%ISOlat1; %ISOlat2; %ISOnum; %ISOpub; ]> An Enuoye from Thomas / Smyth vpon thaunswer of one. W.G. Lurkyng in Lorrells Denne / / for feare men shulde hym see. / Whether I troll here, or troll ther, I wyll so troll aboute / That in my trollynge, I do trust, as you are, to trolle you oute. Smyth, Thomas University of California - Santa Barbara The Early Modern Center English Broadside Ballad Archive (EBBA) Director Patricia Fumerton Associate Director Carl G Stahmer 1540-1540 Early Modern Center, University of California Santa Barbara Santa Barbara, CA 10/18/2018 36270

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S2986 NOwe with no less salutacyon, that to such doth pertayne / Unto you I do present, this lytell poore treatyse Society of Antiquaries of London - Broadsides Editor none none none none Information in this section of the Source Description refers to the original ballad manuscript. 1: 9 1: 9 An Enuoye from Thomas / Smyth vpon thaunswer of one. W.G. Lurkyng in Lorrells Denne / / for feare men shulde hym see. / Whether I troll here, or troll ther, I wyll so troll aboute / That in my trollynge, I do trust, as you are, to trolle you oute. An Envoy from Thomas Smyth upon the answer of one W.G. Lurking in Lorrell's Den for fear men should him see. Whether I troll here, or troll there, I will so troll about That in my trolling, I do trust, as you are, to troll you out. Smyth, Thomas 1540-1540

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NOwe with no lesse salutacyon, that to such doth pertayne Unto you I do present, this lytell poore treatyse Wyllynge you to understande, and also to knowe playne I have receyved, your lewde lybell, wherin you enterpryse Both me and my doynges, full proudely to despyse But bable what you lyst / it skylleth not a whyt Remember well this worde, hereafter cometh not yet. You ruffle, and you rayle, for malyce and despyte And as a ragynge ruffyen / your selfe you do shewe playne For as moche as you be greved, with that, that I dyd wryte Which I wyll never denye, but throughlye mayntayne Yet (as you wryte) in one poynte, you have cause to complayne For that I spake but of lykelyhod / and wente but by gesse Of the treson in your herte / you knowynge there no lesse. If with the poynte of my penne, I do you so spurre and prycke That therby you be greved and greatly styrred to yre Yet doubte I not to syt sure / allthough you wynche and kycke Fast closed in my dewty / to save me from the myre But in your flynges take hede, beware I saye the fyre Or some other galtrope / take thys proverbe for a token The pot so often goeth forth / at last it commeth home broken. You are angry that I myselfe / so openly declare My name playnly dyscrybynge, and of my servyce the pyth All honest men thynk, I shulde no lesse, wherfore I ne care Though mad malyce move you / to be despyted therwith Hit have plesed you, to compare, the cobbler with the smyth Your proude skorne wherin / is easye ynough to be founde Yet better is a cobbler than an ydell vagabounde. In openynge my name and servyce / this was myne entente In case that for my doynges, I were thought worthy blame Any other person gyltles / therfore shuld not be shente Consydred (as is well knowen) many be of my name Myne offyce therfore I added / and thought therin no shame Nether braggynge, nor bostynge / as to my charge you laye Who is naught hymselfe / so judgeth in others alwaye. A true man shameth never, to shewe his name and face A thefe hymselfe mystrusteth and is evermore in doubte Lest that his lewde lyvynge / shulde present itselfe in place As commenly it is sene / at lenght trouth is tryed oute So in lykewyse you / do seke all corners round a boute But it woll not helpe you, though a whyle there be delaye Tyme shall trye your colour, be it russet, blacke / or graye. Of rumblynge in scryptures / you do me moch reprove Well yf your wyttes do serve you / my doynges to amende Come forth and shew your face / as to honestye doth behove And lay unto my charge / what you can reprehende Nay / nay / I am sure, you do it lest intende In raylynge is your ruffe, in your spelunke whan ye syt But remember well this worde / hereafter commeth not yet.
Full wysely you councell me / to some taylour to resorte For shapynge out of scrypture / my texte the better to frame You can not hyde your secte / nor yet your brotherly sorte (A Clergy for the devyll) you shewe your selfe the same As Taylours / Cobblers / and Tylers / doctous of worthy fame Vagaboundes / Ruffyens / and others / amongs whom you rynge your bell And even lyke as you be / to set you forth your councell. Blusterynge in your boldnes / you wolde your selfe a traytour prove Upon the only pretens of my most desyred fall The mayntenans of popery / you say I do most love Whiche yf you knowe trewe / than a traytour I maye you call For suche your concelement but I woll dryve you to the tryall Both our doynges shall appere / thoughe deferred for a space I am no. W.G. I dare well shewe my face The rest of your raylynges / I woll as nowe omyte Upon suche purpose pevysshe / my ryme I woll not spende They do naught / but declare / the lewde use of your wyt And what malyce of herte towardes other you pretende You have no nother buckler / wherwith your selfe to defende Who rebuketh your secte / or wolde refourme your heresye Amonge you strayte he is a mayntaynour of popery. Thus though you wolde hyde yourselfs / yet men may easely knowe What fayned hertes you do beare to God and our good Kynge His grace hath ordeyued lawes / whiche cleane to overthrowe What travayll is dayly taken / to evydent is the thynge We shulde beware your secte for surely you wolde fayne brynge Some other to rayne over us / yf you wyste / by what shyfte Example we have / herof / Reade of kynge Henry the fyfte There maye we playnly fynde / what a detestable sorte Of false fayned hertes / agaynst theyr kynge dyd ryse, Myndynge to chose another kynge / that wolde theym supporte In theyr naughtye errours and mayntaynaunce of heresyes But god (who of his grace) ever provydeth for his Gave suche knowlege therof / that they had not theyr entente Some fled / some taken / some were hanged on the gallowes and brente. Whiche thynge I do desyre / all true subjectes to regarde And to god and our good kynge / to beare a due obedience And to all false fayned hertes / I wishe the same rewarde Even lyke as th others had / worthely / for theyr offence And nowe syr. W.G. marke well this sentence Consyder that as you be / so have you used your wytte Rememberr well this worde / here after commeth not yet. Peradventure syr. W.G. you wyll yet bragge and boste Sayng from the scripturs you have dryven me cleane a waye Trye me therin whan you dare / you shall come to your coste Though for cause consyderable / a whyle I do lytell saye I thinke to ryde you with a byt / shall dryve you from your playe And cause you holde downe your hed / that fayne you wolde bere aloft And I woll so tramell you heles / youre pace shall be more softe. Nowe for an ende (Eternall God) I beseche the graunt longe lyfe With prosperous contynuans / to Henry our most noble kynge And to Katheryne our Quene also / his most Laufull Wyfe And graunte betwene theym bothe / lyke other braunches to sprynge (As is Edwarde our Prynce) that most odoriferous thynge Preserve theym longe togither Lorde / and graunt theym all the blysse Where angels incessantly / synge (Gloria in excelsis) Amen. Tod save the Kynge. Whether I trolle here, or trolle there, I wyll so trolle aboute That in my trollynge, I do truste, as you are, to trolle you oute By the selfe same person, who not withstandynge your despyte Shameth not, nor shrynketh not playnely himselfe to wryte Thomas Smyth, servant to the Kynges Royall Majestye And Clerke of the Quenes graces counsell (though most unworthy)
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