The cautels, canon, and ceremonies, of the most blasphemous, abominable, and monstrous popish Mass…The cauteles, canon, and ceremonies, of the most blasphemous, abhominable, and monstrous popish Masse…

c I will here tell you a tale, for the better understanding as well of this Cautell, as also of all the rest that follow, which fell out in Auxerre, in the year a thousand, five hundred, twenty six, upon Corpus Christi day: which was told me by such men, as are worthy to be believed, because some of them played a part at that time in that pageant. The tale is thus: There was in those days an old Fryer Jacobin, in the convent of the Jacobins of the same place, who was almost so throughly rotten with the pocks, as that he was ready to fall in pieces. Howbeit I mean here to suppress his name, although I right well know both his Christen and surname. This fatherly old Sir having forborne saying of Mass a long time, neither yet having either made or eaten any Gods a long space by reason of his age and feebleness, meaning to honour his jolly mealy God upon his own festival day, went to Mass. Howbeit his stomach was neither able to bear nor yet digest either the ⟨p. 58⟩body of his God which he had eaten, or yet the blood of him which he had drunk. Whereupon, as he thought to return to his chamber, passing through the convent Cloister, it so fell out, as that he cast his gorge, right before the Chapter door. I will here leave to your considerations, what drugs he voided out of the shop of this miserable rotten pocky stomach, and how this God which he had eaten was dressed. Hereupon forthwith arose a noise and great affray all the convent over. And because the Prior was not there, by reason he was gone to preach not far of, all the rest of the Friars were the more amazed and unprovided of counsel. Nevertheless they were at the last advised, after long consultation, to set over this holy body, that tabernacle, which they were won ted to set over the sepulchres, when they sing for the dead, and this was done because none should bestride this holy vomit, or, for that the dogs should not lick it up. For this was a meet dish of meat to banquet them withal. And to add more honour to this holy vomit, there were four wax tapers set at the four corners of the Tabernacle. After this, the novices were commanded to sing all the whole day, this versicle of the Hymn of the said Feast, which beginneth thus, Tantum ergo Sacramentum, veneremur cernui, &c. That is to say:

c I will here tell you a tale, for the better vnderstanding as well of this Cautell, as also of all the rest that followe, which fell out in Ausserre, in the yeare a thousand, fiue hundred, twentie sixe, vpon Corpus Christi day: which was tould me by such men, as are worthy to be beleeued, because some of them played a part at that time in that pageant. The tale is thus: There was in those daies an old Fryer Iacobin, in the couēt of the Iacobins of the same place, who was almost so throughlie rotten with the pockes, as that he was readie to fall in peeces. Howbeit I meane here to suppresse his name, although I right well knowe both his Christen and surname. This fatherly old Sir hauing forborn saying of Masse a long time, neither yet hauing either made or eaten any Gods a long space by reason of his age and feeblenesse, meaning to honor his ioly mealy God vpon his owne festiuall day, went to Masse. Howbeit his stomach was neither able to beare nor yet digest either the