ABSTRACT
The next daie they had solempne disputations, where Luther and Carolostadius scolded leuell coyle. A masse of wordes I wote well they heapte vp agaynst the masse and the Pope, but farther particulars of their disputations I remember not. I thought verily they woulde haue worried one another with wordes, they were so earnest and vehement. Luther had the louder voyce, Carolostadius went beyond him in beating and bounsing with his fists. (250)
THE UNFORTUNATE TRAVELLER-RICHARD HILLMAN 167
To thee 0 Lord belongeth glorie still, Victorie is thine, to thee all praise is due, We fought the field with courage bold and free, But Lord we graunt, that victorie came by thee. (12-13)
THE UNFORTUNATE TRAVELLER-RICHARD HILLMAN 169
Everyman, After the hideous storm that follow'd, was
A thing inspir' d, and, not consulting, broke Into a general prophecy: that this tempest, Dashing the garment of this peace, aboded The sudden breach on't. (H81.1.89-94)
THE UNFORTUNATE TRAVELLER-RICHARD HILLMAN 171
Oh (quoth he), I am bought and sold for dooing my Countrey such good seruice as I haue done. They are afraid of me, because my good deedes haue brought me into such estimation with the Comminaltie. I see, I see, it is not for the Iambe to liue with the wolfe. (214)
But in conclusion, my welbeloued Baron of double beere19 got him humbly on hys mary-bones to the King, and complained that he was old and striken in yeres, and had neuer an heire to cast at a dogge, wherefore if it might please his Maiestie to take his lands into his hands, and allowe hym some reasonable pension to liue, he shuld be maruailously wel pleased: as for warres, he was weary of them; yet as long as his highnes ventred his owne person, he would not flinch a foot, but make his wythered bodie a buckler to beare off any blow aduanced against him. (216)
THE UNFORTUNATE TRAVELLER-RICHARD HILLMAN 173
If I be not Jack Falstaff, then am I a Jack. There is Percy. If your father will do me any honor, so; if not, let him kill the next Percy himself. I look to be either earl or duke, I can assure you. (5.4.139-43)
here vnweeldie Switzers wallowing in their gore, like an Oxe in his dung, there the sprightly French sprawling and turning on the stained grasse,like a Roach new taken out of the streame .... In one place might you behold a heape of dead murthered men ouerwhelmed with a falling Steede in stead of a toombe stone, in another place a bundell of bodies fettered together in their owne bowells ... the halfe liuing here mixt with squeazed carcasses long putrifide. (231)
For many of our princes (woe the while!) Lie drown' d and soak' d in mercenary blood; So do our vulgar drench their peasant limbs In blood of princes, and their wounded steeds Fret fetlock deep in gore, and with wild rage Yerk out their armed heels at their dead masters, Killing them twice. (H5 4.7.77-80)
176 ENGLISH PROSE FICTION 1520-1640
The Anabaptistes, a secte newe rysen of late, The Scriptures poyseneth with their subtle allegoryes,
The heades to subdue after a sedicyouse rate, The cytie of Myster was lost though their debate.
