%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> A free admonition without any fees / to warne the Papistes to beware of three trees. B., G. University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center Director Patricia Fumerton 1571-1571 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 04/30/2012 32083

The University of California makes a claim of copyright only to original contributions made by Early Modern Center participants and other members of the university community. The University of California makes no claim of copyright to the original text. Permission is granted to download, transmit or otherwise reproduce, distribute or display the contributions to this work claimed by The University of California for non-profit educational purposes, provided that this header is included in its entirety. For inquiries about commercial uses, please contact:

Patricia Fumerton Early Modern Center - English Department University of California Santa Barbara, CA 93105 United States of America EMail: pfumer@english.ucsb.edu

S121710 If that you be not past all grace, / O Papystes heare mee speake, Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 18265 A free admonition without any fees / to warne the Papistes to beware of three trees. A free admonition without any fees to warne the Papistes to beware of three trees. A free admonition without any fees to warn the Papists to beware of three trees. B., G. Printer Iohn Awdely 1571-1571 Henry Kirkham

This document follows the guidelines specified for TEI.

XML Generated Automatically at 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM Using EMC

XBallad Parsing Engine developed by Carl Stahmer.

TEI Template developed by Gerald Egan and Modified by Carl Stahmer

All apostrophes are encoded as '.

Any dashs occurring in line breaks have been removed;

All dashs are encoded as ‐ and all em dashes as —.

 Early Modern Center Ballad Project Keyword Taxonomy advice affliction/ health alcohol Americas animals/ nature Bible/ biblical figures buildings/ architecture catastrophe children class clothing/ appearance country/ nation crime death economics/ commerce entertainments family folklore gender holidays/ seasons infidelity labor/ craft law London love maritime marriage military/ war monstrosity mythology/ Classical news nobility/ court politics/ government procreation punishment race/ ethnicity religious concepts religious figures religious groups royalty rural life servitude sex/ sexuality supernatural/ magic travel trickery/ deceit urban life vice violence virtue vulgar humor youth/ age Library of Congress Subject Heading Taxonomy 4/30/2012 Santa Barbara, California, United States of America advice politics/ government religious concepts religious groups Ballads, English 17th century Broadsides, England 17th century 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM XBallad Grant, Danielle Created XML Version of Ballad 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM Transcription Supervisor Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM Double-Key Comparison and Merging McCants, Kristy Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM Transcriptionist Two Grafals, Michael Transcription of ballad manuscript 4/30/2012 9:18:26 AM Transcriptionist One Meyer, Shannon Transcription of ballad manuscript 6/21/2011 Checker Jonathan Forbes Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 6/21/2011 Checker Jonathan Forbes Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 5/19/2011 Checker Gillian Mellon Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 4/26/2011 Checker Shannon Meyer Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 4/20/2011 Bibliographer Grafals Michael Initial Ballad Catalogue Record Created 4/20/2011 Checker Grafals Michael Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 4/20/2011 Checker Grafals Michael Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 4/20/2011 Checker Grafals Michael Edited Ballad Catalogue Record 4/20/2011 Checker Grafals Michael Edited Ballad Catalogue Record
<seg n="1" rend="left">A free admonition without any fees/</seg> <seg n="2" rend="left"><hi rend="italic">To warne the Papistes to beware of three trees.</hi></seg>
IF that you be not past all grace, O Papystes heare mee speake, Let reason rule, and truth take place, Cease you from that you seeke. Can you God or his woord deface? Can you the truth wythstand? Can you our noble Queene displace, And yet lyve in England? Take heede beware the Devyll is a knave He wyl you sure begile: In cruelty he would you have To serve hym here awhile. Wyth lying and hipocrisy, His kyngdome to mayntayne: Contemning truth and equity, This is hys subtile trayne. Let cursed Cain example be, That slew Abel his brother: Whom neither God with Majesty, Could move to leave his murder Nor yet the godly lyfe of hym, That gave hym none offence, Tyll he had heaped up hys synne, In practesyng his pretence. Let Core and Dathan come from hell Where now they do remayne, That they their minds at length mai tel Wherfore they ther remain. Namely, for that they did rebel And would not be perswaded, But would be Lordes in Israel, Tyll hel had them devoured. What could make Absalon meeke & tame And to desist from rage? His father Davids worthy fame, Or yet his counsel sage? No, no, these things wil not prevail With hym that feares not God, The force of doctrine ther doth fail, Tyl God strike with his rod. And as the Devil in these did rage, To worke his wycked wyll, That nothyng coulde theyr furye swage Tyl they did it fulfyl.
So that the law of God and Man, They sought to overthrow, Even so of late I truly can The lyke unto you show. When Kyng Edward of worthy fame Had Antichrist put downe, And to the glory of Gods name, Had placed truth in her roome: The denshire dolts like Rebels ranck, In rusty armour ranged, But hangd wer som, their carions stanck, The world was quickly changed. And then dyd Ket the tanner stout In Norffolke play his part, Assemblyng such his Rebels rout, That Innocents might smart. But hanged he was, this was his end, And so ende all the sort, That Rebels are, and wyll not mend, A rope be their comfort. Such blessings as the Nortons had, And such as Felton found, God send them all that are so bad Wyth heeles to blesse the ground. If that you lyke not for to have, This blessyng in a rope, Leave of you Rebels for to rave And cursse your Dad the Pope. Which makes you oft such Crowes to pul Then leaves you in the mire, In sending you to such a Bull, This is but symple hire. Behold the end of thys attempt That last here was begun, Loe God your doyng doth prevent, The Rebels race to run. Synce God by grace doth guyde hys flock That none can them anoy, If you be grafted in this stocke, He wyl you not destroy. Feare God, flee syn, the truth embrace, And seeke your Prince to please, Obey the lawes and call for grace, So shall you lyve at peace.
God save our Queene Elizabeth. FINIS. G.B. Imprinted at London by John Aw dely, for Henry Kirkham, dwelling at the mid- dle North doore of Paules, at the signe of the blacke Boy. The xv. of December. 1571.