The meeting OF DOCTOR BARONS AND doctor powel at Paradise gate & of their communication both drawn to Smithfylde from the Towar. The one burned for Heresy as the papists do say truly and the other quartered for popery and all within one hour. Powel IT is seen often that men meet now and then but so do hills never what wind drove the hither Barons Demand thou wherefore for quiet ever more I have traveled long therefore Powel Why I the desire thy reward is borning fire thy travel was none other but against holy churches mother Barons truly thou dost not say full busy I have been God's word so pure & clean as it hath been well seen to open night and day but I have been so croppid pollid and noppid and so often stopped In that my godly jornye ever some popish train out of a bishops brain did turn me back again clean beside the way so for the very troth I fasyd with many an oath and sustaining much wroth my duty could not do though Barons was my name and had grudge and blame rebuke disdain and shame with sorrow care and woe by many of the wicked I was spornid at and kicked, when that they were pricked one the galled back that they might fulfil their popish wicked will and so contenewe still with malis lie and crack they made many lists and gave no small gifts now little to their thrifts by burning very long they alleged many laws after their own saws not wordy. two. straws to put poor men to wrong some poor silly souls were brought forth to poles with careful heavy nolls suffering much shame and care some had there names with taunts rebukes and shame, and constrained were with blames faggots for to were some in prison deep did lie and sleep and could not stir nor creep like thieves as they had been with course barley bred very hungerly feed so heavy as any lead their drink was water thin if they had not sought a bout friends to get them out long else they mought in prison tarry still and yet no cause why that they could pacify or else truly justify but their malice to fulfil for the truths sake some they did make their gods to forsake some were exiled clean many they did spill bannyshe burn and kill folowyg their wicked will like thieves as they had been some in the bishops chamber privily examined were because the people should not con near to know what there was done with threatenings all to mainyd and fasinges sore blaimid to recant they were constrained from thence or they were gone powel Fie Barons thou railest it is not true thou failest to lewdly thou sayiest in thy communication tell some other tail and do no longer rail for else I will not fail to leave the here alone. Barons. It is your old playing that we do use railing the truth when we be saying against your naughty living ye can not abide your wickedness should be spied or the truth should be tried ye be thereat so biting but God that sitteth on high to have on me mercy if I intent to lie or thereof will make reciting therefore brother powell though on popery still ye smell and will not that I tell your detestable fashion as I am so I am neither popish nor roman but a very christian and that on Christ's passion for witness do I call though bitter was my fall I am content with all let me my mind declare for I will not spare now I am past care the truth for to say mercy I tell the showed they none but a way with flesh and bone of them they cried anon that spoke against their will better it were they said in irons that he were tied or to the fire laid then our kingdom he should spill still about they sought and spitefully wrought speaking that was not thought the truth to put to flight with malice to much used judasly they accused the truth to be refused was all their delight abroad were sent liars of priests and of friars to be privy spiers to put God's word to wrong who did not cease malice to increase and not quietness through the ynglysh thrange if they had remembered well what on the jews fell persecuting the gospel and the undoubted truth Then would they look about and fear their popish rout in pieces should breast out or have a great ruyth a devilish mad devise well doing to despise naming it the newgise as some did it call which be the holy rood hath done much more good to our ynglysh blood than the old fashion all powel. Cease thy communication against the old fashion our catholic tradition what dost thou know of bate or sedition of grudge or rebellion with in ynglysh region that the old sort did sow I see thou dust not fail to jest and to rail with an evil tail, and maliciously to crow. Baron's 〈◊〉 thou popish ass shall I let pass the prelate's iniquitas whereat totus mundus rorith at the bishops with their romish shiphooks the pope's privy cooks I mean plainly thus who list to seek about may in chronicles soon find out what sedes the popish rout in yngland hath sown because the time is short I shall briefly report and wright in dew sort them what I have known and how manfully hardy the fathers of the clergy and nothing at all hardy in lies, disdain and pride spared no expense nor yet daily diligence by the privy defence God's word for to hide A font escaped on the other side o● this page 〈◊〉 the three Line for drunken bl●●kes read dierkes blood 〈◊〉 ●inna sinnarum is that thou in no wyes miss to convey this to the high prelate's all it is my last writing I would they use no biting yet open sitting whatsoever thereof be fall THE LETTER OF BARONS Full heavy I say they ought to be for so long cloaking of god's virtue and to lament right bitterly calling for mercy that he would their eyes open that their stony hearts may be broken which so long hath been soaken with doctrine so filthy all the world doth now it spy and wonderfully upon them cry that they so long christ did deny our only health & saviour & made us believe on stocks & stones drunken blocks and dry bones, to be all helpers for the nonce for our wicked behaviour holly bred and holly water with red letters written in paper and to the cake as to our maker to trust they did us teach for the thunder to the holy bell and at our death the holy candle masses propiscatory they did sell to be out helping leech for this lords lady's and knight they have had in great despite with many other that now wright against their abomination it is well known and now espied by my blood and other that fried in smithefild gods word hath tried their pharisis old fashion such as was to poles called and in prisons cruelly scallid for gods word & spitefully bralled for vengeance have cried to god who with ye prelates now hath meant for their tyranny without let & for thyr juggeling & snaring net this cannot be denied there is no man that now brooks There stout cracks & high looks their double hearts & fabling books their pride do abate though truth was enclosed in a wall it is broken out and now doth fall your lordly pride brother snowbal all these be seen of late. powel. Thou abominable heretic fantastical and lunatic. thy words mi heart do throw prick thus to hear the rail prate and say what thou will the papists thereat have no skill they will keep their hold still and thou shalt not prevail I see there is no remedy any longer to talk with the as thou was so wilt thou be abominable heretic as for thy letter to convey to my prelate's stout and gay here I openly say the nay and thereat trust and stick they will prevail when thou art gone when thou and thine lament & moon they have to be meri it is well known no sorrow can make them sick Barons The devil, a lie brother powell dust thou say but I the tell let them live any longer to smell and their fusty popery they know the law they know the pain they can no longer cloak nor fain and if they do I tell the certain their reward is plain ropery hereof I need not much to say thou assayed the game thou knowest the play let them turn their mind a way and strife not against the right if the lordly power might once abate then would they quickly open the gate of true doctrine which of late king henry did bring to light god save king Edward's noble grace & send his highness' time & space to continue forth his godly trace by gods power and might & send ill chaunte & crokid haps to all such popish forked capes that gave so many cursed slappes for gods blessed word so hath he done it is certain they have not won I tell the pleine and never shall till they have agaie the pope to be there lord Powel The devil of hell be thy guide thou dust ever brawl and chide against my sort and dust not hide one word less or more thou sayst thou comest to have rest thou shalt be the devils geste and hereto I will do my best thou mayst be sure therefore. Finis, Imprinted At London, at the sign of the Hill, at the west door of Paul's. By William Hill. And there to be sold