A14151:155
The practise of prelates. CompiledThe practyse of prelates. Compyled
The practise of prelates. Compiled by the faithful and godly learned man, William TyndaleThe practyse of prelates. Compyled by the faythfull and godly learned man, Wyllyam Tyndale
London: printed by Anthony Scoloker and William Seres. Dwelling without Temple bar, 1548London: printed by Anthony Scoloker and Willyam Seres. Dwellynge wythout Temple barre, 1548
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¶By what craft the pope keepeth the Emperor down.¶By what craft the pope kepeth the Emperour doune.
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.
When the Pope hath what he desireth in Italy, then must we make peace with the Frenchmen again immediately / that france be not all together trodden under the feet: but that it rema• alway in a mean state / strong Enough to match the emperor & to keep him down, but not to mighty for oppressing the pope, and then our prelates to bring the peace about / send immediately a fryer forest / or a vicar of Croydon / to preach before y• king & his lords / which preacher roareth and crieth unto them as though he hallowed his hounds and maketh exclamations, saying: Alas what will ye do? spare Christen blood: will ye slay your own souls? Be not the frenchmen as well christen as ye? Moreover ye slay pore innocents that never offended? make peace for the passion of christ, kill ⟨image 54⟩not one an other as though Christ had not dyed for you: but fight rather against the turks.
WHen the Pope hath what he desyreth in Italye, then muste we make peace wyth the Frenchmen agayne immediatlye / that fraunce be not all together trodē vnder the fete: but that it rema• alwaye in a meane state / stronge Inough to match the emperour & to kepe hym doune, but not to myghtye for oppressinge the pope, and then oure prelates to bringe the peace about / sende immediatly a fryer forest / or a vicar of croiden / to preach before y• king & his lords / which preacher roreth ād cryeth vnto thē as though he halowed hys houndes and maketh exclamations, sayenge: Alas what wyll ye do? spare Chrysten bloude: wyll ye slea youre owne soules? Be not the frēchmē as well christē as ye? Moreouer ye slea pore innocents that neuer offēded? make peace for ye passiō of christ, kyll ⟨image 54⟩not one an other as though Christ had not dyed for you: but fyght rather agaynst the turkes.