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The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings…The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges…
The second [seventh] sermon of Master Hugh Latimer which he preached before the Kings Majesty [with?]in his graces palace at Westminster, the xv. day of March [-xix day of April], M.ccccc.xlix.The seconde [seventh] sermon of Maister Hughe Latimer which he preached before the Kynges Maiestie [with?]in his graces palayce at Westminster, ye xv. day of Marche [-xix daye of Apryll], M.ccccc.xlix.
printed by John Day, 1549printed by Jhon Day, 1549
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They would needs have her confess, then saith she. I am not guilty, would ye have me to make me guilty, where I am not? Yet for all this, she was a trespasser, she had done a great offence. But before I go forward with this, I must first tell you a tale.
They would nedes haue hir confesse, then saith she. I am not gylty, wold ye haue me to make me gyltye, wher I am not? Yet for al thys, she was a trespasar, she had done a greate offence. But before I go forward with thys, I must first tel you a tale.
I heard a good while ago, a tale of one (I saw the man that told me the tale not long ago) in this auditory. He hath travailed in mo countries than one.
I hearde a good whyle ago, a tale of one (I saw the mā that tolde me the tale not longe ago) in thys auditorye. He hath traueiled in mo countries thē one.
He told me that there was once a praetor in Rome, Lord mayor of Rome,1 a rich man, one of the richest merchants in all the city, & suddenly he was caste in the castle Angel. It was heard of, & every man, whispered in an others ear. What hath he done? Hath he killed any man? No. Hath he meddled with Alam, our holy fathers merchandise? No, Hath he counterfeited our holy fathers Bulls? No. For these were high treasons▪
He toulde me that there was once a pretour in Rome, Lorde mayre of Rome,1 a ryche manne, one of the richest marchauntes in all the cytye, & sodaynelye he was caste in the castle Aungell. It was herde of, & euerye man, whispered in an others eare. What hath he done? Hathe he kylled anye man? No. Hath he medled wyth Alam, oure holye fathers marchādice? No, Hath he coūterfaited our holy fathers Bulles? No. For these were hye treasons