Now ye Dragons whelps and seed of the serpent, which now sorbed the merciful christen breasts to fulfil the godly works of charity,1 even to feed the hungry, to give drink to the thirsty, cloth the naked, visit the sick, comfort the careful comfortless tossed and hunted from place to place, chased from city to cite into unknown countries among churlish and fierce barbarous people (a lasse for that we dwell altolong among these boisterous rude men,2 we are weary of our lives thus to wander among the haters of peace, which when we would have rest, they rustle their harness to battle. But what shall the dragon with his seed say when they shortly stand before their terrible judge Christ whom yet in his members they cease not to slay, what shall they say when they hear him pronounce his sweet sentence to his chosen church. Come ye my blessed into my kingdom / For when I was hungry, ye fed me, when I was thirsty ye gave me drink. &c. What shall ye say when our Saviour pronounce against you this terrible and damnable sentence. Avoid from me ye cursed into perpetual pains ⟨image 34⟩of hell prepared for you for the devil & his angels. For when I was hungry, thirsty, naked sorrowful, harbourless▪ &c. Your selves, not only would ye not feed me, nor give me drink, ne cloth nor comfort nor harbour me in any one of these my little silly members, but ye bitterly commanded all the English hosts in Antwerp, in no wise to suffer us to come into their houses for any relief and succour. Oh cruel seed serpentine when wilt thou fear god more then man. Wilt thou dissemble with god & damn thy own body and soul for a transitory commandment or pleasure of any mortal man. Fearest thou not, haste thou not a soul, is there no hell, is thy soul mortal, is there no wo•lde of souls after this, is there no God to whom hearts, reins and thoughts are laid wide open. Surely at your departing, and as soon as your souls shall be cited to appear before your judge Christ,3 ye shall seal the most bitterest remorse of conscience & also at your general judgement with most horrible fear shall ye be so smitten,4 that ye shall bid the mountains to fall down upon you to cover you from the fearful face of your judge. Then shall we stand against you in great constancy for that ye have thus cruelly persecuted5 ⟨image 35⟩us.
Now ye Dragons whelpes and sede of the serpent, which nowe sorbyde the mercyfull christen brestes to fulfyll the godly workes of charite,1 euen to fede the hungry, to gyue drynke to the thyrstie, cloth the naked, visite the syke, comforte the carefull comfortles tossed and hunted from place to place, chased from cyte to cite into vnknowen countries amonge chorlyshe and fyerce ba•barous people (a lasse for that we dwell altolong amonge these boisteous rude men,2 we are weary of our lyues thus to wandre amonge the haters of peace, whiche when we wolde haue rest, they rustle theyr harnes to batayll. But what shall the dragon with his seade saye when they shortly stonde before theyr terrible iudge Christe whom yet in his membres they ceasse not to slaye, what shall they saye when they heare hym pronoūce his swete sentence to his chosen churche. Come ye my blessed into my kyngdome / For when I was hūgrye, ye fed me, when I was thyrstye ye gaue me drynke. &c. Vvhat shall ye saye when our Sauiour pronounce agaynst you this terrible and dampnable sentēce. Auoyd from me ye cursed into perpetuall paynes ⟨image 34⟩of hell prepared for you for the deuyll & his aungels. For when I was hungry, thyrstie, naked sorowfull, harbourles▪ &c. Youre selues, not onelye wolde ye not fede me, nor gyue me drynke, ne cloth nor comforte nor harboure me in any one of these my lytle sely membres, but ye bytterly cōmaunded all the Englyshe hostes in Anwerpe, in no wyse to suffre vs to come into theyr howses for anye releyse and socour. Oh crull seade serpētyne whē wylt thou feare god more then mā. Wylt thou dissemble with god & dampne thy owne bodye and soule for a transitorye cōmaundement or pleasure of any mortall man. Fearest thou not, haste thou not a soule, is there no hel, is thy soule mortal, is there no wo•lde of soules after this, is there no God to whō hertes, reynes and thoughtes are layde wyde open. Suerlye at your departynge, and as soone as your soules shall be cyted to apeare before youre iudge Christe,3 ye shall seale the moste bytterest remorse of cōscience & also at your generall iudgemēt with moste horrible feare shall ye be so smyten,4 that ye shall byd the mountains to fall downe vpon you to couer you from the fearfull face of your iudge. Then shal we stande agaynst you ī great cō stancy for that ye haue thus cruelly persecuted
- 1Ma•he. xxv.
- 2Psalm. C.xx.
- 3Sapienc. iiii. &. v.Sapiēc. iiii. &. v.
- 4Luck. xxiii.Lucke. xxiii.
- 5Sapi. v.