Not long before his recantation there was one master Malarie, master of arts of Cambridge of Christs College, who for like opinions contrary to the Romish faith, was convented before the Bishops, and in the end sent to Oxford there openly to recant, and to bear his faggot, to the terror of the students of that University, at whose recantation while Doctor Smith preached, and treated of the Sacrament, there rose a false imagination of firs that should be over their heads; and such impression it took in Doctor Smith, that in manner he first of all cried out in the pulpit:1 these are the trains and subtleties of Heretics against me. Lord have mercy upon me, Lord have mercy upon me, &c. Claymunde with other of the aged sort, that could not run and make shift for themselves, kneeled down before the high Altar, ⟨p. 57⟩committing themselves and their lives unto the sacrament, all full of terror. While the rest thronged & thrust to get out of the Church; among them there was a boy, that seeing the doors so stopped with press, that he could not get out, climbed up upon the door, & among them gate out over mens heads: being upon the door, he saw a Monk coming towards him, which had a great wide cowl hanging at his back: which the boy perceiving, leaps down into the Monks cowl: the Monk at the first perceiving nothing, but after a while, feeling his cowl heavy, and hearing the voice of the boy; thought it had been a devil: and began to conjure him, in the name of God and all saints; I command thee to declare what thou art, that art behind my back? to whom the boy answered: I am Bartram's boy.2 But I (said the Monk) adjure thee in the name of the unseparable trinity, that thou wicked spirit, do tell me who thou art, from whence thou camest, and that thou get thee hence: I am Bartram's boy, said he, good master let me go: and with that, his cowl began to crack upon his shoulders: the monk, when he perceived the matter, took the boy out and discharged his cowl, the boy took his legs and ran away as fast as he could, and this was the perplexity of the good Catholics in that assembly: which rose upon the crying of fire in the streets, by one Hewster, who saw a chimney on fire: and according to the custom, cried: Fire, fire, as he passed by Saint Mary's Church.
Not long before his recantation there was one maister Malarie, maister of arts of Cambridge of Christs Colledge, who for like opinions contrary to the Romish faith, was conuented before the Bishoppes, and in the end sent to Oxford there openly to recant, and to beare his faggot, to the terrour of the studentes of that Vniuersitie, at whose recantation while Doctor Smith preached, and treated of the Sacrament, there rose a false imagination of firs that shoulde bée ouer their heades; and suche impression it tooke in Doctor Smith, that in manner hée first of all cried out in the pulpet:1 these are the traynes and subtilties of Heretikes agaynst mée. Lorde haue mercie vppon mée, Lorde haue mercie vppon mée, &c. Claymunde with other of the aged sorte, that coulde not runne and make shift for themselues, knéeled downe before the highe Altar, ⟨p. 57⟩committing themselues and their liues vnto the sacrament, all ful of terror. While the rest thronged & thrust to get out of the Church; among them there was a boy, that séeing the dores so stopped with presse, that he could not get out, climed vp vpon the dore, & among them gate out ouer mens heads: being vpon the doore, he saw a Monke comming towardes him, which had a great wide cowle hanging at his backe: which the boy perceiuing, leapes downe into the Monkes cowle: the Monke at the first perceiuing nothing, but after a while, féeling his cowle heauie, and hearing the voyce of the boy; thought it had béene a diuell: and began to coniure him, in the name of God and all saints; I commaund thée to declare what thou art, that art behind my backe? to whom the boy answered: I am Bartrams boy.2 But I (saide the Monke) adiure thée in the name of the vnseparable trinitie, that thou wicked spirite, doe tell mée who thou art, from whence thou camest, and that thou gette thée hence: I am Bartrams boy, sayde hée, good maister let mée go: and with that, his cowle beganne to cracke vpon his shoulders: the monke, when he perceiued the matter, tooke the boy out and discharged his cowle, the boy tooke his legges and ran away as fast as he could, and this was the perplexitie of the good Catholikes in that assemblie: which rose vpon the crying of fire in the stréetes, by one Hewster, who sawe a chimney on fire: and according to the custome, cried: Fire, fire, as hée passed by Saint Maries Church.
- 1A popish fear.A popish feare.
- 2Bartrams boy. The devil in the Monks cowl.Bartrams boy. The diuell in the Monkes cowle.
