gospell that in thretenyng of him I made hym knele downe vpon his knees and crye Erasmus mercie and desyred me to forgyue hym, I may saye to you it was hyghe tyme for hym to fall downe vpon his marybones, and yf he had not done it by and by I had my hal||barde vp redy to haue gyuen hym betwyxt the necke and the heade, I loked as grymme as modie Mars when he is in furyous fume, it is trewe that I tell you, for there was inoughe sawe the frere and me yf I wolde make a lye.  Cannius.  I maruayle the frere was not out of his wyt.  But to retourne to oure purpose agayne, dost thou lyue chastly?  Poliphemus.  Peraduenture I maye do here after when I am more stryken in age.  But shall I confesse the trouthe to the?  Canni.  I am no preest man, therfore yf thou wylt be shryuen thou must seke a preest to whome thou maye be lawfully confessed.  Poliphe.  I am wont styl to cofesse my selfe to god, but I wyl confesse thus moche to the at this tyme I am not yet become a perfyte gospeller or an euangelical man, for I am but yet as it were one of ye comune people, ye knowe wel perde we gospellers haue iiii. gospels wrytten by the .iiii. euange||lystes, & suche gospellers as I am hunt busely, and chefely for .iiii. thynges that we may haue.  Unde. to prouyde dayntie fare for the bellie, that nothynge be lackynge to that parte of the body whiche nature hath placed vnder the belly, ye wote what I meane, and to obtayne and procure suche liuinge that we may lyue welthely and at pleasure without carke & care.  And fynally that we maye do what we lyst without checke or controlment, yf we gospellars lacke none of all these thynges we crye and synge for ioye, amonge our ful cuppes Io Io we tryumphe and are wonderfull frolycke, we synge and make as mery as cup and can, and saye the gospell is a lyue agayne Chryst rayneth.  Cannius.  This is a lyfe for an Epycure or a god belly and for no euangelicall persone that professeth the gospell.  Poli.  I denye not but that it is so as ye saye, but ye knowe well that god is omnipotent and can do al thynges, he can turne vs ||whe his wyll is sodenly in to other maner of men.  Cannius.  So can he transforme you in to hogges and swyne, the whiche maye soner be done I iudge the to chaunge you into good men for ye are halfe swynyshe & hoggyshe alredy, your lyuynge is so beastlie.  Poliphe.  Holde thy peas ma wolde to god there were no men that dyd more hurt in the world then swyne, bullockes, asses, and camelles.  A ma may se many men now adayes more crueller then lyons, more rauenynge the wolues, more lecherous then sparous, and that byte worse then mad dogges, more noysom the snakes, vepers and adders.  Cannius.  But nowe good Polipheme remembre and loke vpon thy selfe for it is hyghe tyme for the to laye a syde thy beastly lyuynge, and to be tourned from a brute and a sauage beast in to a man.  Poliphemus.  I thanke you good neyghbour Cannius for by saynt Mary I thynke your counsayle is good/for the prophetes of this ||tyme sayth the worlde is almost at an end, and