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[^MOWNTAYNE, THOMAS.
TEXT:  THE AUTOBIOGRAPHY OF THOMAS
MOWNTAYNE.
NARRATIVES OF THE DAYS OF THE REFORMATION,
CHIEFLY FROM THE MANUSCRIPTS OF JOHN FOXE 
THE MARTYROLOGIST.
CAMDEN SOCIETY, LXXVII.
ED. J. G. NICHOLS.
LONDON, 1859.
PP. 199.5 - 216.3^]

[^THE MODERNIZATIONS GIVEN IN ROUND BRACKETS IN THE
EDITION ARE CODED AS 'EDITOR'S COMMENTS'.^]


<P 199>
Thys done, I
layed me downe apone my bed, and slepte untyl v a clocke yn the
mornynge; and than my kepar came and opynyd the dore, bade me
good morowe, and askyd me and I were redye. "Wherunto?"
sayed I. "To suffer deathe," sayd the keapar. "Whate kyend of
deathe?" sayed I, "and whan shall yt be." "Your tyme ys neare
at hand, (sayed he,) and that ys to be hangyd and drawne as a
trayetor, and burnde as an herytyke; and thys muste be done     #
even
this foorenoone. Loke well to yourselve, therfore, and saye     #
that yow
be frendly usyd." "Your frendshyp, mr. Charlys, ys but hard and
scares, yn gyvynge me thys (^Scharborowe warnynge^) ; but gyve  #
me
<P 200>
leave, I praye yow frendly, to talke with you, and be not       #
offendyd
[{with{] whate I shall saye unto yow. Thys tale that yow have   #
tolde
me, ys yt trwe yn ded?" "Ye, (sayed he,) and that yow are lyke
for to knowe. Dyspache therfor, I praye yow with speed."        #
"Contentyd
I hame with all my harte so to doo. Where ys the wryte
of execusyon? let me see yt, I praye yow." "I have none, (sayed
he;) thys ys moore and nydyes, for I hame to be trustyd and yt
were for a greater mater then thys." "Syr, I praye yow be       #
contentyd;
for yn thys thing I will not truste yow, bycawse yt ys a
matter of lyve and deathe; it standythe me apon. Is the hye
shyryffe sir Olyver Leadar come yn the towne to see the         #
execusyon?"
"No," sayed he. "Ys the undere shryffe hys debytye here to
see yt?" "No," sayed he. "Is there anye probate comawndemente
come from the queenes counsell? or eles anye leteres sent of
late for that porpose? "No, (sayed he;) but yow doo all thys    #
for
no cawse eles then to prolonge the tyme." "No, (sayed I,) as I
ham borne to dye, contentyd I ham so to doo whan God wyll; but
to be made awaye after sowche slyghte, I wolde be verye lothe;  #
and
therfor, yfe that yow have nothynge to showe for your           #
dyscharge,
acordynge as I have requyryd of yow, I tel yow trwe that I      #
wyll not
dye. Take yow good heed therfor to your selve, and loke that I
myscary not, for yfe that awghte come unto me but good, yow and
yours are lyke to knowe the pryse of yt, be yow well assuryd    #
therof.
Whan dyd yow ever see anye man put to deathe, before he was     #
condemnyd
to dye?" "That ys trwe, (sayd he;) and are yow not condemnyd?"
"No, (sayd I,) that I ham not, nether was yet ever araynyd
<P 201>
at anye sesyones." "Than, (sayed he,) I have been greatly       #
myseynformyd.
I crye yow marsy; for I hade thowghte that yow had
been bothe araynyd, and also condemnyd to dye, beynge sent      #
hether
for to suffer yn thys plase, bycawse that yow were here         #
agaynste the
quene with the ducke of Northethomeberland." "Well, (sayed I,)
thoos materes hathe bene alredye suffysyently answeryd before   #
your
betteres; but I praye yow, syr, and a man myghte aske yow,      #
whoos
man are yow, or to whome doo yow belonge?" "Marye! (sayd he,)
I ham not ashamyd of my maister, I wolde thow showldest knowe   #
yt,
as thow arte. My lorde chaunsler of Ingland ys my master, and I
ham hys man." "I thoughte sowche a mater; the olde proverbe ys
trewe, I persave, for (^soche a master, suche a sarvante^) ;    #
and ys thys my
lord of Wynchesteres lyvere that yow were nowe?" "Ye," sayed
he. "And ys thys the beeste servys that yow can doo my lorde
your master? Fye, for shame, fye! wyl you folowe now the bludye
stepes of that wyckyd man your master! whoo ys unworthye,       #
before
God I speake yt, bothe of the name and place that he hathe and  #
ys
calyd unto. What sholde moufe yow for to handyll me after thys
sharpe sorte as yow have done, so spytefullye, beynge here not  #
yet
iij dayes under your kepyng? Wyl yow become a tormentor of
Godys people and prophetes? wyl yow now seas from kyllynge of
bolokes, calvys, and shepe, which ys your ockapasyon (being a
bucher), and to gyve over your selfe moste crwellye to sarve    #
your
mastares tourne in sheddynge of ynnosente blode? O man, with
what an avaye [\heavy\] harte maye yow laye your selve down to
slepe at nyghte, yf that God of hys great marsy doo suffer yow  #
to
lyve so long yn thys your so wycked atempte and enterpryse! I
speake not thys of anye hatryd that I bare unto yow, as God
knowethe my harte, but I speake yt of good wyll, to thys end    #
that
yow myghte be callyd yn to a beter rememberance and knowlege
of your duetye bothe towardys God and your chrysteyan brother.
Let yt therfore repente yow, deare brother kepar, and knowe     #
howe
dangerus a thyng yt ys for a man to falle ynto the handys of    #
the
lyvynge God; and howe yt ys sayed that blud reqyryth blude. And
<P 202>
yow wyl not be[{le{]ve me, set that teryble example of cursyd   #
Cayen
before your eyes, whoo slewe hys owne deare brother Abell,      #
moste
unnaturallye lyk a beastely man, and afterwarde wanderyd up and
downe lyke a wacabound on the face of the earthe, seakynge      #
reste,
peece, and quyetnes, and cowlde never atayne unto yt, so that   #
at the
laste with mooste desperate wordys he burste forthe and sayde,  #
'O
wreche that I ham, I sayed unto the Lorde, whan he callyd me to
acownte for my brother's deathe, I answeryd that I was not hys
keapar, but shortlye after I parsavyd that the shedynge hys     #
blud
cryed unto God for vengeanes to falle apon me for so doinge,    #
and
now I parsave that my synes be greater then the mersye of God   #
ys
able to forgyve.' Yf thys wyl not move your harde and stonye
harte to repentaunce, than thynke of that trayetor Judas,       #
which for
lucare sake betrayed hys owne master, as he confessyd hym       #
selve whan
the worme of consyenes troublyd hyme, sayenge to the hye        #
prestes,
'I have betrayed the ynnosent blude; take, there ys your monye,
for I wyll non of yt', and that was too late; so to shortyne    #
hys owne
dayes, he moste desperately wente and honge hym selve, so that  #
he
burste asunder yn the mydyste, hys bwellys hangynge abowte hys
helys [\heels\] . O moste terryble examples, lefte wrytyn yn    #
the holy
scryptures, that wee therby myghte take hede and beware never   #
to
do the lyke, lest we sped yn reward as they dyd. From the which
God defend us, for Jesus Chrystes sake!" "Amen! (sayed the
kepar with wepynge teares,) and, syr, I beseche yow onenes      #
[\once\]
agayne, even for Godys sake, to forgyve me, and I aske God      #
hartelly
mersy for the great myschyffe that I porposyd yn my harte       #
agaynste
yow. I parsave that yow, and soche other, that yow be other
maner of men than we and our beteres take yow to be; I parsave
that (^the blynd dothe eate manye a flye^) . God, and yt be hys #
blyssyd
wylle, make me one of your sorte! and loke, what that I can
doo for yow, yow shalbe assueryd of yt. Come downe with me, I
praye yow, ynto the yard." So I wente with hym, and when we
<P 203>
came downe, al the yarde was full of people. "Whate meanythe
thys people?" sayd I to the keapar. "Al thes are come (sayde    #
he,) to
see yow suffer deathe; there ys some here that ys come as       #
farre as
Lyengkecon [\Lincoln\] , but I truste ther commynge shal be yn
vayne. Be yow of good cheare." "Than goo your waye, (sayd
I,) and gentlye dysyere them for to departe, and tell them yt   #
ys no
reason that anye man sholde suffer deathe before that he be     #
condemnyd,
and so yow shall eslye awoyed them, and I wyll goo up
agayn tyl yow have don."
   Whan theye were all gone, the kepar callyd me downe, to      #
dyne with
hym at hys owne table, and, dynnar beynge endyd, we fele yn     #
talke
agayne, and so, from tyme to tyme, had moche conferences        #
together,
and [{I{] began to growe yn greate credite with hym, insomuche
that whansoever he ryd forthe aboughte anye busynes, he comytyd
all the charge of hys hole house unto me, prysonares and all,   #
and
laboryd unto the hye shyryfe for me that I myght be delyveryd.
   Notwithstandinge, I remaynyd ther prysonar halve a yeare, yn
moche myserye, havynge some tyme meate and some tyme none,
yea and manye tymes glad whan that I myghte gete a penye loffe  #
and
my glasse full of fayere water up to my lodgynge, beynge faste  #
lockte
up every nyghte, and at mydnyghte alwaye whan they searched the
prysonars' iornys [\irons\] than one shold come and knock at    #
my dore
and aske me yf I were withyn. To home I answeryd alwaye thus,
"Here I ham, mr. kepar." "Good nyghte, than," sayed he; and so
wold goo their wayes.
   Now on a sartayne daye, beynge merye, he browghte home with
hym to see me dyveres honeste men of the towne; amonge home     #
there
was one that I never sawe before, nor he me, callyd mr. Segare  #
a
<P 204>
berebruar, dwelynge at Madelyn bryge, whose harte God oppynyd
above the reste to showe marsy unto me, for he knewe that the
keapar wold doo muche at hys requeste, so that or ever he wente
awaye he promysyd hyme payemante for my dyette, dyssyerynge
hym to showe me favore for hys sake, "and I wyll be bound for
hyme, that he shal be trwe prysonar." Al thys plesyd Charlys    #
the
kepar well, and yt was no greffe at all to me, to here thys     #
bargayne
made betwen them, "for otherwyse, (sayd I,) yt was not unlyke   #
but
that I sholde have here a peryshed for lacke of comforde. And   #
her
ys not to be forgotyn of my parte the myghtye and fatherlye     #
provydence
of God, who never fayellethe any man that trwelye putes
hys truste yn hyme. Who can kylle hym, mr. Charlys, whome God
wyll kepe alyve? maye I saye nowe, and who can dellyver hym
whom God wyl destrowe? His greate powere delyveryd me ones
owte of the lyones deen as he dyd hys holy prophet Danyell; so  #
I
truste that he wyll delyver me here owt of all my troubles, yf  #
he so
see yt good. Yf not, hys wyl be done!" And thus we partyd for
that tyme, my kepare beynge glad of thys hys good assurance, I
takynge pasyently myne yndwerance, and my suertye hopynge for
my dellyverance.
   After thys, withyn short tyme, the hye shyryffe sent for me
home to hys howse beyond Huntyngton, to see whether I woold
relente or no; tellynge me that he hade wrytyn up to the        #
counsell
for me, and that yt was their plesure that I shoulde be         #
delyveryd
yf that I wolde be a confyrmable man to the quenes prosedynges,
and forsake herysy, or eles to remayne yn pryson untyll the     #
nexte
sessyons of gale delyvery. "For your good wyl, I doo thanke
your mastership moste hartelye, and well contentyd I hame so
to remayn as a prysonar, and rather than to gyve over my faythe
<P 205>
for thys vayne lyfe which ys but shorte." "Wel! (sayde he,) I
parsave than that yow are no chanlyng; yow shall therfore       #
retorne
to the place from whence yow came, and there abyed your
tryall."
   So wee toke our leve of hyme, and came our wayes bake        #
agayne to
Huntyngeton, and there we laye al that nyghte, I havynge apon   #
one
of myne armys a greate braslete of yeron iiij fingers brode,    #
faste loked
one, and a fyne chayne of iij yardys longe joynyd therunto; and
beynge bed to supar of one Thomas Whype, marchante of London,
with otheres, my keper was dyssyeryd to ease me for the tyme,   #
and
they wold be bound for me, and he to be well recompensyd for so
doynge. Thys dyssyer of my frendyes was schares [\scarce\] well
lyked of my keapar, bycawse they were Londoneres, and grawnte
yt he wold not yn no wyse. So, when suppar was done, to our
chamber wee wente, and anon comyse yn a smythe with a hammer
and a greate stapyle. "Make yow redye, (sayd he,) I pray yow,   #
and
goo to bed." So I layed me downe apon my bed. Than he calde the
smythe unto hym, and sayed, "Make faste the staple and the      #
cheyne
together, and dryffe them faste ynto some parte of the          #
bedstead; for I
have harde say, (saythe he,) (^faste byend, faste fyend^) ."    #
Than he loked
[\looked\] behyend all the payentyd clothes to see yf there     #
were anye
mo doores ynto the chamber than one. That done, he locked the
dore and caste the keye owte of the wyndow, to the goodman of   #
the
house, dyssyeryng him to kepe yt save wylle the mornynge. Smale
reste I toke that nyghte, I was so sore wronge aboughte my      #
wreste
that the blud was redy to spyn owte at my fyngeres endyes. So,
early yn the mornynge we rys and toke our horse, and came to
Cambrydge castelle to dynner, and then my braslete was taken of
myne arme.
   Yn Awguste followinge was the sessyones; unto the which      #
there
came my lorde chyffe justyes of Ingland, one that before was
recordare of London and callyd mr. Broke; with hym ther sate    #
syr
<P 206>
Thomas [\James\] Dyer, syr Clement Hyham, syr Olyver Leadare
hy shyryffe, mr. Gryffyn the quenes sollysyter, mr. Burgone,    #
with
a number of jentellmen mo. Nowe, when they were come to the
sessyones hall and there set, the kepar was commandyd to        #
brynge yn
hys prysonares. I, beynge fyrste callyd for by name, then on    #
wente
my braslet agayne, and there a preste callyd John Wllyard,      #
vycar
o' Babram, he was faste loked unto me. We tayne [\twain\] went
formoste, and stod at the bare. Than sayed my lord cheffe       #
justyes
unto me, "Syr, whate make yow here? are you not a Londynar?"
"Yes, and yt lyke your lordshyp." "Howe longe have yow be
here prysonar?" "Halve a yeare, my lorde." "Who sent yow
hether?" "Forsothe, my lorde, that dyd the counsel." Than
sayd the hye shyryffe, "My lorde, thys ys the man that I tolde
your lordshyp of; I beseeche yow be good lord unto hyme, for
he hathe bene as quyete a prysonar as ever came within thys
gayell, and hathe usyd hymselve as honestly toward hys keapar."
"Yow speake wel for hym," sayd my lorde; "stand asyed a whyell
tyl yow be called." Yn the meane tyme mr. Gryffyn had a caste   #
at
me, sayenge thus, "Thou arte bothe a traytor and a herytyke."
<P 207>
"No, and yt lyke your worshup, I ham nother of bothe." "Ys
not thy name Mowntayne?" "Yes, forsothe, I wyll never deny yt."
"And art not thow he that my lorde chansler sent hether with a
wryte?" "I am the same man." "Wel! (sayed he,) and thow be
not hangyd I have marvell. Thow wylte scape narrowly, I         #
beleve."
"Syr, I parsave that yow are my hevy freend. I besyche yow be
good master unto me. I have lyen thys iij yeare yn pryson yn
yerons. Never was there anye man that layed anye thynge to my
charge." Than he calde for the wryte. To home the hye shyryffe
sayd that he had forgotyn to brynge yt with hyme. "O wel!
(sayed [{he{] ,) syr Olyver, yow are [{a{] good man I warant    #
yow; thys
man was not sent hether for byeldynge of churchys, I dare       #
saye, nor
yet for sayenge of our lady sawter. Yn dede, sir, these be      #
thynges
that I can not wel stylof [\stifle\] ."
   Than my lord cheffe justyce callyd me to the bare agayne,    #
and
cawsyd proclamasyon to be made, that whosoever colde laye       #
awghte
to my charge to come yn, and he shulde he hard, or elys         #
[\else\] the
prysonar to stand at hys dellyverance. Thys was done thryse,    #
and
no man came yn to gyve evydence agaynste me. Than sayed my lord
cheef justyes unto the hole benche, "I see no cawse whye but    #
that
thys man maye be dellyveryd upon suertyes to be bound to apeare
at the nexte sessyones here holdyn of gayell dellyverye; for    #
yow see
that there ys no man comythe yn to laye anye thynge to hys      #
charge.
Wee cannot but by the lawe dellyver hym, proclamacyon beynge
ones made, and no man comynge yn agaynste hym. Whate saye
yow, mr. Mowntayne, can yow put yn suertyes here, before the
quenes justyssys, to apere before us here at the nexte          #
sesyones? And
yf that yow can so doo, paye your chargys of the howsse, and    #
God
<P 208>
be with yow! Yfe not, than muste yow nedyes remayne here styll,
untyll the next sesyones. Whate saye yow? have you anye
suertyes redye?" "No, and that lyke your lordshype I have none
redy; but yf yt please yow to be so good lorde unto me as to    #
gyve
me leve, I truste yn God to fyend suertyes." "Well! (sayd my
lorde,) goo your ways; make as good speed as yow can, for wee
muste awaye." Than he commaundyd the kepar to stryke of myne
yerones.
   That done, I was turned owte of the gate to seake my venter,
without anye kepar at all, go where I wolde; and whan I came
abrode I was so sore amasyd that I knew not where to be come.
At laste, I toke the waye to the towne, and there I mete a man
unknowen to me, whoo was not a lytle joyfull whan he see me at
lybartye, sayeyng unto me, "Are yow clene dyschargyd from your
bondys?" "No, (sayd I,) I lake ij shuertys." "Trwely, (sayd     #
he,)
I wyll be one, God wyllynge; and I wyll see yf that I can gete
another to be bownd with me." So wee mete with another honest
man callyd mr. Blunte; and havynge these tayne [\twain\] I gave
thankes to God for them, and with speed returnyde bake agayne   #
to
the castell; and as I wente, there mete me ij Essex men which   #
came to
seake me, offrynge themselves to enter ynto bondys for me. I    #
gave
them moste hartye thankes for their jentil offer, and tolde     #
them that
God had raysyd up a couple for me alredy, "We are glad of yt,
(sayed they;) yet we wyll goo with yow, lest yow doo lake;"     #
and as
I entryd ynto the castell yarde, the judgys were a rysynge,     #
and they,
seynge me comynge, sat downe agayne. Than sayed my lord chyffe
justys, "Have you browghte yn your swertyes?" "Ye, and lyke
your lordship here they be." "Let me see them," sayd he.
Then they all iiij stood forthe, and shewyd themselves unto
my lord: hoo sayed unto them, "Are yow contentyd to enter
ynto bondys for thys man?" "Ye, my lord, (sayed they,) yf yt
please yow to take us." "Well! (sayed he,) ij of yow shall      #
sarve."
There were standynge by ij bretheryn, and they, herynge my lord
say that ij wolde sarve, went with sped to hym that wryt the    #
band,
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and cawsyd hym [{to put{] in ther names [{in the{] fyne iijs.   #
iiijd.
for [{each of them{] , sayenge thus the one to the other, "Let  #
us not
onelye balle hym owte of bowndys; but also releve hyme with     #
soche
parte as God hathe lente us;" and so they dyd, I prayse God     #
for yt.
And whan the people sawe and understode that I was clearlye     #
dyscharchyd 
owte of boundys, there was a greate showte made amonge
them, suche joye and gladnes was yn their hartys, as myghte     #
ryghte
well apeare, for my dellyverance.
   Than came mr. Segar, of whome I have spoken a lytell afore,  #
and
he payed all maner of charges that cowlde be dyssyerd of the    #
keapar
for the tyme of my beynge there; and, that done, he hade me     #
home
to hys owne howse, where as I had good yntertaynemente; and,    #
after
that I had remayned there a fortenight, I toke my leafe, and    #
so came
to London.
   And withyn shorte tyme after, I, standynge yn Cheapesyed,    #
sawe
these iiij ryed throwe Chepe, (that ys to saye,) kynge          #
Phyllype,
quene Marye, cardynall Poole, and Steven Gardynar chawnseller   #
of
Ingeland. Thys bushope ryde on the one syed before kynge
Phyllyp, and the greate seall afore hyme; and on the other      #
syede
there ryde the quene, and the cardnall afore her, with a crose
caryed afore hyme, he beynge all yn skarlette and blyssynge the
people as he ryde throwe the syttye; for the wyche he was       #
greatly
laugyd to skorne, and Gardnar beynge sore offendyd on the other
syed, becawse the people dyd not pute off their capys, and make
cursye to the croose that was caryed afore the cardnall,        #
sayenge to
hys sarvantes, "Marke that howse," "Take thys knave, and have
hyme to the cownter," "Suche a sorte of herytykes ho ever sawe,
that wyll nother reverence the croose of Chryste, nor yet ones  #
saye so
<P 210>
muche as, God save the kynge and quene! I wyll teache them
to doo bothe and I lyve." Thys dyd I here hym saye, I standynge
at Sopar layne ende. And whan all thys syghte was paste, I      #
wente
my ways; for as yet I durste not goo home to my owne howse; and
at nyghte, whan the bushope came home, one of hys spyallyes     #
tolde
hyme, that he sawe me stand yn Chepsyede whan the quene ryd
throwe the sytye. Here he fell ynto suche a greate rage, as was
tolde me by one of hys owne men, as was unsemyng for a bushop,
and with great spede sent for the knyghte marshall; and whan
he came he sayed unto hym, "Mr. Holcroffet, howe have yow
handlyd yourselfe yn your offyse? dyd not I send unto yow one
Mowntayne that was both a traytor and a herytyke, to thys ende
that he shulde have sufferyd deathe? and thys daye the vylayne
knave was not ashamyd to stand opynly yn the strete, lokynge    #
the
prence yn the ffasce. Myne owne men see hym. I wolde consell
yow to loke hym upe, and that there be dyllygent searche made   #
for
hym thys nyghte, yn the sytye, as yow wyll answer afore the     #
counsell."
"All thys shal be done and yt lyke your honnor, and I 
truste there shal be no fawte fownd yn me." "Away than, (sayed
the bushop,) abowte your bessyness." Than came one that was
secrytorye unto the knyghte marshall, who wylled me with spede
to departe owte of the sytye, "for thys nyghte (sayth he,)      #
shal the
sytye be searchyd for yow, and yf yow be taken, suerly ye dye   #
for
yt. Thus fayer yow well! God delyver yow out of their handys,
and yt be hys wyll!"
   Than wente I over ynto Sowthewarke, and there laye all       #
nyghte.
Yn the mornyng I roose up early, toke a bote and wente to       #
Lymehouse,
and so from thence to Colchester, and there toke shypynge,
thynkynge to have gone ynto Seland, and so up ynto the hye      #
countrye;
but we were so whether-beatyn that of force we were glad to
returne bake agayn; and thys vyage was tryshe [\trice\]         #
attemptyd and
always was pute bake; and at the laste tyme we were caste a     #
land at
sent Towhys, wheras I durste not longe tary, bycawse of my lord
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Darsy, whoo laye there, havynge a strayte comysyon sent unto
hym from quene Marye, to make dyllygent searche for one beynge
callyd (^Trowge over the worlde^) , and for all souche lyke     #
begars as he was.
So that I was fayne to flye to a lytle paryshe callyd Hemsted,
thynkynge ther for to have had some reste, but the schearch     #
was so
strayte, that at mydnyghte, I havynge almost to [\too\] shorte
warnynge, was fayne with gret speed to flye unto Dedam heathe,
and to take my cote yn my necke, havynge an noneste man with
me, whoo had a foreste byll on hys bake, and with the same he   #
cute
downe a greate sorte of brakes, and that was my beed for a      #
tyme,
and whansoever I myghte geate ynto an haye-loffet, I thowghte
myselve hapy and well to be logyd. At the laste I was howsyd, I
thanke God, with an noneste man, and the same havynge a wycked
sarvante, not lovynge the gospelle, went and complaynyd of hys
master to the baylye and cownstablys; sayeyng unto them, that
there was an herytyke yn hys mastares parler. "Howe knowe
yow that? (sayd theye,) take hed whate thow sayeste; thy        #
master ys
an noneste man, and thow seaste howe trublesome tyme yt ys,     #
and yf
we apon thy report sholde goo searche hys howse, and not fyend  #
yt so,
whate arte thow worthye to have for sclawnderynge thy master?"
"Inofe, (saythe he,) I am suere yt ys so; for the howse ys      #
never
without one or other, and moste chyfly whan ther ys a fyer in   #
the
parler; and therfore I knowe by the smooke that there ys one
yndeed." So the ofysars wyllyd hym to goo abowghte hys          #
busynes,
and to saye nothynge, "for (sayed they) we wold prove yt at
nyghte." Yn the meane tyme they did hys master to understand
whate hys man had sayed unto them, and frendly bad hym to take
head, for they wolde searche hys howse that nyghte; and so they
dyd yndeed, but the byrdes were flone. The nexte daye, the      #
offysares
toke hys man, and set hyme yn the [{stocks, to teach him to 
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speak{] good of hys master, and not to acwyse [{him, and bring
the{] smoke [{for a{] wytnes agaynst hym.
   Nowe, wyl I was seakynge a corner to hyd my hed yn, justyes
Browne, that dwellyth bysyed Bornte wood, comys me downe to
Colchester, and there played to dyvell, by the counsell of one
mr. Tyryll, and mr. Cossyne inn holder of the same towne, and
Gylbart the lawer, whoo cawsyd dyvers honeste men to be sent    #
for,
before the sayed justys, and sworne upon a boke to bryng yn the
namys of all those that were suspectyd of heresy, as he         #
term[{ed{] yt,
and also gave unto the offysars a great charge, that from tyme  #
to
tyme dylygent search shoulde be made yn every howse for all     #
strangers,
and to take them and brynge them before a justyes; "for thys
towne (sayed he) ys a harboror of all herytykes, and ever       #
was." So
whan he had bownd them all yn recounysanse, he wylyd them to
departe, every man home to hys howse.
   Than, apon ther returne, with speed was I convayed awaye to
London warde forthewith, and whan I came there, I wente over
ynto Sothewarke agayne, and there laye ij dayes and too         #
nyghtys;
and the thyrd nyghte, whan yt was somewhate darke, I entryd
ynto shyp of Andwarpe, and so went downe to Graveseend. Ther
they caste ankeer, and went al a lande, and lefte me aborde     #
with a
man and a boye. I, ferynge the sarchars, that they wold have    #
hade
me to shoore, and there beynge so well knowyn as I was, I       #
knewe yt
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was the next waye to brynge me before a justys to be examyned,
and so to be returnyd bake agayne to London, and than suer I    #
ham
that I had dyed for yt, I loked yn my purse and there was iij   #
pystolets.
I toke one of them, and gave yt unto the man that was
abord with me, and dysyeryd hym to goo ashore to the master of
the shype, and he to be a meane unto the searchares for me whan
they came a shypbord to searche; and trwely yt pleasyd God so
to worke yn their hartys that I fownd greate favor at their
handys, for when one of them had examynyd me, and that very
straytly, he asked of me whate my name was. "Thomas Mowntayne
ys my name, (sayed I,) I wyll never denye yt, nor never dyd, I
prays God for yt." "Naye, (sayd he,) that ys not your name, for
I knewe hym wel inoughe; his father and I were sarvantes to     #
kyng
Harye the viij. and also to kynge Edwarde, and I hame swere     #
that
Rychard Mowntaynes son was bornte, sence thys quene Marye came
yn." "Syr, credyt me, I praye yow, for I ham the verye same
man that nowe talkethe with yow. Yn dede God hathe myghtyllye
delte with me, and most marsyfullye hathe dellyveryd me from    #
the
cruell handes of bludye men; and nowe beholde my lyffe ys yn    #
your
handys. I maye not ressyste yow, nor wyl not; but jentely       #
submytynge
myselve unto yow, dysyerynge your lawfull favore that I
maye pase thys porte; and God I truste, that ys the hye         #
searcher
above, and knowethe the secrettes of all men's [{hearts{] ,     #
shall one
daye reward yow openlye, accordynge as he hathe promysyd.
   Than begane he to water hys plantes, sayenge unto me, "Syr,  #
I
thowghte once never to have seene yow agayne; yow are grown
owte of my knolledge; and, seynge that yt ys the wyll of God    #
that
yow shold not dye by ther crwelty, I truste that your blud shal
never be requyryd at my handys. I wyl not molleste yow; but
thys I warne yow of, yn anye wyse, that yow keep yourselve as
cloose as yow can, for here ys one of the promotars, that       #
goythe
yn the same shyp that yow goo yn." "Whoo ys that?" sayed I.
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"Yt ys one mr. Bearde, (sayd he,) dwellynge yn Flet stret, a    #
marchante
tayeler." "I knowe hyme wel, (sayd I,) and he me."
"Wel! (sayd he,) God be with yow! for yonder he commythe, and
all the passyngeres with hym."
   So we partyd, and I wente ynto the mastares cabbone, and     #
there I
laye tyl that wee were enteryd the mayne sease. Than came I     #
forthe
to refreche myselve, and Bearde seyenge me, began to blushe,    #
saynge
unto me, "Ser, whate make yow here?" "Trwely, (sayd I,) I
hame of the same myend that yow are off." "Yow knowe not my
myend," sayd he. "Whatesoever youres ys, I mean to goo to
Andwarpe, God wyllynge, (sayd I,) and so doo yow I trowe."
"Whate wyll yow doo there? (sayed he,) yow are no marchante
man as I hame, and the reste that be here." "Mr. Bearde, whate
the rest ys that be here, I knowe not; but as for your          #
marchawntryes
and myne, yn some poyntes I thynke they be mouche alyke; but
whan that yow and I shall meet yn the Ingleshe burse together,
yow shall see whate cheare that I can make yow. Yn the meane
tyme, let us as frendys be mery together, I pray yow." "Naye,
(sayd he,) I wolde I had mete yow at Gravysend, that I myghte
have made yow some good chere there; but yt was not my fortone
so to doo, and I ham verye sory for yt, beleve me and yow       #
wyll."
"Syr, I thanke God, yt ys better as yt ys. I knowe your cheare
wel inowghte, and Jhon Avayellyes to." With that he wente
downe under the hachys, and told all the pasyngars what an      #
ranke
herytyke I was, "for yt ys marvel (sayd he) that the shype      #
dothe
not synke, havynge so wyked a man yn yt as he ys; and           #
therefore,
good jentelmen, I praye yow hartely take heed and beware of     #
hym.
I hade rather than my welffete cote that he and I were at       #
Grafsend
agayn." Than came the marchawntes up to me, and callyd for
meate and wyne, havynge good store there of their owne          #
provysyon,
and they made me great chere, bydynge me yn anye wyse to take
head of Beard. These were marchantes of Danske, and hade to doo
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here yn London with moste of the aldermen, unto home they gave
a good reporte. Now I, thynkynge to prevente Beard of further
trouble that by hym and hys procuremente myght hape unto me
apon my aryvall at Andwarp, whysperyd the master yn the eare,
and dysyeryd hym hartely to land us at Dounkerke, "for I wyll   #
ryde
the rest by waggon, God wyllynge, and so shall I be ryde of mr.
Beardes companye." I ham content, (saythe the master of the     #
shype,)
for I ham werye alredye (saythe he,) of hys companye. The       #
worson
pape shall come no more yn myne sckepe!"
   So to Downekerke we came, and Beard wente fyrste alande, and
bade us all welcome, "for (sayd he) I wyll be our stuard, and   #
we
wyll fayer well and ther be anye good chear yn the towne." Than
came we to our hoste's howse [{and{] supte altogether. That     #
beynge
done, we wente to our lodgyng, and so yt fel owte that Beard
and I sholde lye togeather, and so dyd; but before he wente to  #
bed,
he knellyd hyme down at the bedsyed, and made apon hys bodye,   #
as
I thynke, xl. crossys, sayenge as manye (^Ave Marya's^) , but   #
nother
Crede nor Pater noster. Than he shewyd us whate monye he had:
ther was bothe golde and sylver, and that plentye. At mydnyghte
the master of the shype toke hys tyed, and wente hys waye.
Mr. Beard, upe yn the mornynge by tyme, went downe to the
water syed to loke for the shype; and when he sawe yt was       #
goone,
he came and tolde us, swerynge and chaffynge lyke a made man,
sayeing that kyng Phyllyp shold knowe of yt, howe he was usyd.
Than sente he all abowghte, to knowe yf anye wente at the nexte
tyed folowynge. Yn the meane tyme, I toke my waggon and
wente my wayes, and that was the laste tyme that ever I sawe    #
hym;
but afterward I was ynformyd by credable parsones that he had
spente all hys monye, bothe hys velffete cote and also hys      #
lyvere
cote that he had of quene Mary, and so came home poore and      #
bare,
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beynge verye syke and weake, and yn Holborne dyed moste         #
myserably, 
full of lyse. Beholde hys end! God graunte he dyed hys 
sarvante. Amen! 



