    \u00b6 The swete frute of macrocosme thyd{er} {with} hy{m} we{n}t\n    \u00b6 And on all this mater as I stood musyng thus\n    \u00b6 Agayn fro the felde to me came Morpleus\n\n    \u00b6 Saye{n}g thus what chere how lyketh {the} this fyght\n    \u00b6 Haste thou seen ynough or wyll thou see more\n    \u00b6 Nay syr I sayd my trouthe I you plyght\n    \u00b6 This is suffycyente yf I knew wherfore\n    \u00b6 This was to me shewed for therof he lore\n    \u00b6 Coueyte I to haue yf I gete myght\n    \u00b6 Folow me quod he and haue thy delyght\n\n    \u00b6 Soo I hym folowed tyll he had me brought\n    \u00b6 To a foresquare herber walled round aboute\n    \u00b6 Loo q{uo}d Morple{us} here maist thou {that} thou sought\n    \u00b6 Fynde yf thou wyll I put the out of doute\n    \u00b6 A lytyll whyle we stood styll there withoute\n    \u00b6 Tyll wytte chyef porter of that herber gate\n    \u00b6 Requyred by stodye lete vs in there ate\n\n    \u00b6 But whan I came in meruayled gretly\n    \u00b6 Of that I behelde & herde reporte\n    \u00b6 For fyrst in a chayre apparaylled royally\n    \u00b6 There sate dam doctryne her childern to exorte\n    \u00b6 And about her was many a sondry sorte\n    \u00b6 Some wyllyng to lerne dyuerse scyence\n    \u00b6 And some for to haue perfyte intellygence\n\n    \u00b6 Crowned she was lyke an Emperesse\n    \u00b6 With .iii. crownes standyng on her hede on by\n    \u00b6 All thyng about her an Infynyte processe              Original has\n    \u00b6 Were to declare I tell you certaynly                  teyng\n    \u00b6 Neuerthelesse some in mynde therof haue I             instead of\n    \u00b6 Whiche I shall to you as god wyll yeue me grace       thyng\n    \u00b6 As I sawe & herde tell in short space\n\n    \u00b6 Fast by Doctryne on that one syde\n    \u00b6 As I remembre sate holy Texte\n    \u00b6 That opened his mouthe to {the} people wyde\n    \u00b6 But not in comparyson to Glose {that} sate nexte.\n    \u00b6 Moralyzacyon with a cloke contexte\n    \u00b6 Sate & Scrypture was scrybe to theym all\n    \u00b6 He sate ay wrytyng of that that sholde fall\n\n    \u00b6 These were tho that I there knewe\n    \u00b6 By no maner waye of olde acqueyntau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 But as I before saw theym with Vertewe\n    \u00b6 Company in felde & hauyng dalyau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 And as I thus stood halfe in a traunce\n    \u00b6 Whyle they were occupyed in her besynesse\n    \u00b6 Aboute the walles myn ey gan I dresse\n\n    \u00b6 Where I beheld the meruaylous story\n    \u00b6 That euer I yet sawe in ony pycture\n    \u00b6 For on tho walles was made memory\n    \u00b6 Syngulerly of euery creature\n    \u00b6 That there had byn bothe forme & stature\n    \u00b6 Whoos names reherse I wyll as I can\n    \u00b6 Bryng theym to mynde in ordre euery man\n\n    \u00b6 Fyrst to begynne there was in portrature\n    \u00b6 Adam & Eue holdyng an apell rounde\n    \u00b6 Noe in a shyp & Abraham hauyng sure\n    \u00b6 A flyntstone in his honde & Isaac lay bounde\n    \u00b6 On an hyghe mou{n}te Iacob slepyng sounde\n    \u00b6 And a long ladder stood besyde\n    \u00b6 Ioseph in a Cysterne was also there that tyde.\n\n    \u00b6 Next whom stode Moyses with his tables two\n    \u00b6 Aaron and Vrre his armes supportynge\n    \u00b6 Ely in a brennyng chare was there also.\n    \u00b6 And Elyze stode clad in hermytes clothynge.\n    \u00b6 Dauyd wyth an harpe and a stone slynge.\n    \u00b6 Isaye Ieremy and Ezechyell.\n    \u00b6 And closed wyth Lyons holy Danyell.\n\n    \u00b6 Abacuc Mychee with Malachy.\n    \u00b6 And Ionas out of a whales body comynge.\n    \u00b6 Samuel in a Temple & holy zachary.\n    \u00b6 Besyde an aulter all blody stondynge.\n    \u00b6 Osee wyth Iudyth stood there conspyryng.\n    \u00b6 The deth of Dioferne & Salamon.\n    \u00b6 A chylde wyth hys swerde dyuydynge in two.\n\n    \u00b6 Many mo p{ro}phetes certeynly there were.\n    \u00b6 Whoos names now come not to my mynde:\n    \u00b6 Melchysedech also I espyed there.\n    \u00b6 Brede & wyne offryng as fell to his kynde.\n    \u00b6 Ioachym & Anna stode al behynde.\n    \u00b6 Embraced in armes to the golden gate.\n    \u00b6 And holy Iohan Baptyst in desert sat.\n\n    \u00b6 And now comyth to my remembrunce.\n    \u00b6 I am auysed I saw Sodechy:\n    \u00b6 And Amos also with sober countenaunce.\n    \u00b6 Stondyng wyth her faces towarde Sophony.\n    \u00b6 Neemy & Esdras bare hem companye.\n    \u00b6 The holy man Iob as an Impotente.\n    \u00b6 Then folowed in pycture wyth Thoby pacyent\n\n    \u00b6 Thyse wyth many mo on that one syde.\n    \u00b6 Of that grene herber portrayed were.\n    \u00b6 A sayd Morpleus a lytyll tyme abyde.\n    \u00b6 Turn thy face where thy backe was ere.\n    \u00b6 And beholde well what thou seeste there.\n    \u00b6 Than I me turned as he me badde.\n    \u00b6 With herte stedfaste & countenaunce sadde.\n\n    \u00b6 Where I sawe Peter wyth his keyes stonde.\n    \u00b6 Poule wyth a swerde and Iames also.\n    \u00b6 Wyth a scalop & Thomas holdyng in his honde\n    \u00b6 A spere and Phylyp aproched hym to:\n    \u00b6 Iames the lesse nexte hem in pycture too.\n    \u00b6 Stode wyth Bartylmew whych was all flayn\n    \u00b6 Symon & Thadee shewed how they were slayn\n\n    \u00b6 Mathy and Barnabe drawy{n}g lottys stode\n    \u00b6 Nexte whome was Marke a Lyon hym by.\n    \u00b6 Hys boke holdyng & Mathew in his mode.\n    \u00b6 Resembled an aungell wyth wyngys gl{or}yously.        Original has\n    \u00b6 Luke had a calfe to holde his boke on hye.            gl{or}youly\n    \u00b6 And Iohan wyth a cuppe & palme in his honde.          instead of\n    \u00b6 An Egle bare his book thus saw I hem stonde           gl{or}yously\n\n    \u00b6 Gregory and Ierome Austyn and Ambrose.\n    \u00b6 Wyth pyllyo{n}s on ther hedes stode lyke doctors\n    \u00b6 Bernard wyth Amselme and as I suppose.                Original has\n    \u00b6 Thomas of alquyne and Domynyk co{n}fessours.          suppese\n    \u00b6 Benet and Hew relygyous gouernours.                   instead of\n    \u00b6 Martyn & Iohan with bysshops tweyne.                  suppose\n    \u00b6 Were there also and Crysostom certayne.\n\n    \u00b6 Behynd all thyse was worshypfull Bede.\n    \u00b6 All behynde and next hym stood Orygene.\n    \u00b6 Hydynge his face as he of his dede.\n    \u00b6 Had hem ashamed ye wote what I mene.                  Original has\n    \u00b6 For of errour he was not al clene.                    bem instead\n    \u00b6 And on that syde stode laste of alle.                 of hem\n    \u00b6 The noble p{ro}phetyssa Sybell men her call.\n\n    \u00b6 Let me remembre now I you pray\n    \u00b6 My barayn is so thynne I deme in my herte\n    \u00b6 Some of the felyshyp that I there say.\n    \u00b6 In all this whyle to haue ouersterte.\n    \u00b6 A benedicite none coude I aduerte.\n    \u00b6 To thy{n}ke on Andrew the apostle {with} his crosse.\n    \u00b6 Whome to forgete were a grete losse.\n\n    \u00b6 Many one were peynted on that wall.\n    \u00b6 Whoos names come not to my remembrau{n}ce.\n    \u00b6 But thyse I marked in especyall.\n    \u00b6 And moo coude I tell in countenaunce.\n    \u00b6 Of tyme but forth to shewe you the substaunce.\n    \u00b6 Of this mater in the myndys of that arbere.\n    \u00b6 Sat Doctryne coloured as ony crystall clere.\n\n    \u00b6 Crowned as I tolde you late here before.\n    \u00b6 Whoos apparayl wos worth tresour Infynyte\n    \u00b6 All erthly rychesse count I no more.\n    \u00b6 To that in co{m}paryson valewy{n}g the{n} a myte.\n    \u00b6 Ouer her hede houed a culuer fayr & whyte.\n    \u00b6 Out of her byll p{ro}ceded a grete leme.\n    \u00b6 Downward to Doctryne lyke a sonne beme\n\n    \u00b6 The wordes of Doctryne yaue grete redole{n}s\n    \u00b6 In swetnesse of sauour to her dyscyples al.\n    \u00b6 It fer exceded myr & frankencense.\n    \u00b6 Or ony other tre spyce or els galle.\n    \u00b6 And whan she me espyed anone she gan me cal.\n    \u00b6 A{n}d co{m}mau{n}ded morple{us} {that} he shold bry{n}g me nere\n    \u00b6 For she wold me hew the effect of my desyre.          Original has\n                                                            Ad{n}, bry{n}\n    \u00b6 She sayd I know the cause of thy comyng.              and theffect\n    \u00b6 Is to vnderstond be myn enformal yon.                 instead of\n    \u00b6 Sensyble the mater of morpleus his shewynge           A{n}d, bry{n}g\n    \u00b6 As he hath the led about in vesyon.                   and the effect\n    \u00b6 Wherfore now I apply thy natural reason.\n    \u00b6 Vnto my wordes & or thou hens wend.\n    \u00b6 Thou shalt it know begynnyng and ende.\n\n    \u00b6 For whan Colus to pluto was broughte:\n    \u00b6 By hys owne neclygence taken prysonere.\n    \u00b6 Wythin the erth for he so fer foughte.\n    \u00b6 Sygnyfed is no more be that matere.\n    \u00b6 But only to shew the how it doth appere:\n    \u00b6 That welth vnbrydeled at thyn eye.\n    \u00b6 Enbraseth mysrewle and oft causyth foly.\n\n    \u00b6 For lyke as Colus beyng at his large\n    \u00b6 Streyted hymself thrugh his own lewdenesse\n    \u00b6 For he wolde deele where he had no charge\n    \u00b6 Ryght soo wantons by her wyldenesse\n    \u00b6 Oftesythe bryng hymselfe in dystresse\n    \u00b6 Because they sometyme to largely deele\n    \u00b6 What may wors be suffred tha{n} ouermykell weele\n\n    \u00b6 By Mynos the Iuge of hell desparate\n    \u00b6 May be vnderstonde goddys ryghtwysnes\n    \u00b6 That to euery wyght his payne deputate\n    \u00b6 Assygneth acordyng to his wyckednes\n    \u00b6 Wherfore he is called Iuge of cruelnes\n    \u00b6 And as for Dyana & Neptunus compleynte\n    \u00b6 Fygured may be fooles reason feynt.\n\n    \u00b6 For lyke as they made her suggestyon\n    \u00b6 To haue me Colus from cours of hys kynde\n    \u00b6 Which was Impossyble to bryng to correccyon\n    \u00b6 For euermore hys lyberte haue wyll the wynde\n    \u00b6 In lyke wyse fooles other whyle be blynde\n    \u00b6 Wenyng to subdew with her one honde\n    \u00b6 That is ouermykell for all an hole londe\n\n    \u00b6 But what foloweth therof that shall thou here\n    \u00b6 When they were come to the bankete\n    \u00b6 The grete Apollo with his sad chere\n    \u00b6 Soo fayre & curtously gan theym entret\n    \u00b6 That he made her beerdys on the new gete\n    \u00b6 Loo what wysdome dooth to a foole\n    \u00b6 Wherefore are children put to scoole\n\n    \u00b6 Ofte is it seen with sobre contenaunce\n    \u00b6 That wyse men fooles ouercome ay\n    \u00b6 Tornyng as hem lyst & all her varyaunce\n    \u00b6 Chaunge from ernest in to mery play\n    \u00b6 What were they bothe amendeth that day\n    \u00b6 When they were dreuen to her wyttes ende\n    \u00b6 Were they not fayne to graunt to be his frende\n\n    \u00b6 Ryght soo fooles when they haue done\n    \u00b6 All that they can than be they fayne\n    \u00b6 Gyue vp hed mater to oblyuyone\n    \u00b6 Without rewarde they haue no more brayne\n    \u00b6 And yet ful ofte hath hit be sayne\n    \u00b6 When they it haue foryete & set at nought\n    \u00b6 That they full dere haue afterwarde it bought\n\n    \u00b6 And as for all tho that represent\n    \u00b6 To be called goddys at that banket\n    \u00b6 Resemble false ydollys but to his entent\n    \u00b6 Was Morpleus co{m}maunded thyder the to fet\n    \u00b6 That thou sholdest know the maner & the get\n    \u00b6 Of the paynym law and of her byleue\n    \u00b6 How false ydolatry ledeth hem by the sleue\n\n    \u00b6 For soone vppon the worldys creacyon\n    \u00b6 When Adam and Eve had broke the precept\n    \u00b6 Whiche clerkes call the tyme of deuyacyon\n    \u00b6 The worldly people in paynym law slept\n    \u00b6 Tyll moyses vnd{er} god the tables of stone kept\n    \u00b6 In whiche tyme Poetes feyned many a fable\n    \u00b6 To dyscrete Reason ryght acceptable\n\n    \u00b6 And to the entent that they sholde sounde\n    \u00b6 To the eeres of hem the more pleasantly\n    \u00b6 That they{m} sholde rede or here the yaue they{m} a grou{n}d{e}\n    \u00b6 And addid names vnto they{m} naturally\n    \u00b6 Of whom they spake & callid he{m} goddis hy\n    \u00b6 Some for the strength & myght of her nature\n    \u00b6 And some for her sotyll wytty coniecture\n\n    \u00b6 By nature thus as the seuen planettes\n    \u00b6 Haue her propre names by Astronomeres\n    \u00b6 But goddys were they called by old Poetes\n    \u00b6 For her gret feruency of werkyng in her speres\n    \u00b6 Experyence preueth this at all yeres\n    \u00b6 And for as other that goddys called be\n    \u00b6 For sotyll wytte that shall I teche the\n\n    \u00b6 How they by that hyghe name of god cam\n    \u00b6 In this sayd tyme the people was so rude\n    \u00b6 That what maner creature man or woman\n    \u00b6 Coude ony newelte contryue and conclude\n    \u00b6 For the comon wele all the multytude\n    \u00b6 Of the comon people a god sholde hym call\n    \u00b6 Or a goddesse after hit was fall\n\n    \u00b6 Of the same thyng that was so newefounde\n    \u00b6 As Ceres for she the crafte of tylthe fonde\n    \u00b6 Wherby more plentouously corne dyd habou{n}de\n    \u00b6 The people her called thrugh out euery londe\n    \u00b6 Goddesse of corne wendyng in her honde\n    \u00b6 Had layn all power of cornes habundaunce\n    \u00b6 Thus were {the} Paynems deceyued by ignorau{n}ce\n\n    \u00b6 In lyke maner Isys was called the goddesse\n    \u00b6 Of frute for she fyrst made it multuply\n    \u00b6 By the name of graffyng & soo by processe\n    \u00b6 The name of Pan gan to deyfy\n    \u00b6 For he fyrst founde the mene shepe to guy\n    \u00b6 Some toke it also by her condycyon\n    \u00b6 As Pluto Fortune and suche other doon\n\n    \u00b6 Thus all that Poetes put vnder couerture\n    \u00b6 Of fable the rurall people hit toke\n    \u00b6 Properly as acte refusyng the fygure                  Original has\n    \u00b6 Which errour some of hem neuer forsoke                arte\n    \u00b6 Ofte a false myrour deceyueth a mannes loke           instead of\n    \u00b6 As thou mayst dayly pryue at thyne ey                 acte\n    \u00b6 Thus were the paynyms deceyued generally\n\n    \u00b6 That seyng the dedely enemy of mankynde\n    \u00b6 By his pouer premyssyue entred the ymagys\n    \u00b6 Within the Temples to make the people blynde\n    \u00b6 In her ydolatry standyng on hyghe stagys\n    \u00b6 Insomoche whoo vsed dau{n}gerous passagys\n    \u00b6 Ony maner way by water or be londe\n    \u00b6 When hyd his sacryfyce his answere redy fonde\n\n    \u00b6 Thus duryng the tyme of deuyacion\n    \u00b6 From Adam to Moyses was ydolatry\n    \u00b6 Through the worlde vsed in comon opynyon\n    \u00b6 These were the goddys that thou there sy\n    \u00b6 And as for the awayters that stood hem by\n    \u00b6 They polytyke Phylosophers & Poetes were\n    \u00b6 Whiche feyned the fables {that} I speke of here\n\n    \u00b6 Then seased the tyme of deuyacyon\n    \u00b6 When Moyses receyued that tables of stone\n    \u00b6 Entryng the tyme of reuocacyon\n    \u00b6 On the mounte of Synay stondyng allone\n    \u00b6 God yaue hym myght ayene all his fone\n    \u00b6 And then began the olde testament\n    \u00b6 Whiche to the people by Moyses was sent\n\n    \u00b6 And that tyme dured the Incarnacyon\n    \u00b6 Of Cryste and then began it to sese\n    \u00b6 For then came the tyme of reconcylyacyon\n    \u00b6 Of man to god I tell the doutlese\n    \u00b6 When the sone of man put hym in prese\n    \u00b6 Wylfully to suffre dethe for mankynde\n    \u00b6 In holy scrypture this mayst thou fynde\n\n    \u00b6 This Reconcylyacyon was the tyme of grace\n    \u00b6 When fou{n}ded was the chirche vpon {that} fayre sto{n}e\n    \u00b6 And to holy Peter the keye delyuered was\n    \u00b6 Of heuen hell dyspoyled was anone\n    \u00b6 Thys was mankynde delyuered from his fone   Original has Wnd\n    \u00b6 And then began the newe testament           instead of And\n                                                The last line of stanza\n    \u00b6 Whiche .iii. tymes a sondry dyuyded       is missing. The line reads:\n    \u00b6 Mayst thou here see yf thou lyst beholde      That the Crystyn pepyll\n    \u00b6 The fyrst behynde the in pycture is prouyded  beleve in present.\n    \u00b6 The seconde of the lyft honde shew p{ro}phet olde       Original has\n    \u00b6 The .iii. on the ryght honde here it is to {the} tolde  in instead\n    \u00b6 Thus hast thou in vysyon the verey fygure               of is\n    \u00b6 Of these .iii. tymes here shewed in portrayture\n\n    \u00b6 That is to say fyrst of deuyacyon\n    \u00b6 From Adam to Moyses recordyng scripture\n    \u00b6 Seconde fro Moyses to the Incarnacyon\n    \u00b6 Of Cryst kepeth reuocacyon cure\n    \u00b6 And as for the thyrd thou mayst be verrey sure\n    \u00b6 Wylt dure from thens to the worldes ende\n    \u00b6 But now the .iiii. must thou haue in mynde\n\n    \u00b6 Whiche is callid p{ro}perly {the} tyme of pylgremage\n    \u00b6 After some & some named it otherwyse\n    \u00b6 And call hit the tyme of daungerous passage\n    \u00b6 And some of werre that fully hit dyspyse\n    \u00b6 But what so it be named I wyll the auyse\n    \u00b6 Remembre it well and prynte it in thy mynde\n    \u00b6 Wherof the fygure mayst thou me behynde\n\n    \u00b6 And elles remembre thyselfe in thyne herte\n    \u00b6 How Vyce & Vertue dayly theym occupy\n    \u00b6 In maner one of hem hym to peruerte\n    \u00b6 Another to bryng hym to endeles glory\n    \u00b6 Thus they contynue fyght for the vyctory\n    \u00b6 Hit is no nede herof to tell the more\n    \u00b6 For in this short vysyon {thou} hast seen it before\n\n    \u00b6 And as for Attropos greuous compleynt\n    \u00b6 Vnto the goddys betokeneth noo more\n    \u00b6 But oonly to shew the how frendely constrey{n}t\n    \u00b6 On a stedfast herte weyeth full sore\n    \u00b6 Good wyll requyreth good wyll ayene therfore\n    \u00b6 Dyscorde to deth hathe ay byn a frende\n    \u00b6 For Dyscorde bryngeth many to her ende\n\n    \u00b6 Wherfore Dethe thought he wolde auenged be\n    \u00b6 On his frendes quarell yf that he myghte\n    \u00b6 For her gret vnkyndnesse is somoche as she\n    \u00b6 Was among hem all had so in despyte\n    \u00b6 And at that ba[n]ket made of soo lyte\n    \u00b6 Which caused hym among he{m} to cast in a bone\n    \u00b6 That fou{n}de they{m} gnawyng ynough euerichone\n\n    \u00b6 Thus ofte is seen on frende for a nother\n    \u00b6 Wyll say & doo and some tyme maters feyne\n    \u00b6 And also kynnysmen a cosyne or a brother\n    \u00b6 Wyll for his alyer he haue cause compleyne\n    \u00b6 And where that he loueth doo his besy peyne\n    \u00b6 His frendes mater as his owne to take\n    \u00b6 Whiche oft sythe causeth mychyll sorow awake\n\n    \u00b6 Be hit ryght or wrong he chargeth not a myte\n    Ap towarde that poynt he taketh lytyll hede\n    \u00b6 So that he may haue his frowarde appetyte\n    Performed he careth not how his soule spede (not{e}\n    \u00b6 Of God or Deuyll haue suche lytyll drede\n    \u00b6 How be it one there is that lord is of all\n    \u00b6 Whiche to euery wyght at last rewarde shall\n\n    \u00b6 And as for {the} batayl betwene Vertu holde\n    \u00b6 Soo playnly appereth to the inwardly\n    \u00b6 To make exposycyon therof new or olde\n    \u00b6 Were but superfluyte therefore refuse hit I\n    \u00b6 In man shall thou fynde {that} were kept dayly\n    \u00b6 Lyke as {thou} hast seen it fowty[u]e before thy face\n    \u00b6 The pycture me behynd{e} sheweth it i{n} lytyll space\n\n    \u00b6 And as for Macrocosme it is nomore to say\n    \u00b6 But the lesse worlde to the comon entent\n    \u00b6 Whiche applyed is to man both nyght & day\n    \u00b6 Soo is man the felde to which all were sent\n    \u00b6 On bothe partyes & they that thyder went\n    \u00b6 Sygnyfye nomore but after the condycyon\n    \u00b6 Of euery manes opynyon\n\n    \u00b6 And as for the noble knygt Perseueraunce\n    \u00b6 Which gate the felde when it was almost gone\n    \u00b6 Betokeneth nomore but the contynuaunce\n    \u00b6 Of vertuous lyvyng tyll dethe hath auergone\n    \u00b6 Who soo wyll doo rewarded is anone\n    \u00b6 As Vertue was with the crowne on hy\n    whiche is noo more but euerlastyng glory\n\n    \u00b6 And as for Prestynacyon                       The line is cut short.\n    \u00b6 That eche of hem rewarded after his deserte   The line must be:\n    \u00b6 Is to vnderstonde nomore but dampnacyon       And as for Prescience\n    \u00b6 To vycyous people is the verey scourge smert  and Predestinacion\n    \u00b6 Rewarde for they fro Vertue wolde peruert\n    \u00b6 And endelesse Ioye is to hem that be electe\n    \u00b6 Rewarded & to all that folow the same secte\n\n    \u00b6 And as for the keyes of the posternes fyue\n    Whiche were to Morple{us} rewarded for his laboure\n    \u00b6 Sygnyfye not elles but whyle man is on lyue\n    \u00b6 His fyue inwarde wyttes shall be euery hour\n    \u00b6 In his slepe occupyed in hele & in langour\n    \u00b6 With fantasyes tryfels Illusyons & dremes\n    \u00b6 Whiche Poetes call Morpleus stremes\n\n    \u00b6 And as for Residiuacyon is nomore to say\n    \u00b6 But after Confessyon tornyng ayene to synne\n    \u00b6 Whiche to euery man retornyth sauns delay\n    \u00b6 To vycyous lyuyng agayn hym to wynne\n    \u00b6 Whyle ony man lyueth wyll it neuer blynne\n    \u00b6 That cursed conclusyon for to bryng aboute\n    \u00b6 But Reason with Sadnes kepe it styll oute\n\n    \u00b6 Here hast thou properly the verrey sentence\n    \u00b6 Perde now declared of this vysyon\n    \u00b6 The pycture also yeueth clere intellygence\n    \u00b6 Therof beholden with good dyscresyon\n    \u00b6 Loke well aboute and take consyderasyon\n    \u00b6 As I haue declared whether hit soo be\n    \u00b6 A syr quoth Morpleus what tolde I the\n\n    \u00b6 Hast thou properly the verey sentence\n    \u00b6 Loke on yon wall yonder before\n    \u00b6 And all that tyme stood I in a wyre\n    \u00b6 Whiche way first myn hert wolde yeue more\n    \u00b6 To loke in a stody stood I therfore\n    \u00b6 Neuerthelesse at last as Morpleus me badde\n    \u00b6 I loked forwarde with contenaunce sadde\n\n    \u00b6 Where I beheld in portrayture\n    \u00b6 The maner of the felde euen as it was\n    Shewed me before & euery creature\n    \u00b6 On bothe sydes beyng drawyng in small space\n    \u00b6 Soo caryously in soo lytyll a compace\n    \u00b6 In all this worlde was neuer thyng wrought\n    \u00b6 Hit were Impossyble in erthe to be thought\n\n    \u00b6 And when I had long beholde that pycture\n    \u00b6 What q{uo}d Morpleus how longe shalte thou loke\n    \u00b6 Daryng as a dastard on yon portrayture:\n    \u00b6 Come of for shame thy wytte stante a croke\n    \u00b6 I heryng that myn herte to me toke\n    \u00b6 Towarde the fourthe wall tornyng my vysage\n    \u00b6 Where I sawe Poetes & Phylosophers sage\n\n    \u00b6 Many one moo that at the banket\n    \u00b6 Serued the goddes as I sayde before\n    \u00b6 Som were made standyng & som in chayris set\n    \u00b6 Som lokyng on bokys as they had stodyed sore\n    \u00b6 Som drawyng almenakis & in her hondis bore\n    \u00b6 Astyrlabes takyng the altytude of the sonne\n    \u00b6 Among whome Dyogenes sate in a tonne\n\n    \u00b6 And as I was lokyng on that fourthe wall\n    \u00b6 Of Dyogenes beholdyng the ymage\n    \u00b6 Sodeynly Doctryne began me to call\n    \u00b6 And bad me tourne towarde hyr my vysage\n    \u00b6 And soo then I dyde with humble corage\n    \u00b6 Whan thynkest {thou} she sayd hast {thou} not thentent\n    \u00b6 Yet of these foure walles what they represent\n\n    \u00b6 The pycture on the fyrst {that} standeth at my bake\n    \u00b6 Sheweth the {the} present tyme of pylgremage\n    \u00b6 Of whiche before I vnto the spake\n    \u00b6 Whiche is the tyme of daungerous passage\n    \u00b6 The seconde dyscrettly agayne my vysage\n    \u00b6 The tyme expresseth of Deuyacyon\n    \u00b6 Whyle paynyme lawe had the domynacyon\n\n    \u00b6 The thryd wall standyng on my lyfe honde\n    \u00b6 The tyme representeth of Reuocacyon\n    \u00b6 And the fourthe standyng on my ryght honde\n    \u00b6 Determyneth the tyme of Reconsylyacyon\n    \u00b6 This is the effecte of thy vysyon\n    \u00b6 Wherfore the nedeth no more theron to muse\n    \u00b6 Hit were but veyne thy wyttes to dysuse\n\n    \u00b6 But duryng the tym of Reconsylyacyon\n    \u00b6 Thy tyme of pylgremage loke well {thou} spende\n    \u00b6 And then woll gracyous Predestynacyon                 Original has\n    \u00b6 Bryng the to glory at thy law ende                    well instead\n    \u00b6 And euen with that came to my mynde                   of woll\n    \u00b6 My fyrst conclusyon that I was aboute\n    \u00b6 To haue dreuen er slepe made me to lute\n\n    \u00b6 That is to say how Sensualyte\n    \u00b6 {With} Reason to acorde myght be brought aboute\n    \u00b6 Whiche caused me to knele downe on my kne\n    \u00b6 And beseke Doctryne determyne that doute\n    \u00b6 Oo Lord god sayd Doctry{n}e canst {thou} not withoute\n    \u00b6 Me that conclusyon bryng to an ende\n    \u00b6 Ferre is fro the wytte & ferther good mende\n\n    \u00b6 And euen with that Dethe gan appere\n    \u00b6 Shewyng hymselfe as though that he wolde\n    \u00b6 His darte haue occupyed within that herbere\n    \u00b6 But there was none for hym yong nor olde\n    \u00b6 Saue oonly I Doctrine hym tolde\n    \u00b6 And when I herde hyr with hym comon thus\n    \u00b6 I me withdrew behynde Morpleus.\n\n    \u00b6 Dredyng full sore lest he with his dart.\n    \u00b6 Through Doctrynes wordes ony entresse.\n    \u00b6 In me wolde haue had or claymed ony part\n    \u00b6 Which sholde haue caused me grete heuynesse\n    \u00b6 Within whiche tyme & short processe\n    \u00b6 Came thyder Reason and Sensualyte.\n    \u00b6 A quoth Doctryne ryght welcome be ye\n\n    \u00b6 Hit is not long sythe we of you spake\n    \u00b6 Ye must er ye goo determyne a doute\n    \u00b6 And euen with that she the mater brake\n    \u00b6 To theym & tolde hit euery where aboute\n    \u00b6 I wolde haue be thens yf I had moute\n    \u00b6 For fere I loked as blake as a cole\n    \u00b6 I wolde haue cropen in a mouse hole\n\n    \u00b6 What quoth Doctryne where is he now\n    \u00b6 That meu[i]d this mater straunge & dyffuse\n    \u00b6 He is a cowarde I make myn auow\n    \u00b6 He hyded his hede his mocyon to refuse\n    \u00b6 Blame hym not q{uo}d Reason alway {that} to vse\n    \u00b6 When he seeth Dethe soo nere at his honde\n    \u00b6 Yet is his part hym to withstonde\n\n    \u00b6 Or at the leste way elles fro hym flee                Original has\n    \u00b6 As longe as he may who dooth other wyse               fym instead\n    \u00b6 Is an ydeote quoth Sensualytee                        of hym\n    \u00b6 Who dredeth not Dethe wyse men hym dyspyse\n    \u00b6 What said Doctryne how long hathe this gyse\n    \u00b6 Be holden & vsed thus atwixe you tweyne\n    \u00b6 Ye were not wonte to acorde certeyne\n\n    \u00b6 Yes quoth Reason in this poynt alway\n    \u00b6 To euery man haue we yeuen our counsayll\n    \u00b6 Dethe for to flee as long as they may\n    \u00b6 Although wo otherwyse haue done our trauayl\n    \u00b6 Eche other to represse yet withoute fayll\n    \u00b6 In that poynt oonly dyscordeth we neuer\n    \u00b6 Thus condescended therin be we for euer\n\n    \u00b6 Aha sayd Doctryne then is the conclusyon\n    \u00b6 Clerely determined of the gret doute\n    \u00b6 That here wes meuyd & halfe in derysyon\n    \u00b6 She me then called & bade me loke oute\n    \u00b6 Come forthe she sayd & feere not this route\n    \u00b6 And euen with that Reason & Sensualyte\n    \u00b6 And Dethe fro thens were vanysshed all thre\n\n    \u00b6 Then loked I forthe as Doctryne me badde\n    \u00b6 When Dethe was gone me thought I was bolde\n    \u00b6 To shewe myselfe but yet was I sadde\n    \u00b6 Me thought my doute was not as I wolde\n    \u00b6 Clerely and openly declared & tolde\n    \u00b6 Hit sowned to me as a parable\n    \u00b6 Derke as a myste or a fayned fable                    Original has\n                                                            myhe instead\n    \u00b6 And Doctryne my conceyte gan espy                     of myste\n    \u00b6 Wherfore sayd she standest thou soo styll\n    \u00b6 Wherin is thy thought arte thou in stody\n    \u00b6 Of thy questyon hast thou not thy fyll\n    \u00b6 To the declared tell me thy wyll.\n    \u00b6 Herdest thou not Reason & Sensualyte\n    \u00b6 Declared thy doute here before the\n\n    \u00b6 Forsothe quoth I I herde what they sayde\n    \u00b6 But neuerthelesse my wytte is so thynne\n    \u00b6 And also of Dethe I was so afrayde\n    \u00b6 That hit is out where hit vent ynne\n    \u00b6 And so that mater can I not wynne\n    \u00b6 Without your helpe & benyuolence\n    \u00b6 Therof to expresse the veray sentence\n\n    \u00b6 Well quod Doctryne then yeue attendaunce\n    \u00b6 Vnto my wordes & thou shalt here\n    \u00b6 Openly declared the concordaunce\n    \u00b6 Atwene Sensualyte & Reason in fere\n    \u00b6 If thou take hede hit clerely dooth apere\n    \u00b6 How they were knette in one opynyon\n    \u00b6 Bothe agayn Dethe helde contradyccon\n\n    \u00b6 Whiche concordaunce no more sygnyfyeth\n    \u00b6 To playne vnderstandyng but in euery mane\n    \u00b6 Bothe Sensualyte & Reason applyeth\n    \u00b6 Rather Dethe to flee then with hir to be tane\n    \u00b6 Loo in that poynt accorde they holly thane\n    \u00b6 And in all other they clerely dyscorde\n    \u00b6 Thus is trewly set thy doubtfull monacorde\n\n    \u00b6 I heryng that kneled on my kne\n    \u00b6 And thanked her lowly for her dyscyplyne\n    \u00b6 That she wouchesafe of her benygnyte\n    \u00b6 Of tho gret doubtes me to enlumyne\n    \u00b6 Well was she worthy to be called Doctryne\n    \u00b6 If it had be no more but for the solucyon\n    \u00b6 Of my demaunde & of this straunge vysyon\n\n    \u00b6 And as I with myne hede began for to bow\n    \u00b6 As me well ought to do her reuerence\n    \u00b6 She thens departed I can not tell how\n    \u00b6 But within a moment gone was she thens\n    \u00b6 Then sayd Morpleus let vs go hens\n    \u00b6 what sholde we here tarye lengere\n    \u00b6 Hast thou not herde a generall answere\n\n    \u00b6 To all thy materes that thou lyst to meue\n    \u00b6 My tyme draweth nere that I must rest\n    \u00b6 And euen therewith he toke me by the sleue\n    \u00b6 And sayd goo we hens for that sholde I best\n    \u00b6 As good is ynough as a grete fest\n    \u00b6 Thou hast seen ynough holde the content\n    \u00b6 And euen with {that} forthe with hym I went\n\n    \u00b6 Tyll he had me brought agene to my bedde\n    \u00b6 where he me founde and then pryuely                   Original has\n    \u00b6 He stale awaye I coude not vnderstande                pruyely\n    \u00b6 were he became but sodeynly                           instead of\n    \u00b6 As he came he went I tell you veryly                  pryuely\n    \u00b6 whiche done fro slepe I gan to awake\n    \u00b6 My body all in swet began for to shake\n\n    \u00b6 For drede of the syght that I had sene\n    \u00b6 wenyng to me all had be trew\n    \u00b6 Actuelly done where I had bene\n    \u00b6 That batyll holde twene Vyce & Vertew\n    \u00b6 But when I see hit hit was but a whew\n    \u00b6 A dreme a fantasy & a thyng of nought\n    \u00b6 To study thereon I had nomore thought\n\n    \u00b6 Tyll at the last I gan me bethynke\n    \u00b6 For what cause shewed was this vysyon\n    \u00b6 I knew not wherefore I toke pen & ynke\n    \u00b6 And paper therof to make mencyon\n    \u00b6 In wrytyng takyng consyderacyon\n    \u00b6 That noo defaute were found in me\n    \u00b6 whereon accused I ought for to be\n\n    \u00b6 For slouthe that I had left hit vntolde\n    \u00b6 Neyther by mouthe nor in remembrau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 Put it in wrytyng where thorugh manyfolde\n    \u00b6 wayes of accusacio{n} myght torne me to greuau{n}ce\n    \u00b6 All this I sawe as I lay in a traunce\n    \u00b6 But wheder it was with myne ey bodely\n    \u00b6 Or not in certayn god knoweth & not I\n\n    \u00b6 That to dyscerne I purpose not to dele\n    \u00b6 Soo large by my wyll it longeth not to me\n    \u00b6 were hit dreme or vysyon for your owne wele\n    \u00b6 All that shall hit rede here rad or se\n    \u00b6 Take thereof the best & let the worst be\n    \u00b6 Try out the corne clene from the chaff\n    And then may ye say ye have a sure staff\n\n    \u00b6 To stande by at nede of ye wyll it holde\n    \u00b6 And walke by the way of Vertue\n    \u00b6 But alwey beware be ye yong or olde\n    \u00b6 That your Frewyll ay to Vertue more\n    \u00b6 Apply than to Vyce the easyer may be bore\n    \u00b6 The burden of the felde that ye dayly fyght\n    \u00b6 Agayn your .iii. enemyes for all her gret myght\n\n    \u00b6 That is to say the Deuyll & the Flesshe\n    \u00b6 And also the worlde with hith his glosyng chere\n    \u00b6 Whyche on you loketh euer newe & fresshe\n    \u00b6 But he is not as he dooth apere\n    \u00b6 Loke ye kepe you ay out of his daungere\n    \u00b6 And soo the vyctory shall ye obteyne\n    \u00b6 Vyce fro you exyled & Vertue in you reyne\n\n    \u00b6 And then shall ye haue the tru{m}phall guerdon\n    \u00b6 That god reserued to euery creature\n    \u00b6 Aboue in his celestyall mansyon\n    \u00b6 Ioye & blysse infynyte eternally to endure\n    \u00b6 Wherof we say we wolde fayne be sure\n    \u00b6 But the way thyderwarde to holde be we lothe\n    \u00b6 That oft sythe causeth {the} good lord to be wrothe\n\n    \u00b6 And by our deserte our habytacyon chau{n}geth\n    \u00b6 Fro Ioye to payne & woo perpetuelly\n    \u00b6 From his gloryous syght thus he vs estrau{n}geth\n    \u00b6 For our vycyous lyuyng thorugh our owne foly\n    \u00b6 Wherfore let vs praye to that lorde of glory\n    \u00b6 Whyle we in erthe be {that} he wyll yeue vs grace\n    \u00b6 So vs here to guyde that we may haue a place\n\n    \u00b6 Accordyng to oure Regeneracyon\n    \u00b6 Which heuenly spyrytes his name to magnyfy.\n    \u00b6 Whiche downe descendeth for oure redempcyon\n    \u00b6 Offryng hymselfe on the crosse to his fad{er} on hy\n    \u00b6 Now benygne Ihesu that boren was of Mary\n    \u00b6 All that to this vysyon haue gyue{n} her audyence\n    \u00b6 Graunte eternal Ioye after thy last se{n}tence\n\n    A M E N\n\n    \u00b6 Here endeth a lytyll Treatyse\n    named The assemble of goddes\n\n[Illustration]\n\n[Illustration]","title":"The Assemble of Goddes","tradition":"myth-cosmogony","translated_text":null,"word_count":19745}