playne aunswere. for I wyll talke no more with you.
wood. I wyll make you a direct answer, how I beleue of the true sacrament. I doe beleue, that if I come to receiue the sacrament of the body and bloude of Christe, trulye ministred, beleuing that Christe was borne for me, and that he suffered death for me, and that I shalbe saued from my synnes by his bloudsheadinge, and so receiuing the sacrament in that remembraūce, thē I beleue I do receiue wholy Christ God and man, mistically by fayth: this is my belief.[Back to Top]
B. Chich. Why? then it is no bodye without fayth. Gods woorde is of no force, as you counte it.
wood. My Lord, I haue tolde you my minde, without dissimulation, and more you get not of me, without you will talke with me by the scriptures: and if you wyll doe so, I wyll begin anewe with you, and proue it more plainlye three or foure maner of wayes, that you shall not saye naye to that I haue sayde, your selfe.[Back to Top]
Then they made a great laughing, and said: this is an heretyke in dede. It is tyme he were burned, whiche wordes moued my spirite, and I sayde to them: iudge not, least you bee iudged. For as you iudge me, you shalbe iudged your selues. For that you call heresie, I serue God truly with, as you all shall well knowe, when you shal be in hell, and haue bloude to drynke, and shalbe compelled to saye for pain: this was the manne that we iested on, and whose talke we thought foolyshenes, and his ende to be without honour. But now we may see howe he is counted among the saynctes of God, and we are punished. These wordes shal you saye beyng in hell, if you repent it not with spede, if you cōsent to the sheading of my bloud. wherfore loke to it, I geue you counsel.[Back to Top]
Priest. What? you bee angrye me thynkes: nowe I wyll saye more to you then I hadde thought to haue done. You were at Baxil, twelue moneth a gone, and sent for þe parsone and talked with hym in the churche yarde, and would not goe into the church. For you sayd it was the idolles temple: yea I was with myne olde Lord, when he came to the kyngs Benche to you, and you sayde manye stoute wordes to hym.[Back to Top]
wood. That I sayde, I sayde: and where you sayde I was angrye, I take God to my record I am not, but am zelous in the truthe, and speake out of þe spirite of God, wt cherefulnes.
Priest. The spirite of God? hough, hough, hough: thynke you that you haue the spirite of God?
wood. I beleue surely that I haue the spirite of God, I prayse God therfore: and you be deceyuers, mockers, and scorners before God, & be þe chyldren of hel, al the sort of you, as farre
as I can see: and therewith came in D. Storie, poynting at me with his fynger, speakyng to the Byshop in Latin, saying at length.
Story. I can saye nothing to hym, but an heretike. I haue heard you talke this howre, and a half, & can here no reasonablenes in him.
wood. Iudge not, least you be iudged: for as you iudge, you shalbe iudged your selfe.
Story. What? be you a preachyng? you shall preache at a stake shortlye with your fellowes: my Lorde, trouble your self no more with him.
With those wordes, one brought woorde that the Abbot of Westminster was come to dyne wt the Byshop, and many other gentlemen and wemen: then ther was rushing away with spede to mete him. Then sayde Doctor Story to my keper.
Story Cary him to the marshalse agayne, and let hym be kept close, and let no body come to speake to hym.
wood. And so they departed: then one of the priestes begon to flatter with me, and sayde: for Gods sake remember your selfe. God hath geuen you a good witte: you haue redde the scriptures well, & haue borne thē well in memory. It were great pitie you shold do amisse.
wood. what a flatterer be you, to saye my wytte is good, and that I haue redde the scriptures well? and but euen nowe you sayde, I was an heretike, and despysed me. If I be an heretique, I can haue no good witte, as you haue confessed. But I thinke your owne conscience doth accuse you. God geue you grace to repent, if it be his wyll.[Back to Top]
Priest. I call it a good wytte, because you are expert in all questions.
wood. you may call it a wycked witte, if it agree not with Gods worde. Then one cried, awaye, awaye: here commeth straungers. So we departed, and I came agayne to the Marshalsee with my keper.
THe xii. day of May, the Marshall came to the Marshalsee, and sent for me to speake with him. when I came before him, & had done my dutie, he asked my name, and what countrie man I was. I shewed him both. Then he asked me when I was abrode in the citie. To whome I answered: if it shal please your maistership, I was abroade in the citie on monday was seuennight.[Back to Top]
Marshall What made you abrode?
wood. The byshop of Chichester sent for me to talke with me, at home at his house, besides S. Nicholas Shambles.