¶ Pathose, or an inward passion of the pope for the loss of his daughter the Mass. WHat hateful hap What careful clap What rattelling rap Is light in my lap Which weareth the cap Of myghtis maintenance And greatest governance Whose only ordinance And prudent puissance Brought to obeisance All princely power me to adore With high honour And town and tower To lout and lower At my commandment Yielding to mine intent And were benivolent To such as I have sent To pass in perliament Or councils general Or matters special I was the capital And ruled over all But yet now hear ye shall Of maruailles late befall And of the great displeasure And mischief out of measure Betided my greatest treasure In whom I had most pleasure As ye may here at leisure ❧ My daughter and mine heir Most beautiful and fair That sat most cheiffe in chair And on the supreme stair Alas doth sore appear My glory and my ghost My bragging and my boast Whom I have loved moste And ruled all the roast In country and in cooste And now, alas, is tossed From pillar unto post I fear me she be lost ❧ Ah that my daughter mess Should be in such a sickness And brought in such weakness That by all manner of likeness She loseth life and quickness And therefore woe is me This doleful day to see That my darling should be In this infirmity And great calamity For poisoned is she ☞ A alas sum Edomite Some jew or jacobite Some turk or thraconite Hath given her aconite In stead of arthanite Wherefore I must of right With all my main and might A m●ssenger forth dight That is both quick and light To labour day and night And seek that cursed wight That did me this despite ❧ And well he must him quite Till he cum in the sight Of mighty mahomyte And tell him that his sneeze The mess that prope piece In deadly dangeris And that he may not miss But send some arabies That worthy be and wise In physic and in phisnomyes ☞ But O most jentill jupiter My daughter hole to make But hark gentle Dromo Remember that ye go To the learned woman Areta And to Paulus aginita To doctores of vienna And also to ravenna And then to avicenna To Rasis and to Mesue The learned men of Arabia And like wise to all other That worshippeth my brother Machomet the strong Declare them among All the whole matter And let them see her water And tidings look thou bring How they do like the thing And whether by their cunning They hope of her amending ☞ For until thou return I shall but moon and morn And inwardly shall burn With the most fervent fire And deepness of desire Wherefore I the require Right quickly to retire Oh what inward passion Doth torment on this fashion Who would not take compassion To hear my Lamentation For who can me blame Since I take such shame That bore the great name They count but a game My mess to defame Oh so I inflame My heart with heat Doth bolke and beat I swell and sweat I can not eat My sorrows great Do me replete My papal seat They will defeat And put me by My papasye If my glory My daughter die For if she fail It will not avail To weep or to wail To rage or to rail I shall not prevail In cootis of mail To make battle Or them to assail If she be once gone Comfort get I none But left post alone To mourn and make moan With heart as cold as stone ☞ Yet may I have some hope Though she be slided a slope Some friends to feel and grope In Africa and Europe How they will with me cope Because I am the pope They will my part take Even for my daughter's sake I trow they will awake Thes Rigours to aslake And cause them all to quake That did this mischief make And those that poison gave her Alas I quake and quaver And also serve and swaver I quiver and I waver I stagger and I staver For fear I shall not have her To live here with me still According to my will Her sickness doth me spill But her death should me kill My sorrows do me fill And will increase until Some tidings I may get That Dromo fare hath feet Alack I fear me yet The man hath had some let Or with our enemies met The which hath him beset Behold he cometh I trow Some news now shall I know Which way the wind will blow Me think he is not slow As by his pace doth show D●omo, welcum thou art For since thou did departed Full heavy was my heart And still in pain and smart But now thou art returned My care shallbe adjourned For mickle have I mourned And in desire burned But now I think it best That thou go take thy rest For I have made behest No meat within my breast Nor body to be dressed Till I have seen and sought The writing that thou brought Full long therefore I thought I give the thanks in deed For thy great haste and speed Have gold here for thy meed And I will go to reed These letters missive, No longer will I drive The time labefactive while mess is yet a live And lieth in pain passive I trust she shall revive Though some against her strive And would her life deprive ❧ Halasse what find I here? Now doth it plain a peer That sure my daughter dear Which dwelled in church & quere And every man's chapel With candle book and bell No longer here may dwell As these physicians tell For they give their judgement That her nature is spent Her reins be all to Rent This answer have they sent To me with one consent affirming that by nature She should be gross of stature Wherefore she must corrupt Since she was interrupt From her pristine volupt And since she broke her diet She could never be quiet Nor like to be none other But gross by father and mother So show they plain to us To be morbus hereditarius But this venum pes●iferus Doth make it mortiferus And thus they say that sure She is without recure ❧ O world unstable And most variable O man miserable And infortunable Which was honourable Now I am not abel Long to persever With all mine endeavour I am lost for ever My daughter decayed That was my chiefest aid My pomp is allayed Whereon I most stayed I am a frayed And so sore dismayed I know not which way Now turn me I may Nor what I shall say I may not delay Nor time protraye But apply me lygtly And give her aquavite Or sum thing that is mighty As vinum absinthite Or vinum apitie Or eyes abrotonite Uinum chamedryte Or eyes amorite To comfort with her heart That she might revert And turn again to sanity I swear by mine humanity I speak it not in vanity They that her death conspired And hath it must disired As fast as time required With faggots shallbe fired ☞ O where is my Gardnerus that his good heart doth bear us, And more did and fisherus? I fear he do not well Because we hear not tell How he hath done his part I know I have his heart And also of many more There is no small store That yet will sing and roar daily my mess before Though she be sick and sore But sore I am dreaded Sum hath not well sped Or sum of them be dead Or eyes to prison led For were they in prosperity I know it for a verity Sum what they would have provid These things to have removed The which they never loved That wrought were by lutherus With helping of Bucerus zuingle and Bullingerus Melancthon and Althamerus Uitus, Theodor and musculus And subtle Spaugelbergius And by Urbanus regius Alesius and Brentius And by Otho Brum●elsius By fagius and Pistorius Petrus martyr and sarcerius And by Oecolampadius And also Carolstadius By cursed Uadianus And also Pomeranus And perilous Pellicanus Likewise by john cavinus And spitful Spalatinus corvinus and Epinus And barking Bernardinus Also by Osiander Crucinger and Megander And babbling Bibliander By jonas and Capito And by that heretic H●dio ☞ And then by laytymers By b●●●ie and Turner's By bail and by Tailors And other of their faction Beyond dinumeration That sprang in every nation To put more to this passion ● But where is my o●hleus john Faber and Eus●rus My champion Hofmisterus Where is my servant Ecchius And well-beloved Bilicius? Where is my maluelda With my most trusty Naufea My Catharinus fine And Alfonsus my divine Al you with Sandoletus Behold how they entrate us To help us interim Each of you is a limb Each of you is by right My champion and my knight For me and mine to fight As fast as ye may wright For my knights of England As I may understand Are far behind the hand And like to bide in band Ye know that for certain My daughter mess in pain And weakness doth remain Alas she is but slain No medicine can I get That will amend her yet Wherefore ye may not let Some comforting to fet In England them among That hath me served long Physicians that there be I have a score and three That still doth worship me And also my daughter For still have they soughter And glad when they coughter As for communion They set not an onion But hold their opinion My mess to be better Each one is her debtor Again up to setter I need not them name For men can well am That they be the same The which I do mean Though I make no dean For they will not lean But all one my side And so to a bide What so ever betid Within the world wide Ye thes be they that are For mess so full of care That nothing will they spare To make their purses bore So they might her repair Wherefore it is like That they will not stick To minister physic. As much as may be found Or sought above the ground To make her hole and sound Now hie ye fast thy theridamas That you and they together May bring some thing hither Her life for to length And quiken her strength Yet am I in fear Nothing to be there That her stomach will bear I think that she will wear A way for all this gear Behold she doth tear And rend her golden hear ❧ Oh so my heart doth prick To see my chide so sick For she is frenticke Distraught and lunatic Woe worth that heretic That first began To show any man Her nature to scan For before than No creature knew But that she was true For when she was new I did her endue With clothing of Gospel And of the Epistel And now they be gone She seemeth as one That is but skin and bon As lean as a rake As flat as a cake As stiff as a stake Her lips be pale Her eyes wax small Her checks thine Wire a yellow skin And nought within Her nose is sharp And a wry doth warp As heavy as lead She is near dead Or eyes in swoon I am but undone ❧ Thou son and thou moon And the plannetes s●uen That ruleth in heaven And also beneath My daughter I bequeath In to your holy hands To louse her from these bands And from the cruel death That soon will stop her breath And shortly devour This beautiful flower Except by your power Ye send her succour And that speedily Or eyes she must die ☞ jupiter ceranus Send down vulcanus And fire down cast All such to devast As causeth this cark By their woeful work O Mars Mavors With strength and force Revenge with war Both near and far This tresspasse cruel Done to my jewel For well I espy They s●t not a fly By my great curse They be not the worse For mine interdiction It is none affection My strength doth decrease My doctrine doth cease My daughter doth perish Nothing will cherish Yet hath she good keeping Both waking and sleeping But I with much weeping With crouching and creeping With bassing and kissing Will give her my blessing O pulchra proles Miranda moles Infandum doles Hactenus que soles Quidquid ad nutum Habere tutum Corpus imbutum Mollibus indutum Heu stat exutum Descistunt gentes To de●identes Meque ab●uentes Minime credentes Te fore veracem Asserunt mendacem Garru lam loquacem Esse et Rapacem Te dicunt vagam Ueneficam sagam Heu michi quid agam Nunc peribis filia Olim dans utilia Supra mill millia En sequaret ego Quique reges rego Uivere sed nego Tu quum defungeris Sacro que ungeris Oleo papali Hoc genus sed mali Ingrui● infestans Nostraque detestans Ecce scripture Predicantur pure Quo perit (audito) Lex mea quam cito, ❧ O darling dear I leave the hear With heavy cheer Hold here take this A careful kiss I will the bliss That thou mayst the rather Come to thy grandfather Pluto the king Of whose offspring You come by dissent With you shallbe sent A godly convent To wait on ye then Like a noble woman Lent and gang days Shall show ye the ways With the days embringe To keep ye remembering Of your journey For going astray And pilgrimage In your voyage Shallbe your page Auricular confession And popish procession About ye ride On every side The colettes by kind Before and behind Your foot men shallbe Full comely to see The cannon plain Your chamberlain Shallbe at your hand When ye do command The post communion Shallbe your minion To show you sport For your comfort Thus shall ye not travile Like beggar nor javel But pass like a queen Right comely beseen To Styx and Acheron Ye shall come a none And when they be passed Ye shall come at the last To the potter Cerbrus Which though he be barbarus Ye shall him entreat Quickly in to get Then shall ye see the Emperor Sitting stout and stour Him shall ye honour Then open your coffer And unto him offer Holy bread and water And then strew and scatter About his ugly feet Some of your palms sweet Then shall ye lowly Offer ashes holy Beads and sacring bells And all other jewels Then shall he take you And his heir make you Now will I forsake you And give you my blessing I will not be missing But with expedience Show mine obedience To the prince infernal In darkness eternal Who gave to me my name And did to you the same For both did come him fro An to him must they go And there with fiend To make their ends As fellows and friends Thus Pope and mess I must confess To be no less Than devilishness ❧ Imprinted at London by john day and William Seres.