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An abridgement of the book of acts and monuments of the ChurchAn abridgement of the booke of acts and monumentes of the Church
An abridgement of the book of acts and monuments of the Church: written by that Reverend Father, Master John Fox: and now abridged by Timothy Bright, Doctor of Physic, for such as either through want of leisure, or ability have not the use of so necessary an historyAn abridgement of the booke of acts and monumentes of the Church: written by that Reuerend Father, Maister Iohn Fox: and now abridged by Timothe Bright, Doctour of Phisicke, for such as either through want of leysure, or abilitie haue not the vse of so necessary an history
London: printed by I. Windet, 1589
Volume 2 › Book 11: The eleventh Book.Volume 2 › Book 11: The eleuenth Booke.
Modern spelling is a reading aid: the words are the author’s, only the spelling is modernized. Original shows the page as printed, with the transcription marks.
About ij. of the clock he was brought to the place called Romeland, a green near the west end of the abbey church. After he had prayed at the stake, he said with a cheerful voice, that although he had a sharp dinner, yet he hoped to have a joyful supper in heaven. While the reeds were set about him, a priest came to persuade him to believe in the sacrament. But Tankerfield cried vehemently, I defy the whore of Babylon, fie on the abominable idol. Whereat the major was sore offended, and said: though he had but one lode of fagots in the world, he would give them to the burning of him.
About ij. of the clocke he was brought to the place called Romeland, a gréene néere the west end of the abbey church. After he had prayed at the stake, he said wt a chéerfull voice, that although he had a sharp dinner, yet he hoped to haue a ioyful supper in heauen. While ye reeds were set about him, a priest came to perswade him to beléeue in the sacrament. But Tankerfield cried vehemētly, I defy the whore of Babilon, fie on the abhominable idol. Whereat the maior was sore offended, and said: though he had but one lode of fagots in the world, he would geue them to the burning of him.
There was a certain knight by, that went unto Tankerfielde, and took him by the hand, and said: good brother be strong in Christ. This he spake softly: and Tankerfield said, Oh sir, I thank you, I am so I thank God. Fire being put to him,1 he embraced the flame, and bathed his hands therein, and so gave up his soul into the hands of Christ. Whose patience was such, that certain superstitious old women did say the devil was in him, and in all such Heretics, and therefore they could not almost feel any pain.
There was a certaine knight by, that went vnto Tākerfielde, and tooke him by the hand, and said: good brother be strong in Christ. This he spake softly: and Tankerfield said, Oh sir, I thanke you, I am so I thank God. Fire being put to him,