There was a proude patrico and a nosegent, he tooke his Iockam in his famble, and a wappinge he went, he dokte the Dell, hee pryge to praunce, he byngd a waste into the darke mans, he fylcht the Cofe, with out any fylch man.
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WHyle this second Impression was in printinge, it fortuned that Nycholas Blunte, who called hym selfe Nycholan Gennyns, a counterefet Cranke, that is spoken of in this booke, was fonde begging in the whyte fryers on Newe yeares day last past, Anno domini. 1567, and commytted vnto a offescer, who caried hym vnto the depetye of the ward, which co_m_mytted hym vnto the counter; _and_ as the counstable and a nother would haue caried hym thether, This counterfet Cranke ran awaye, but one lyghter of fote then the other ouer toke hym, _and_ so leading him to the counter, where he remayned three days, _and_ from thence to Brydewell, where before the maister[175] he had his dysgysed aparell put vpon hym, which was monstrous to beholde, And after stode in Chepesyde w_i_t_h_ _th_e same apparil on a scafold.[176]
A Stockes to staye sure, and safely detayne, *[leaf 30]* Lasy lewd Leutterers, that lawes do offend, Impudent persons, thus punished with payne, Hardlye for all this, do meane to amende.
Fetters or shackles serue to make fast, Male malefactours, that on myschiefe do muse, Vntyll the learned lawes do quite or do cast, Such, suttile searchers, as all euyll do vse.
{ A whyp is a whysker, that wyll wrest out blood, *[lf 30, bk]* { Of backe and of body, beaten right well. Of all the other it doth the most good, Experience techeth, and they can well tell.
¶ O dolefull daye! nowe death draweth nere, Hys bytter styng doth pearce me to the harte. I take my leaue of all that be here, Nowe piteously playing this tragicall parte. Neither stripes nor teachinges in tyme could conuert, wherefore an ensample let me to you be, And all that be present, nowe praye you for me.
[177]¶ This counterfet Cranke, nowe vew and beholde, Placed in pyllory, as all maye well se: This was he, as you haue hard the tale tolde, before recorded with great suttylte, Ibused manye with his inpiete, his lothsome attyre, in most vgly manner, was through London caried with dysplayd banner.[178]