¶ John Bon and Mast person Eucharistic procession ☞ Alas●e poor fools, so sore ye be lad No marvel it is, though your shoulders ache For ye bear a great God, which ye yourselves made Make of it what ye will, it is a wafar cake And between two Irons printed it is and bake And look where idolatry is, christ will not be there wherefore lay down your burden, and Idoleye do bear ☞ alas poor fools. ☞ The person WHat John Bon good morrow to the John Bon. now good morrow mast person so mut I thee person What meanest thou John to be at work so sone John The zoner I begin the zoner shall I haue done For I tend to work no longer then none person. Mary John for that gods blessing on thy heart For surely some therbe will go to thorough an cart And set not by this holy, corpus christi even John They aer the more to blame I swear by saint steven But tell me mast person one thing and you can What saint is copsi cursty a man or a woman? person Why John knoweste not that? I tel the it was a man, It is christ his own self and to morrow is his day We bear him in profession and thereby know it ye may John I know mast person? and na by my faye But me think it is a mad thing that ye say That it should be a man howe can it come to pass Because ye may him bear with in so small a glass person Why neybor John and art thou now there? now I may perceive ye love this new gear John Gods forbod master, I should be of that fashion I question wy your mashippe in way of cumlication A plain man ye may se will speak as cometh to mind Ye must hold us ascused for plough men be but biynd I am an elde fellow of fifty winter and more And yet in all my life I knew not this before person No did, why sayest thou so, vpon thyself thou liest Thou hast ever known the sacrament to be the body of Christ John Ye sir ye say true, all that I know in dede And yet as I remember it is not in my creed But as for cropsy cursty to be a man or no I knew not till this day by the way my soul shal to person Why foolish fellow, I tel the it is so For it was so determined by the church long ago It is both the sacrament and very Christ himself John No spleaser mast person then make ye christ an elf And the maddest made man that euerbody saw person What? peace mad man thou speakeste like a daw It is not possible his manhood for to se John Why sir ye tell me it is even very he And if it be not his manhood, his godhead it must be person I tell the none of both, what meaneste thou, art thou mad? John No neither mad nor drunk, but to learn I am glad But to displease your mashippe I would be very loth Ye grant me here plainly that it is none of both Then is it but a cake, but I pray ye be not wrath. person wrath quod ha, by the mass thou makest me swear an oath I had lever with a doctor of divinity to reason Then with a stubble cur that eateth beans and peason John I cry ye mercy mast person patience for a season In all this cumlicacion is neither felony nor treason person No by the mass but hearest thou, it is plain heresy John I am glad it chanced so, their was no witness by And if ther had I cared not, for ye spake as yl as I I speak but as I hard you say I wot not what ye thought Ye said it was not God nor man& made it worse then nought person I ment not so, thou tokeste me wrong John A sir ye sing another song I dare not reason with you long I se well now ye haue a knack To say a thing and then go back person No John I was but a littyll over sene But thou mentest not good faith I ween In all this talk that was us between John I? no trow it shannot so been That John Bon shall an heretic be called Then might he say him so fowle befalde. person. But now if thou wilt mark me well From beginning to ending I will the tell Of the godly service that shal be to morrow That or I haue done no doubt thou wilt sorrow To here that such things should be fordone And yet in many places they haue be gun To take a way the old and set up new believe me John this tale is true John Go to mast person say on and well to thryne Ye be the Iolest gemman that ever saw in my live person We shal first haue matins, is it not a godly hereynge▪ John Fie? Yes, me think tis a shameful gay chearynge For often times on my prayers, when I take no great keep Ye sing so arantly well, ye make me fall a sleep person Then haue we profession and christ about we bear John That is apoysone holy thing, for God himself is ther person Than comme we in and redy us dress Full solemnly to go to mess John Is not here a mischievous thing? The mess is vengeance holy for all ther sayeinge person Then say we Confiteor and miseriatur John Ieze lord tis abbominable matter person And then we stand up to the auter John this gear is as good as our ladies psalter person And so goose fourth with the other deal till we haue rede the Pistell and gospel John That is good mast person I know right well person Is that good? why what sayste thou to the other John Mary horrible good I say none other person So is all the mess I dare avow this As good in every point as Pistell or Gospel is John The fowle evil it is, who would think so much In faith I ever thought that it had been no such person Then haue we the canon that is holiest John A spiteful gay thing of all that ever I wist person Then haue we the memento even before the sacringe John Ye are morenly well learned I se by your recknynge That ye will not forget such an eluyshe thing person And after that we consecrate very God and man And turn the bread to flesh with five words we can John The devil ye do I trow. Ther is pestilence business Ye are much bound to god, for such a spittle holiness A galows gay gift with five words alone To make both God and man and yet wese none Ye talk so unreasonably well, it maketh my heart yerne As elde a fellow as each am I se well I may learn person Yea John and then with words holy and good even by and by we turn the wine to blood John Lo will ye se lo? who would haue thought it That ye could so sone, from wine to blood ha brought it And yet except your mouth, be better tasted than mine I can not feel it other but that it should be wine And yet I wote nere a cause ther may be why perchance ye ha drunk blood ofter then ever did I person truly John it is blood though it be wine in taste As soon as the word is spoken the wine is gone& past John A sessions on it for me my wits are me benumb For I can not study where the wine should become person. Study quod ha, beware and let such matter go To meddle much with this may bring ye sone to wo John Yea but mast person think ye it were right That if I desired you to make my black ox whight And you say it is done, and still is ●●acke in sight Ye might me deme a fool for to believe so light person I marvell much ye will reason so far I fear if ye use it, it will ye mar John No no sir I trust of that I wylbe ware I pray you with your matter again fourth to fare person And thē we go forth and Christes body receive even the very same that mary did conceive John The devill it is, ye haue a great grace To eat God and man in so short, a space person And so we make an end as it lieth in an order, But now the blessed mean is hated in every border And railed on& reviled, with words most blasphemous But I trust it wylbe better with the help of Catechismus For though it came forth but even that other day Yet hath it turned many to ther old way And where they hated meste and had it in disdain There haue they mess and matins in latin tongue again Ye even in London self( John) I tel the troeth They be full glad& merry to here of this God knoweth John By my truth mast person I like full well your talk But mass me no more messinges. The right way will I walk For though I haue no learning yet I know cheese from chalk And each can perceive your juggling as crafty as ye walk But leave your devilish mass& the communion to you take And thē will Christ be with you even for his promiss sake person Why art thou such a one and kept it so close well al is not gold that hath a fair gloss But farewell John Bon god bring thee in better mind John I thank you sir for that you seem very kind But pray not so for me for I am well In oughe Whistill boy, drive forth God speed us and the plough Ha brown done, forth that whoreson crab Ree comomyne, garlde, with height black ha Haue a gain bald before, hayght ree who, Cherly boy cum of that whomwarde we may go FINIS. ☞ Imprinted at London by John day, and Willyā ceres, dwelling in sepulchers parish at the sign of the resurrection a little above holborn conduit. ❧ Cum gratia& privilegio ad imprimendum solum.