Dutch
Church Libel
Ye strangers yt doe inhabite in this lande
Note this same writing doe it vnderstand
Conceit it well for savegard of your lyves
Your goods, your children, & your dearest wives
Your Machiavellian Marchant spoyles the state,
Your vsery doth leave vs all for deade
Your Artifex, & craftesman works our fate,
And like the Jewes, you eate us vp as bread
The Marchant doth ingross all kinde of wares
Forestalls the markets, whereso
ere he goes
Sends forth his wares, by Pedlers to the faires,
Retayles at home, & with
his horrible showes: Vndoeth thowsands
In Baskets your wares trott up & downe
Carried the streets by the country
nation,
You are intelligencers to the state & crowne
And in your hartes doe wish an alteracion,
You transport goods, & bring vs gawds good store
Our Leade, our Vittaile, our Ordenance
& what nott
That Egipts plagues, vext not the Egyptians more
Then you doe vs; then death shall
be your lotte
Noe prize comes in but you make claime therto
And every merchant hath three trades
at least,
And Cutthrote like in selling you vndoe
vs all, & with our store continually
you feast: We cannot suffer long.
Our pore artificers doe starve & dye
For yt they cannot now
be sett on worke
And for your worke more curious to the ey[.]
In Chambers, twenty in one house will
lurke,
Raysing of rents, was never knowne before
Living farre better then at native
home
And our pore soules, are cleane thrust out of dore
And to the warres are sent abroade
to rome,
To fight it out for Fraunce & Belgia,
And dy like dogges as sacrifice for
you
Expect you therefore such a fatall day
Shortly on you, & yours for to
ensewe: as never was seene.
Since words nor threates nor any other thinge
canne make you to avoyd this certaine
ill
Weele cutte your throtes, in your temples praying
Not paris massacre so much blood did
spill
As we will doe iust vengeance on you all
In counterfeitinge religion for your
flight
When tis well knowne, you are loth, for to be thrall
your coyne, & you as countryes
cause to flight
With Spanish gold, you all are infected
And with yt gould our Nobles wink
at feats
Nobles said I? nay men to be reiected,
Upstarts yt enioy the noblest
seates
That wound their Countries brest, for lucres sake
And wrong our gracious Queene &
Subiects good
By letting strangers make our harts to ake
For which our swords are whet, to
shedd their blood
And for a truth let it be vnderstoode/Fly, Flye, & never returne.
per.
Tamberlaine
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