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  • Title: Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Quarto)
  • Editors: Christopher Hicklin, Christopher Matusiak

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    Author: Robert Greene
    Editors: Christopher Hicklin, Christopher Matusiak
    Peer Reviewed

    Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Quarto)

    THE
    HONORABLE HISTORIE
    of frier Bacon, and frier Bongay.
    As it was plaid by her Maiesties seruants.
    Made by Robert Greene Maister of Arts.
    LONDON,
    Printed for Edward White, and are to be sold at his shop, at
    the little North dore of Poules, at the signe of
    the Gun. 1594.
    THE HONOVRABLE
    Historie of Frier Bacon.
    1Enter, Edward the first malcontented with Lacy earle of Lin-
    colne, Iohn Warren earle of Sussex, and Ermsbie gentle-
    man: Raph Simnell the kings foole.
    Lacie.
    5WHY lookes my lord like to a troubled skie,
    When heauens bright shine, is shadowed with a fogge:
    Alate we ran the deere and through the Lawndes
    Stript with our nagges the loftie frolicke bucks,
    That scudded fore the teisers like the wind,
    10Nere was the Deere of merry Fresingfield,
    So lustily puld down by iolly mates,
    Nor sharde the Farmers such fat venison,
    So franckly dealt this hundred yeares before:
    Nor haue I seene my lord more frolicke in the chace,
    15And now changde to a melancholie dumpe.
    Warren. After the Prince got to the keepers lodge
    And had been iocand in the house a while:
    Tossing of ale and milke in countrie cannes,
    Whether it was the countries sweete content:
    20Or els the bonny damsell fild vs drinke
    That seemd so stately in her stammell red:
    Or that a qualme did crosse his stomacke then,
    But straight he fell into his passions.
    Ermsbie. Sirra Raphe, what say you to your maister,
    25Shall he thus all amort liue malecontent.
    Raphe. Heerest thou Ned, nay looke if hee will speake
    to me.
    Edward. What sayst thou to me foole?
    Raphe. I pree thee tell me Ned, art thou in loue with the
    30keepers daughter?
    Edward. How if I be, what then?
    Raphe. Why then sirha Ile teach thee how to deceiue loue.
    Edward. How Raphe.
    Raphe. Marrie sirha Ned, thou shalt put on my cap, and
    35my coat, and my dagger, and I will put on thy clothes, and thy
    sword, and so thou shalt be my foole.
    Edward. And what of this?
    Raphe. Why so thou shalt beguile Loue, for Loue is such a
    proud scab, that he will neuer meddle with fooles nor children, Is
    40not Raphes counsell good Ned.
    Edward. Tell me Ned Lacie, didst thou marke the mayd,
    How liuely in her country weedes she lookt:
    A bonier wench all Suffolke cannot yeeld,
    All Suffolke, nay all England holds none such.
    45Raphe. Sirha, Will Ermsby, Ned is deceiued.
    Ermsbie. Why Raphe?
    Raphe. He saies all England hath no such, and I say, and
    Ile stand to it, there is one better in Warwickshire.
    VVarren. How proouest thou that Raphe?
    50Raphe. Why is not the Abbot a learned man, and hath red
    many bookes, and thinkest thou he hath not more learning than
    thou to choose a bonny wench, yes I warrant thee by his whole
    grammer.
    Ermsby. A good reason Raphe.
    55Edward. I tell the Lacie, that her sparkling eyes,
    Doe lighten forth sweet Loues alluring fire:
    And in her tresses she doth fold the lookes
    Of such as gaze vpon her golden haire,
    Her bashfull white mixt with the mornings red,
    60Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes,
    Her front is beauties table where she paints,
    The glories of her gorgious excellence:
    Her teeth are shelues of pretious Margarites,
    Richly enclosed with ruddie curroll cleues.
    65Tush Lacie, she is beauties ouermatch,
    If thou suruaist her curious imagerie.
    Lacie. I grant my lord the damsell is as faire,
    As simple Suffolks homely towns can yeeld:
    But in the court be quainter dames than she,
    70Whose faces are enricht with honours taint,
    Whose bewties stand vpon the stage of fame,
    And vaunt their trophies in the courts of loue.
    Edw. Ah Ned, but hadst thou watcht her as my self,
    And seene the secret bewties of the maid,
    75Their courtly coinesse were but foolery.
    Ermsbie. Why how watcht you her my lord?
    Edward. When as she swept like Venus through the house,
    And in her shape fast foulded vp my thoughtes:
    Into the Milkhouse went I with the maid,
    80And there amongst the cream-boles she did shine,
    As Pallace, mongst her Princely huswiferie:
    She turnd her smocke ouer her Lilly armes,
    And diued them into milke to run her cheese:
    But whiter than the milke her christall skin,
    85Checked with lines of Azur made her blush,
    That art or nature durst bring for compare,
    Ermsbie if thou hadst seene as I did note it well,
    How bewtie plaid the huswife, how this girle
    Like Lucrece laid her fingers to the worke,
    90Thou wouldest with Tarquine hazard Roome and all
    To win the louely mayd of Fresingfield.
    Raphe. Sirha Ned, wouldst faine haue her?
    Edward. I Raphe.
    Raphe. Why Ned I haue laid the plot in my head thou
    95shalt haue her alreadie.
    Edward. Ile giue thee a new coat and learne me that.
    Raphe. Why sirra Ned weel ride to Oxford to Frier Bacon, oh
    he is a braue scholler sirra, they say he is a braue Nigromancer,
    that he can make women of deuils, and hee can iuggle cats into
    100Costermongers.
    Edward. And how then Raphe?
    Raphe. Marry sirha thou shalt go to him, and because thy fa-
    ther Harry shall not misse thee, hee shall turne me into thee; and
    Ile to the Court, and Ile prince it out, and he shall make thee ei-
    105ther a silken purse, full of gold, or else a fine wrought smocke.
    Edward. But how shall I haue the mayd?
    Raphe. Marry sirha, if thou beest a silken purse full of gold,
    then on sundaies sheele hang thee by her side, and you must not
    say a word, Now sir when she comes into a great prease of people,
    110for feare of the cut-purse on a sodaine sheele swap thee into her
    plackerd, then sirha being there you may plead for yourselfe.
    Ermsbie. Excellent pollicie.
    Edward. But how if I be a wrought smocke.
    Raphe. Then sheele put thee into her chest and lay thee in-
    115to Lauender, and vpon some good day sheele put thee on, and at
    night when you go to bed, then being turnd from a smocke to a
    man, you may make vp the match.
    Lacie. Wonderfully wisely counselled Raphe.
    Edward. Raphe shall haue a new coate.
    120Raphe. God thanke you when I haue it on my backe Ned,
    Edward. Lacie the foole hath laid a perfect plot,
    For why our countrie Margret is so coy,
    And standes so much vpon her honest pointes,
    That marriage or no market with the mayd:
    125Ermsbie, it must be nigromaticke spels,
    And charmes of art that must inchaine her loue,
    Or else shall Edward neuer win the girle,
    Therefore my wags weele horse vs in the morne,
    And post to Oxford to this iolly Frier,
    130Bacon shall by his magicke doe this deed.
    Warren. Content my lord, and thats a speedy way
    To weane these head-strong puppies from the teat,
    Edward. I am vnknowne, not taken for the Prince,
    They onely deeme vs frolicke Courtiers,
    135That reuell thus among our lieges game:
    Therefore I haue deuised a pollicie,
    Lacie, thou knowst next friday is S. Iames,
    And then the country flockes to Harlston faire,
    Then will the keepers daughter frolicke there,
    140And ouer-shine the troupe of all the maids,
    That come to see, and to be seene that day.
    Haunt thee disguisd among the countrie swaines,
    Fain thart a farmers sonne, not far from thence,
    Espie her loues, and who she liketh best:
    145Coat him, and court her to controll the clowne,
    Say that the Courtier tyred all in greene,
    That helpt her handsomly to run her cheese,
    And fild her fathers lodge with venison,
    Commends him, and sends fairings to herselfe,
    150Buy some thing worthie of her parentage,
    Not worth her beautie for Lacie then the faire,
    Affoords no Iewell fitting for the mayd:
    And when thou talkest of me, note if she blush,
    Oh then she loues, but if her cheekes waxe pale,
    155Disdaine it is. Lacie send how she fares,
    And spare no time nor cost to win her loues.
    Lacie. I will my lord so execute this charge,
    As if that Lacie were in loue with her.
    Edward. Send letters speedily to Oxford of the newes.
    160Raphe. And sirha Lacie, buy me a thousand thousand milli-
    on of fine bels.
    Lacie. What wilt thou doe with them Raphe?
    Raphe. Mary euery time that Ned sighs for the keepers
    daughter, Ile tie a bell about him, and so within three or foure
    165daies I will send word to his father Harry, that his sonne and my
    maister Ned is become Loues morris dance.
    Edward. Well Lacie, looke with care vnto thy charge,
    And I will hast to Oxford to the Frier,
    That he by art, and thou by secret gifts,
    170Maist make me lord of merrie Fresingfield.
    Lacie. God send your honour your harts desire. Exeunt.
    Enter frier Bacon, with Miles his poore scholer with bookes
    vnder his arme, with them Burden, Mason,
    Clement, three doctors.
    175Bacon. Miles where are you?
    Miles. Hic sum dostissime & reuerendissime doctor.
    Bacon. Attulisti nos libros meos de Necromantia.
    Miles. Ecce quam bonum & quam iocundum, habitares libros
    in vnum.
    180Bacon. Now maisters of our Academicke state,
    That rule in Oxford Vizroies in your place,
    Whose heads containe Maps of the liberall arts,
    Spending your time in deapth of learned skill,
    Why flocke you thus to Bacons secret Cell,
    185A Frier newly stalde in Brazennose,
    Say whats your mind, that I may make replie.
    Burden. Bacon we hear, that long we haue suspect,
    That thou art read in Magicks mysterie,
    In Piromancie to diuine by flames,
    190To tell by Hadromaticke, ebbes and tides,
    By Aeromancie, to discouer doubts,
    To plaine out questions, as Apollo did.
    Bacon. Well maister Burden, what of all this?
    Miles. Marie sir he doth but fulfill by rehearsing of these
    195names the Fable of the Fox and the grapes, that which is aboue
    vs, pertains nothing to vs.
    Burden. I tell thee Bacon, Oxford makes report,
    Nay England, and the court of Henrie saies,
    Thart making of a brazen head by art,
    200Which shall vnfold strange doubts and Aphorismes,
    And read a lecture in Philosophie,
    And by the helpe of Diuels and ghastly fiends,
    Thou meanst ere many yeares or daies be past,
    To compasse England with a wall of brasse.
    205Bacon. And what of this?
    Miles. What of this maister, why he doth speak mystically,
    for he knowes if your skill faile to make a brazen head, yet mo-
    ther waters strong ale will fit his turne to make him haue a cop-
    per nose.
    210Clement. Bacon we come not greeuing at thy skill,
    But ioieng that our Academie yeelds
    A man supposde the woonder of the world,
    For if thy cunning worke these myracles,
    England and Europe shall admire thy fame,
    215And Oxford shall in characters of brasse,
    And statues, such as were built vp in Rome,
    Eternize Frier Bacon for his art.
    Mason. Then gentle Frier, tell vs thy intent.
    Bacon. Seeing you come as friends vnto the frier
    220Resolue you doctors, Bacon can by bookes,
    Make storming Boreas thunder from his caue,
    And dimme faire Luna to a darke Eclipse,
    The great arch-ruler, potentate of hell,
    Trembles, when Bacon bids him, or his fiends,
    225Bow to the force of his Pentageron.
    What art can worke, the frolicke frier knowes,
    And therefore will I turne my Magicke bookes,
    And straine out Nigromancie to the deepe,
    I haue contrivd and framde a head of brasse,
    230(I made Belcephon hammer out the stuffe)
    And that by art shall read Philosophie,
    And I will strengthen England by my skill,
    That if ten Caesars livd and raignd in Rome,
    With all the legions Europe doth containe,
    235They should not touch a grasse of English ground,
    The worke that Ninus reard at Babylon,
    The brazen walles framde by Semiramis,
    Carued out like to the portall of the sunne,
    Shall not be such as rings the English strond:
    240From Douer to the market place of Rie.
    Burden. Is this possible?
    Miles. Ile bring ye to or three witnesses.
    Burden. What be those?
    Miles. Marry sir three or foure as honest diuels, and good
    245companions as any be in hell.
    Mason. No doubt but magicke may doe much in this,
    For he that reades but Mathematicke rules,
    Shall finde conclusions that auaile to worke,
    Wonders that passe the common sense of men.
    250Burden. But Bacon roues a bow beyond his reach,
    And tels of more than magicke can performe:
    Thinking to get a fame by fooleries,
    Haue I not past as farre in state of schooles:
    And red of many secrets, yet to thinke,
    255That heads of Brasse can vtter any voice,
    Or more, to tell of deepe philosophie,
    This is a fable AEsop had forgot.
    Bacon. Burden, thou wrongst me in detracting thus,
    Bacon loues not to stuffe himselfe with lies:
    260But tell me fore these Doctors if thou dare,
    Of certaine questions I shall moue to thee.
    Burden. I will aske what thou can.
    Miles. Marrie sir heele straight be on your pickpacke to
    knowe whether the feminine or the masculin gender be most
    265worthie.
    Bacon. Were you not yesterday maister Burden at Henly
    vpon the Thembs?
    Burden. I was, what then?
    Bacon. What booke studied you there on all night?
    270Burden. I, none at all I red not there a line.
    Bacon. Then doctors, Frier Bacons art knowes nought.
    Clement. What say you to this maister Burden doth hee not
    touch you?
    Burden. I passe not of his friuolous speeches.
    275Miles. Nay maister Burden, my maister ere hee hath done
    with you, will turne you from a doctor to a dunce, and shake you
    so small, that he will leaue no more learning in you than is in Ba-
    laams Asse.
    Bacon. Maisters, for that learned Burdens skill is deepe,
    280And sore he doubts of Bacons Cabalisme:
    Ile shew you why he haunts to Henly oft,
    Not doctors for to tast the fragrant aire:
    But there to spend the night in Alcumie,
    To multiplie with secret spels of art.
    285Thus priuat steales he learning from vs all,
    To prooue my sayings true, Ile shew you straight,
    The booke he keepes at Henly for himselfe.
    Miles. Nay now my maister goes to coniuration, take heede.
    Bacon. Maisters stand still, feare not, Ile shewe you but his
    290booke.
    Heere he coniures.
    Per omnes deos infernales Belcephon.
    Enter a woman with a shoulder of mutton
    on a spit, and a Deuill.
    295Miles. Oh maister cease your coniuration, or you spoile all, for
    heeres a shee diuell come with a shoulder of mutton on a spit, you
    haue mard the diuels supper, but no doubt hee thinkes our Col-
    ledge fare is slender, and so hath sent you his cooke with a shoul-
    der of mutton to make it exceed.
    300Hostesse. Oh where am I, or whats become of me.
    Bacon. What art thou?
    Hostesse. Hostesse at Henly mistresse of the Bell.
    Bacon. How camest thou heere.
    Hostesse. As I was in the kitchen mongst the maydes,
    305Spitting the meate against supper for my guesse:
    A motion mooued me to looke forth of dore.
    No sooner had I pried into the yard,
    But straight a whirlewind hoisted me from thence,
    And mounted me aloft vnto the cloudes:
    310As in a trance I thought nor feared nought,
    Nor know I where or whether I was tane:
    Nor where I am, nor what these persons be.
    Bacon. No, know you not maister Burden.
    Hostesse. Oh yes good sir, he is my daily guest,
    315What maister Burden, twas but yesternight,
    That you and I at Henly plaid at cardes.
    Burden. I knowe not what we did, a poxe of all coniuring
    Friers.
    Clement. Now iolly Frier tell vs, is this the booke
    320that Burden is so carefull to looke on?
    Bacon. It is, but Burden tell me now,
    Thinkest thou that Bacons Nicromanticke skill,
    Cannot performe his head and wall of Brasse,
    When he can fetch thine hostesse in such post.
    325Miles. Ile warrant you maister, if maister Burden could con-
    iure as well as you, hee would haue his booke euerie night from
    Henly to study on at Oxford.
    Mason. Burden what are you mated by this frolicke Frier,
    Looke how he droops, his guiltie conscience
    330Driues him to bash and makes his hostesse blush.
    Bacon. Well mistres for I wil not haue you mist,
    You shall to Henly to cheere vp your guests
    Fore supper ginne, Burden bid her adew,
    Say farewell to your hostesse fore she goes,
    335Sirha away, and set her safe at home.
    Hostesse. Maister Burden, when shall we see you at Henly.
    Exeunt Hostesse and the Deuill.
    Burden. The deuill take thee and Henly too.
    Miles. Maister shall I make a good motion.
    340Bacon. Whats that?
    Miles. Marry sir nowe that my hostesse is gone to prouide
    supper, coniure vp an other spirite, and send doctor Burden fly-
    ing after.
    Bacon. Thus rulers of our Accademicke state,
    345You haue seene the Frier frame his art by proofe:
    And as the colledge called Brazennose,
    Is vnder him and he the maister there:
    So surely shall this head of brasse be framde,
    And yeeld forth strange and vncoth Aphorismes:
    350And Hell and Heccate shall faile the Frier,
    But I will circle England round with brasse.
    Miles. So be it, & nunc & semper, Amen.
    Exeunt omnes.
    Enter Margaret the faire mayd of Fresingfield, with Thomas
    355 and Ione, and other clownes: Lacie disguised in countrie
    apparell.
    Thomas. By my troth Margret heeres a wether is able to
    make a man call his father whorson, if this wether hold wee shall
    haue hay good cheape, and butter and cheese at Harlston will
    360beare no price.
    Margret. Thomas, maides when they come to see the faire,
    Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay,
    When we haue turnd our butter to the salt,
    And set our cheese safely vpon the rackes.
    365Then let our fathers prise it as they please,
    We countrie sluts of merry Fresingfield,
    Come to buy needlesse noughts to make vs fine,
    And looke that yong-men should be francke this day,
    And court vs with such fairings as they can.
    370Phaebus is blythe and frolicke lookes from heauen,
    As when he courted louely Semele:
    Swearing the pedlers shall haue emptie packs,
    If that faire wether may make chapmen buy.
    Lacie. But louely Peggie Semele is dead,
    375And therefore Phaebus from his pallace pries,
    And seeing such a sweet and seemly saint,
    Shewes all his glories for to court your selfe.
    Margret. This is a fairing gentle sir indeed,
    To sooth me vp with such smooth flatterie,
    380But learne of me your scoffes to broad before:
    Well Ione our bewties must abide their iestes,
    We serue the turne in iolly Fresingfield.
    Ione. Margret, a farmers daughter for a farmers sonne,
    I warrant you the meanest of vs both,
    385Shall haue a mate to leade vs from the Church:
    But Thomas whats the newes? what in a dumpe.
    Giue me your hand, we are neere a pedlers shop,
    Out with your purse we must haue fairings now.
    Thomas. Faith Ione and shall, Ile bestow a fairing on you, and
    390then we will to the Tauern, and snap off a pint of wine or two.
    All this while Lacie whispers Margret in the eare.
    Margret. Whence are you sir, of Suffolke, for your tearmes
    are finer than the common sort of men?
    Lacie. Faith louely girle, I am of Beckles by,
    395Your neighbour not aboue six miles from hence,
    A farmers sonne that neuer was so quaint,
    But that he could do courtesie to such dames:
    But trust me Margret I am sent in charge,
    From him that reueld in your fathers house,
    400And fild his Lodge with cheere and venison,
    Tyred in greene, he sent you this rich purse:
    His token, that he helpt you run your cheese,
    And in the milkhouse chatted with your selfe.
    Margret. To me, you forget your selfe.
    405Lacie. Women are often weake in memorie.
    Margret. Oh pardon sir, I call to mind the man,
    Twere little manners to refuse his gift,
    And yet I hope he sends it not for loue:
    For we haue little leisure to debate of that.
    410Ione. What Margret blush not, mayds must haue their
    loues.
    Thomas. Nay by the masse she lookes pale as if she were
    angrie.
    Richard. Sirha are you of Beckls? I pray how dooth good-
    415man Cob, my father bought a horse of him, Ile tell you Marget,
    a were good to be a gentlemans iade, for of all things the foule
    hilding could not abide a doongcart.
    Margret. How different is this farmer from the rest,
    That earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight,
    420His words are wittie, quickened with a smile,
    His courtesie gentle, smelling of the court,
    Facill and debonaire in all his deeds,
    Proportiond as was Paris, when in gray,
    He courted Aenon in the vale by Troy.
    425Great lords haue come and pleaded for my loue,
    Who but the keepers lasse of Fresingfield,
    And yet me thinks this Farmers iolly sonne,
    Passeth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye.
    But Peg disclose not that thou art in loue,
    430And shew as yet no signe of loue to him,
    Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy loue
    Keepe that to thee till time doth serue thy turne,
    To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne.
    Come Ione and Thomas, shall we to the faire,
    435You Beckls man will not forsake vs now,
    Lacie. Not whilst I may haue such quaint girls as you,
    Margret. Well if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield,
    Make but a step into the keepers lodge,
    And such poore fare as Woodmen can affoord,
    440Butter and cheese, creame, and fat venison,
    You shall haue store, and welcome therewithall.
    Lacie. Gramarcies Peggie, looke for me eare long.
    Exeunt omnes.
    Enter Henry the third, the emperour, the king of Castile, Elinor
    445his daughter, Iaques Vandermast a Germaine.
    Henrie. Great men of Europe, monarks of the West,
    Ringd with the wals of old Oceanus,
    Whose loftie surges like the battelments,
    That compast high built Babell in with towers,
    450Welcome my lords, welcome braue westerne kings,
    To Englands shore, whose promontorie cleeues,
    Shewes Albion is another little world,
    Welcome sayes English Henrie to you all,
    Chiefly vnto the louely Eleanour,
    455Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas,
    And venture as Agenors damsell through the deepe,
    To get the loue of Henries wanton sonne.
    Castile. Englands rich Monarch braue Plantagenet,
    The Pyren mounts swelling aboue the clouds,
    460That ward the welthie Castile in with walles,
    Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour,
    But hearing of the fame of Edwards youth,
    She darde to brooke Neptunus haughtie pride,
    And bide the brunt of froward Eolus,
    465Then may faire England welcome her the more.
    Elinor. After that English Henrie by his lords,
    Had sent prince Edwards louely counterfeit,
    A present to the Castile Elinor,
    The comly pourtrait of so braue a man,
    470The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds,
    Edwards couragious resolution,
    Done at the holy land fore Damas walles,
    Led both mine eye and thought in equall links,
    To like so of the English Monarchs sonne,
    475That I attempted perrils for his sake.
    Emperour. Where is the Prince, my lord?
    Henrie. He posted down, not long since from the court,
    To Suffolke side, to merrie Fremingham,
    To sport himselfe amongst my fallow deere,
    480From thence by packets sent to Hampton house,
    We heare the Prince is ridden with his lords,
    To Oxford, in the Academie there,
    To heare dispute amongst the learned men,
    But we will send foorth letters for my sonne,
    485To will him come from Oxford to the court.
    Empe. Nay rather Henrie let vs as we be,
    Ride for to visite Oxford with our traine,
    Faine would I see your Vniuersities,
    And what learned men your Academie yields,
    490From Haspurg haue I brought a learned clarke,
    To hold dispute with English Orators.
    This doctor surnamde Iaques Vandermast,
    A Germaine borne, past into Padua,
    To Florence, and to faire Bolonia,
    495To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans,
    And talking there with men of art, put downe
    The chiefest of them all in Aphorismes,
    In Magicke, and the Mathematicke rules,
    Now let vs Henrie trie him in your schooles.
    500Henrie. He shal my lord, this motion likes me wel,
    Weele progresse straight to Oxford with our trains,
    And see what men our Academie bringes.
    And woonder Vandermast welcome to me
    In Oxford shalt thou find a iollie frier,
    505Cald Frier Bacon, Englands only flower
    Set him but Non-plus in his magicke spels,
    And make him yeeld in Mathematicke rules,
    And for thy glorie I will bind thy browes,
    Not with a poets garland made of Baies,
    510But with a coronet of choicest gold,
    Whilst then we fit to Oxford with our troupes,
    Lets in and banquet in our English court. Exit.
    Enter Raphe Simnell in Edwardes apparrell, Ed-
    ward, Warren, Ermsby disguised.
    515Raphe. Where be these vacabond knaues that they attend
    no better on their maister?
    Edward. If it please your honour we are all ready at an inch.
    Raphe. Sirha Ned, Ile haue no more post horse to ride on,
    Ile haue another fetch.
    520Ermsbie. I pray you how is that my Lord?
    Raphe. Marrie sir, Ile send to the Ile of Eely for foure or fiue
    dozen of Geese, and Ile haue them tide six and six together with
    whipcord, Now vpon their backes will I haue a faire field bed,
    with a Canapie, and so when it is my pleasure Ile flee into what
    525place I please; this will be easie.
    Warren. Your honour hath said well, but shall we to Brasen-
    nose Colledge before we pull off our bootes.
    Ermsbie. Warren well motioned, wee will to the Frier
    Before we reuell it within the towne.
    530Raphe see you keepe your countenance like a Prince.
    Raphe. Wherefore haue I such a companie of cutting knaues
    to wait vpon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against
    all mine enemies: haue you not good swords and bucklers.
    Enter Bacon and Miles.
    535Ermsbie. Stay who comes heere.
    Warren. Some scholler, and weele aske him where Frier Ba-
    con is.
    Bacon. Why thou arrant dunce shal I neuer make thee good
    scholler, doth not all the towne crie out, and say, Frier Bacons
    540subsiser is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford, why thou canst
    not speake one word of true Latine.
    Miles. No sir, yes what is this els; Ego sum tuus homo, I am
    your man, I warrant you sir as good Tullies phrase as any is in
    Oxford.
    545Bacon. Come on sirha, what part of speech is Ego.
    Miles. Ego, that is I, marrie nomen substantiuo.
    Bacon. How prooue you that?
    Miles. Why sir let him prooue himselfe and a will, I can be
    hard felt and vnderstood.
    550Bacon. Oh grosse dunce.
    Here beate him.
    Edw. Come let vs breake off this dispute between these two.
    Sirha, where is Brazennose Colledge.
    Miles. Not far from Copper-smithes hall.
    555Edward. What doest thou mocke me.
    Miles. Not I sir, but what would you at Brazennose?
    Ermsbie. Marrie we would speake with frier Bacon.
    Miles. Whose men be you.
    Ersmbie. Marrie scholler heres our maister.
    560Raphe. Sirha I am the maister of these good fellowes, mayst
    thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparrell.
    Miles. Then heeres good game for the hawke, for heers the
    maister foole, and a couie of Cockscombs, one wise man I thinke
    would spring you all.
    565Edward. Gogs wounds Warren kill him.
    VVarren. Why Ned I thinke the deuill be in my sheath, I
    cannot get out my dagger.
    Ermsbie. Nor I mine, Swones Ned I thinke I am bewitcht.
    Miles. A companie of scabbes, the proudest of you all drawe
    570your weapon if he can,
    See how boldly I speake now my maister is by.
    Edward. I striue in vaine, but if my sword be shut,
    And coniured fast by magicke in my sheath,
    Villaine heere is my fist.
    575Strike him a box on the eare.
    Miles. Oh I beseech you coniure his hands too, that he may
    not lift his armes to his head, for he is light fingered.
    Raphe. Ned strike him, Ile warrant thee by mine honour.
    Bacon. What meanes the English prince to wrong my man,
    580Edward. To whom speakest thou.
    Bacon. To thee.
    Edward. Who art thou.
    Bacon. Could you not iudge when all your swords grew fast,
    That frier Bacon was not farre from hence:
    585Edward king Henries sonne and Prince of Wales,
    Thy foole disguisd cannot conceale thy selfe,
    I know both Ermsbie and the Sussex Earle,
    Els Frier Bacon had but little skill.
    Thou comest in post from merrie Fresingfield,
    590Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse,
    To craue some succour of the iolly Frier,
    And Lacie Eare of Lincolne hast thou left,
    To treat faire Margret to allow thy loues:
    But friends are men, and loue can baffle lords.
    595The Earle both woes and courtes her for himselfe.
    VVarren. Ned this is strange, the frier knoweth al.
    Ermsbie. Appollo could not vtter more than this.
    Edward. I stand amazed to heare this iolly Frier,
    Tell euen the verie secrets of my thoughts:
    600But learned Bacon since thou knowest the cause,
    Why I did post so fast from Fresingfield.
    Helpe Frier at a pinch, that I may haue
    The loue of louely Margret to my selfe,
    And as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile giue
    605Liuing and lands to strength thy colledge state.
    VVarren. Good Frier helpe the Prince in this.
    Raphe. Why seruant Ned, will not the frier doe it. Were
    not my sword glued to my scabberd by coniuration, I would cut
    off his head and make him do it by force.
    610Miles. In faith my lord, your manhood and your sword is all
    alike, they are so fast coniured that we shall neuer see them.
    Ermsbie. Wat doctor in a dumpe, tush helpe the prince,
    And thou shalt see how liberall he will prooue,
    Bacon. Craue not such actions, greater dumps than these,
    615I will my lord straine out my magicke spels,
    For this day comes the earle to Fresingfield,
    And fore that night shuts in the day with darke,
    Theile be betrothed ech to other fast:
    But come with me, weele to my studie straight,
    620And in a glasse prospectiue I will shew
    Whats done this day in merry Fresingfield.
    Edward. Gramercies Bacon, I will quite thy paine.
    Bacon. But send your traine my lord into the towne,
    My scholler shall go bring them to their Inne:
    625Meane while weele see the knauerie of the earle.
    Edward. Warren leaue me and Ermsbie, take the foole,
    Let him be maister and go reuell it,
    Till I and Frier Bacon talke a while.
    VVarren. We will my lord.
    630Raphe. Faith Ned and Ile lord it out till thou comest, Ile be
    Prince of Wales ouer all the blacke pots in Oxford.
    Exeunt.
    Bacon and Edward goes into the study.
    Bacon. Now frolick Edward, welcome to my Cell,
    635Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies:
    And holds this place his consistorie court,
    Wherin the diuels pleads homage to his words,
    Within this glasse prospectiue thou shalt see
    This day whats done in merry Fresingfield,
    640Twixt louely Peggie and the Lincolne earle.
    Edward. Frier thou gladst me, now shall Edward trie,
    How Lacie meaneth to his soueraigne lord.
    Bacon. Stand there and looke directly in the glasse,
    Enter Margret and Frier Bungay.
    645Bacon. What sees my lord.
    Edward. I see the keepers louely lasse appeare,
    As bright-sunne as the parramour of Mars,
    Onely attended by a iolly frier.
    Bacon. Sit still and keepe the christall in your eye,
    650Margret. But tell me frier Bungay is it true,
    That this faire courtious countrie swaine,
    Who saies his father is a farmer nie,
    Can be lord Lacie earle of Lincolnshire.
    Bungay. Peggie tis true, tis Lacie for my life,
    655Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile.
    Left by prince Edward to procure his loues,
    For he in greene that holpe you runne your cheese,
    Is sonne to Henry and the prince of Wales.
    Margret. Be what he will his lure is but for lust.
    660But did lord Lacie like poore Margret,
    Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse,
    Frier, I would his humble handmayd be,
    And for great wealth, quite him with courtesie.
    Bungay. Why Margret doest thou loue him.
    665Margret. His personage like the pride of vaunting Troy,
    Might well auouch to shadow Hellens cape:
    His wit is quicke and readie in conceit,
    As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime
    Courteous, ah Frier full of pleasing smiles,
    670Trust me I loue too much to tell thee more,
    Suffice to me he is Englands parramour.
    Bungay. Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing face,
    Surnamed thee faire maid of Fresingfield.
    Margret. Yes Bungay, and would God the louely Earle
    675Had that in esse, that so many sought.
    Bungay. Feare not, the Frier will not be behind,
    To shew his cunning to entangle loue.
    Edward. I thinke the Frier courts the bonny wench,
    Bacon, me thinkes he is a lustie churle.
    680Bacon. Now looke my lord.
    Enter Lacie.
    Edward. Gogs wounds Bacon heere comes Lacie.
    Bacon. Sit still my lord and marke the commedie.
    Bungay. Heeres Lacie, Margret step aside awhile.
    685Lacie. Daphne the damsell, that caught Phaebus fast,
    And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes,
    Was not so beautious in Appollos eyes,
    As is faire Margret to the Lincolne earle,
    Recant thee Lacie thou art put in trust,
    690Edward thy soueraignes sonne hath chosen thee
    A secret friend to court her for himselfe:
    And darest thou wrong thy Prince with trecherie.
    Lacie, loue makes no acception of a friend,
    Nor deemes it of a Prince, but as a man:
    695Honour bids thee controll him in his lust,
    His wooing is not for to wed the girle,
    But to intrap her and beguile the lasse:
    Lacie thou louest, then brooke not such abuse,
    But wed her, and abide thy Princes frowne:
    700For better die, then see her liue disgracde.
    Margret. Come Frier I will shake him from his dumpes,
    How cheere you sir, a penie for your thought:
    Your early vp, pray God it be the neere,
    What come from Beckles in a morne so soone.
    705Lacie. Thus watchfull are such men as liue in loue,
    Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe,
    I tell thee Peggie since last Harlston faire,
    My minde hath felt a heape of passions.
    Margret. A trustie man that court it for your friend,
    710Woo you still for the courtier all in greene.
    I maruell that he sues not for himselfe.
    Lacie. Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him,
    But when mine eies suruaid your beautious lookes
    Loue like a wagge, straight diued into my heart,
    715And there did shrine the Idea of your selfe:
    Pittie me though I be a farmers sonne,
    And measure not my riches but my loue.
    Margret. You are verie hastie for to garden well,
    Seeds must haue time to sprout before they spring,
    720Loue ought to creepe as doth the dials shade,
    For timely ripe is rotten too too soone.
    Bungay. Deus hic, roome for a merry Frier,
    What youth of Beckles, with the keepers lasse,
    Tis well, but tell me heere you any newes.
    725Margret. No, Frier what newes.
    Bungay. Heere you not how the purseuants do post,
    With proclamations through ech country towne:
    Lacie. For what gentle frier tell the newes.
    Bungay. Dwelst thou in Beckles & heerst not of these news,
    730Lacie the Earle of Lincolne is late fled
    From Windsor court disguised like a swaine,
    And lurkes about the countrie heere vnknowne.
    Henrie suspects him of some trecherie,
    And therefore doth proclaime in euery way,
    735That who can take the Lincolne earle, shall haue
    Paid in the Exchequer twentie thousand crownes.
    Lacie. The earle of Lincoln, Frier thou art mad,
    It was some other, thou mistakest the man:
    The earle of Lincolne, why it cannot be.
    740Margret. Yes verie well my lord, for you are he,
    The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner,
    Lord Lacie yeeld, Ile be your gailor once.
    Edward. How familiar they be Bacon.
    Bacon. Sit still and marke the sequell of their loues.
    745Lacie. Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe,
    Peggie, I yeeld, but are these newes in iest,
    Margret. In iest with you, but earnest vnto me:
    For why, these wrongs do wring me at the heart,
    Ah how these earles and noble men of birth,
    750Flatter and faine to forge poore womens ill.
    Lacie. Beleeue me lasse, I am the Lincolne earle,
    I not denie, but tyred thus in rags
    I liued disguisd to winne fair Peggies loue.
    Margret. What loue is there where wedding ends not loue?
    755Lacie. I meant faire girle to make thee Lacies wife.
    Margret. I litle thinke that earles wil stoop so low,
    Lacie. Say, shall I make thee countesse ere I sleep.
    Marg. Handmaid vnto the earle so please himselfe
    A wife in name, but seruant in obedience.
    760Lacie. The Lincolne countesse, for it shalbe so,
    Ile plight the bands and seale it with a kisse.
    Edward. Gogs wounds Bacon they kisse, Ile stab them,
    Bacon. Oh hold your handes my lord it is the glasse.
    Edward. Coller to see the traitors gree so well,
    765Made me thinke the shadowes substances.
    Bacon. Twere a long poinard my lord, to reach betweene
    Oxford and Fresingfield, but sit still and see more.
    Bungay. Well lord of Lincolne, if your loues be knit,
    And that your tongues and thoughts do both agree:
    770To auoid insuing iarres, Ile hamper vp the match,
    Ile take my portace forth, and wed you heere,
    Then go to bed and seale vp your desires.
    Lacie. Frier content, Peggie how like you this?
    Margret. What likes my lord is pleasing vnto me.
    775Bungay. Then hand-fast hand, and I wil to my booke,
    Bacon. What sees my lord now.
    Edward. Bacon, I see the louers hand in hand,
    The Frier readie with his portace there,
    To wed them both, then am I quite vndone,
    780Bacon helpe now, if ere thy magicke serude,
    Helpe Bacon, stop the marriage now,
    If diuels or nigromansie may suffice,
    And I will giue thee fourtie thousand crownes.
    Bacon. Feare not my lord, Ile stop the iolly Frier,
    785For mumbling vp his orisons this day.
    Lacie. VVhy speakst not Bungay, Frier to thy booke.
    Bungay is mute, crying Hud hud.
    Margret. How lookest thou frier, as a man disttaught,
    Reft of thy sences Bungay, shew by signes
    790If thou be dum what passions holdeth thee.
    Lacie. Hees dumbe indeed: Bacon hath with his diuels
    Inchanted him, or else some strange disease,
    Or Appoplexie hath possest his lungs:
    But Peggie what he cannot with his booke
    795Weele twixt vs both vnite it vp in heart.
    Margret. Els let me die my lord a miscreant.
    Edward. Why stands frier Bacon so amazd.
    Bacon. I haue strook him dum my lord, & if your honor please
    Ile fetch this Bungay straightway from Fresingfield,
    800And he shall dine with vs in Oxford here.
    Edward. Bacon, doe that and thou contentest me,
    Lacie. Of courtesie Margret let vs lead the frier
    Vnto thy fathers lodge, to comfort him
    With brothes to bring him from this haplesse trance.
    805Margret. Or els my lord, we were passing vnkinde
    To leaue the frier so in his distresse.
    Enter a deuill, and carrie Bungay on his backe.
    Margret. O helpe my lord, a deuill, a deuill my lord,
    Looke how he carries Bungay on his backe:
    810Lets hence for Bacons spirits be abroad.
    Exeunt.
    Edward. Bacon I laugh to see the iolly Frier
    Mounted vpon the diuell, and how the earle
    Flees with his bonny lasse for feare,
    815Assoone as Bungay is at Brazennose,
    And I haue chatted with the merrie frier,
    I will in post hie me to Fresingfield,
    And quite these wrongs on Lacie ere it be long,
    Bacon. So be it my lord, but let vs to our dinner:
    820For ere we haue taken our repast awhile,
    We shall haue Bungay brought to Brazennose.
    Exeunt.
    Enter three doctors, Burden, Mason,
    Clement.
    825Mason. Now that we are gathered in the regent house,
    It fits vs talke about the kings repaire,
    For he troopt with all the westerne kings
    That lie alongst the Dansick seas by East,
    North by the clime of frostie Germanie,
    830The Almain Monarke, and the Scocon duke,
    Castile, and louely Ellinor with him,
    Haue in their iests resolued for Oxford towne.
    Burden. We must lay plots of stately tragedies,
    Strange comick showes, such as proud Rossius
    835Vaunted before the Romane Emperours.
    Clement. To welcome all the westerne Potentates
    But more the king by letters hath foretold,
    That Fredericke the Almaine Emperour
    Hath brought with him a Germane of esteeme,
    840Whose surname is Don Iaquesse Vandermast,
    Skilfull in magicke and those secret arts.
    Mason. Then must we all make sute vnto the frier,
    To Frier Bacon that he vouch this taske,
    And vndertake to counteruaile in skill
    845The German, els theres none in Oxford can,
    Match and dispute with learned Vandermast.
    Burden. Bacon, if he will hold the German play,
    Weele teach him what an English Frier can doe:
    The diuell I thinke dare not dispute with him.
    850Clement. Indeed mas doctor he pleasured you,
    In that he brought your hostesse with her spit,
    From Henly posting vnto Brazennose.
    Burden. A vengeance on the Frier for his paines,
    But leauing that, lets hie to Bacon straight,
    855To see if he will take this taske in hand.
    Clement. Stay what rumor is this, the towne is vp in a mu-
    tinie, what hurly burlie is this?
    Enter a Constable, with Raphe, Warren, Ermsbie
    and Miles.
    860Constable. Nay maisters if you were nere so good, you shall
    before the doctors to aunswer your misdemeanour.
    Burden. Whats the matter fellow?
    Constable. Marie sir, heres a companie of rufflers that drin-
    king in the Tauerne haue made a great braule, and almost kilde
    865the vintner.
    Miles. Salue doctor Burden, this lubberly lurden,
    Ill shapte and ill faced, disdaind and disgraced,
    What he tels vnto vobis, mentitur de nobis.
    Burden. Who is the maister and cheefe of this crew?
    870Miles. Ecce asinum mundi, fugura rotundi,
    Neat sheat and fine, as briske as a cup of wine.
    Burden. What are you?
    Raphe. I am father doctor as a man would say, the Belwe-
    ther of this cõpany, these are my lords, and I the prince of Wales.
    875Clement. Are you Edward the kings sonne?
    Raphe. Sirra Miles, bring hither the tapster that drue the
    wine, and I warrant when they see how soundly I haue broke his
    head, theile say twas done by no lesse man than a prince.
    Mason. I cannot beleeue that this is the prince of Wales.
    880Warren. And why so sir?
    Mason. For they say the prince is a braue & a wise gentleman.
    VVar. Why and thinkest thou doctor that he is not so?
    Darst thou detract and derogat from him,
    Being so louely and so braue a youth.
    885Ermsbie. Whose face shining with many a sugred smile,
    Bewraies that he is bred of princely race.
    Miles. And yet maister doctor, to speake like a proctor,
    And tell vnto you, what is veriment and true,
    To cease of this quarrell, look but on his apparrell,
    890Then mark but my talis, he is great prince of Walis,
    The cheefe of our gregis, and filius regis,
    Then ware what is done, for he is Henries white sonne.
    Raphe. Doctors whose doting nightcaps are not capable of
    my ingenious dignitie, know that I am Edward Plantagenet,
    895whom if you displease, will make a shippe that shall hold all your
    colleges, and so carrie away the Niniuersitie with a fayre wind, to
    the Bankeside in Southwarke, how sayst thou Ned Warraine,
    shall I not do it?
    VVarren. Yes my good lord, and if it please your lordship,
    900I wil gather vp al your old pantophles, and with the corke, make
    you a Pinnis of fiue hundred tunne, that shall serue the turne
    maruellous well, my lord.
    Ermsbie. And I my lord will haue Pioners to vndermine the
    towne, that the very Gardens and orchards be carried away for
    905your summer walkes.
    Miles. And I with scientia, and great diligentia,
    Will coniure and charme, to keepe you from harme,
    That vtrum horum mauis, your very great nauis,
    Like Bartlets ship, from Oxford do skip,
    910With Colleges and schooles, full loaden with fooles,
    Quid dices ad hoc, worshipfull domine Dawcocke.
    Clement. Why harebraind courtiers, are you drunke or mad,
    To taunt vs vp with such scurilitie,
    Deeme you vs men of base and light esteeme,
    915To bring vs such a fop for Henries sonne,
    Call out the beadls and conuay them hence,
    Straight to Bocardo, let the roisters lie
    Close clapt in bolts, vntill their wits be tame.
    Ermsbie. Why shall we to prison my lord?
    920Raphe. What saist Miles, shall I honour the prison with my (presence?
    Miles. No no, out with your blades, and hamper these iades,
    Haue a flurt and a crash, now play reuell dash,
    And teach these Sacerdos, that the Bocardos,
    Like pezzants and elues, are meet for themselues.
    925Mason. To the prison with them constable.
    Warren. Well doctors seeing I haue sported me,
    With laughing at these mad and merrie wagges,
    Know that prince Edward is at Brazennose,
    And this attired like the prince of Wales,
    930Is Raphe, king Henries only loued foole,
    I, earle of Essex, and this Ermsbie
    One of the priuie chamber to the king,
    Who while the prince with Frier Bacon staies,
    Haue reueld it in Oxford as you see.
    935Mason. My lord pardon vs, we knew not what you were,
    But courtiers may make greater skapes than these,
    Wilt please your honour dine with me to day?
    VVarren. I will maister doctor, and satisfie the vintner for his
    hurt, only I must desire you to imagine him all this forenoon the
    940prince of Wales.
    Mason. I will sir.
    Raphe. And vpon that I will lead the way, onely I will haue
    Miles go before me, because I haue heard Henrie say, that wise-
    dome must go before Maiestie. Exeunt omnes.
    945Enter prince Edward with his poinard in his hand, Lacie
    and Margret.
    Edward. Lacie thou canst not shroud thy traitrous thoughts,
    Nor couer as did Cassius all his wiles,
    For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farre,
    950As Lincaeus from the shores of Grecia,
    Did not I sit in Oxford by the Frier,
    And see thee court the mayd of Fresingfield,
    Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kisse,
    Did not prowd Bungay draw his portasse foorth,
    955And ioyning hand in hand had married you,
    If Frier Bacon had not stroke him dumbe,
    And mounted him vpon a spirits backe,
    That we might chat at Oxford with the frier,
    Traitor what answerst, is not all this true?
    960Lacie. Truth all my Lord and thus I make replie,
    At Harlstone faire there courting for your grace,
    When as mine eye suruaid her curious shape,
    And drewe the beautious glory of her looks,
    To diue into the center of my heart.
    965Loue taught me that your honour did but iest,
    That princes were in fancie but as men,
    How that the louely maid of Fresingfield,
    Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wife,
    Than concubine vnto the prince of Wales.
    970Edward. Iniurious Lacie did I loue thee more
    Than Alexander his Hephestion,
    Did I vnfould the passion of my loue,
    And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts,
    Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe,
    975Sole freind, and partner of his secreat loues,
    And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake,
    The inchained fetters of such priuat freindes,
    Base coward, false, and too effeminate,
    To be coriuall with a prince in thoughts,
    980From Oxford haue I posted since I dinde,
    To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe.
    Marg. Twas I my Lord, not Lacie stept awry,
    For oft he sued and courted for yourselfe,
    And still woode for the courtier all in greene,
    985But I whome fancy made but ouer fond,
    Pleaded my selfe with looks as if I lovd,
    I fed myne eye with gazing on his face,
    And still bewicht lovd Lacie with my looks,
    My hart with sighes, myne eyes pleaded with tears,
    990My face held pittie and content at once,
    And more I could not sipher out by signes
    But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart,
    Then worthy Edward measure with thy minde,
    If womens fauours will not force men fall,
    995If bewtie and if darts of persing loue,
    Is not of force to bury thoughts of friendes.
    Edward. I tell thee Peggie I will haue thy loues,
    Edward or none shall conquer Margret,
    In Frigats bottomd with rich Sethin planks,
    1000Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon,
    Stemd and incast with burnisht Iuorie
    And ouerlaid with plates of Persian wealth,
    Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waues
    And draw the Dolphins to thy louely eyes,
    1005To daunce lauoltas in the purple streames,
    Sirens with harpes and siluer psalteries,
    Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem,
    And entertaine faire Margret with her laies,
    England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee,
    1010Brittaine shall bend vnto her princes loue,
    And doe due homage to thine excellence,
    If thou wilt be but Edwards Margret.
    Margret. Pardon my lord if Ioues great roialtie,
    Sent me such presents as to Danae,
    1015If Phoebus tied in Latonas webs,
    Come courting from the beautie of his lodge,
    The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie,
    Not all the wealth heauens treasurie affords,
    Should make me leaue lord Lacie or his loue.
    1020Edw. I haue learnd at Oxford then this point of schooles,
    Abbata causa, tollitur effectus,
    Lacie the cause that Margret cannot loue,
    Nor fix her liking on the English Prince,
    Take him away, and then the effects will faile,
    1025Villaine prepare thy selfe for I will bathe
    My poinard in the bosome of an eatle.
    Lacie. Rather then liue, and misse faire Margrets loue,
    Prince Edward stop not at the fatall doome,
    But stabb it home, end both my loues and life.
    1030Marg. Braue Prince of Wales, honoured for royall deeds,
    Twere sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood,
    Loues conquests ends my Lord in courtesie,
    Spare Lacie gentle Edward, let me die,
    For so both you and he doe cease your loues.
    1035Edward. Lacie shall die as traitor to his Lord.
    Lacie. I haue deserued it, Edward act it well.
    Margret What hopes the Prince to gaine by Lacies death?
    Edward. To end the loues twixt him and Margeret.
    Marg. Why, thinks king Henries sonne that Margrets loue,
    1040Hangs in the vncertaine ballance of proud time,
    That death shall make a discord of our thonghts,
    No, stab the earle, and fore the morning sun
    Shall vaunt him thrice, ouer the loftie east,
    Margret will meet her Lacie in the heauens.
    1045Lacie. If ought betides to louely Margret,
    That wrongs or wrings her honour from content,
    Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchie,
    Should not allure Lacie to ouerliue,
    Then Edward short my life and end her loues.
    1050Margret. Rid me, and keepe a friend worth many loues.
    Lacie. Nay Edward keepe a loue worth many friends.
    Margret. And if thy mind be such as fame hath blazde,
    Then princely Edward let vs both abide
    The fatall resolution of thy rage,
    1055Banish thou fancie, and imbrace reuenge,
    And in one toombe knit both our carkases,
    Whose hearts were linked in one perfect loue,
    Edward. Edward Art thou that famous prince of Wales,
    Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens,
    1060And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point,
    And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe,
    Is it princely to disseuer louers leagues,
    To part such friends as glorie in their loues,
    Leaue Ned, and make a vertue of this fault,
    1065And further Peg and Lacie in their loues,
    So in subduing fancies passion,
    Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile,
    Lacie rise vp, faire Peggie heeres my hand,
    The prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts
    1070And all his loues he yeelds vnto the earle,
    Lacie enioy the maid of Fresingfield,
    Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church,
    And Ned as he is true Plantagenet,
    Will giue her to thee franckly for thy wife.
    1075Lacie. Humbly I take her of my soueraigne,
    As if that Edward gaue me Englands right,
    And richt me with the Albion diadem.
    Margret. And doth the English Prince mean true,
    Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loues,
    1080And yeeld the title of a countrie maid,
    Vnto lord Lacie.
    Edward. I will faire Peggie as I am true lord.
    Marg. Then lordly sir, whose conquest is as great,
    In conquering loue as Caesars victories,
    1085Margret as milde and humble in her thoughts,
    As was Aspatia vnto Cirus selfe,
    Yeelds thanks, and next lord Lacie, doth inshrine
    Edward the second secret in her heart.
    Edw. Gramercie Peggie, now that vowes are past,
    1090And that your loues are not be reuolt:
    Once Lacie friendes againe, come we will post
    To Oxford, for this day the king is there,
    And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor.
    Peggie I must go see and view my wife,
    1095I pray God I like her as I loued thee.
    Beside, lord Lincolne we shall heare dispute,
    Twixt frier Bacon, and learned Vandermast,
    Peggie weele leaue you for a week or two.
    Margret. As it please lord Lacie, but loues foolish looks,
    1100Thinke footsteps Miles, and minutes to be houres.
    Lacie. Ile hasten Peggie to make short returne,
    But please your houour goe vnto the lodge,
    We shall haue butter, cheese, and venison.
    And yesterday I brought for Margret,
    1105A lustie bottle of neat clarret wine,
    Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace.
    Edward. Tis cheere lord Lacie for an Emperour,
    If he respect the person and the place:
    Come let vs in, for I will all this night,
    1110Ride post vntill I come to Bacons cell.
    Exeunt.
    Enter Henrie, Emperour, Castile, Ellinor, Van-
    dermast, Bungay.
    Emperour. Trust me Plantagenet these Oxford schooles
    1115Are richly seated neere the riuer side:
    The mountaines full of fat and fallow deere,
    The batling pastures laid with kine and flocks,
    The towne gorgeous with high built colledges,
    And schollers seemely in their graue attire.
    1120Learned in searching principles of art,
    What is thy iudgement, Iaquis Vandermast.
    Vandermast. That lordly are the buildings of the towne,
    Spatious the romes and full of pleasant walkes:
    But for the doctors how that they be learned,
    1125It may be meanly, for ought I can heere.
    Bungay. I tell thee Germane, Haspurge holds none such,
    None red so deepe as Oxenford containes,
    There are within our accademicke state,
    Men that may lecture it in Germanie,
    1130To all the doctors of your Belgicke schools.
    Henrie. Stand to him Bungay, charme this Vandermast,
    And I will vse thee as a royall king.
    Vandermast. Wherein darest thou dispute with me.
    Bungay. In what a Doctor and a Frier can.
    1135Vandermast. Before rich Europes worthies put thou forth
    The doubtfull question vnto Vandermast.
    Bungay. Let it be this, whether the spirites of piromancie
    or Geomancie, be most predominant in magick.
    Vander. I say of Piromancie.
    1140Bungay. And I of Geomancie.
    Vander. The cabbalists that wright of magicke spels,
    As Hermes, Melchie, and Pithagoras,
    Affirme that mongst the quadruplicitie
    Of elementall essence, Terra is but thought,
    1145To be a punctum squared to the rest:
    And that the compasse of ascending eliments
    Exceed in bignesse as they doe in height.
    Iudging the concaue circle of the sonne,
    To hold the rest in his circomference,
    1150If then as Hermes saies the fire be greatst,
    Purest and onely giueth shapes to spirites:
    Then must these Demones that haunt that place,
    Be euery way superiour to the rest.
    Bungay. I reason not of elementall shapes,
    1155Nor tell I of the concaue lattitudes,
    Noting their essence nor their qualitie,
    But of the spirites that Piromancie calles,
    And of the vigour of the Geomanticke fiends,
    I tell thee Germane magicke haunts the grounds,
    1160And those strange necromantick spels
    That worke such shewes and wondering in the world,
    Are acted by those Geomanticke spirites,
    That Hermes calleth Terrae filii.
    The fierie spirits are but transparant shades,
    1165That lightly passe as Heralts to beare newes,
    But earthly fiends closd in the lowest deepe,
    Disseuer mountaines if they be but chargd,
    Being more grose and massie in their power.
    Vander. Rather these earthly geomantike spirits,
    1170Are dull and like the place where they remaine:
    For when proud Lucipher fell from the heauens,
    The spirites and angels that did sin with him,
    Retaind their locall essence as their faults,
    All subiect vnder Lunas continent,
    1175They which offended lesse hang in the fire,
    And second faults did rest within the aire,
    But Lucifer and his proud hearted fiends,
    Were throwne into the center of the earth,
    Hauing lesse vnderstanding than the rest,
    1180As hauing greater sinne, and lesser grace.
    Therfore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serue,
    For Iuglers, Witches, and vild sorcerers,
    Whereas the Piromanticke gemij,
    Are mightie, swift, and of farre reaching power,
    1185But graunt that Geomancie hath most force,
    Bungay to please these mightie potentates,
    Prooue by some instance what thy art can doe.
    Bungay. I will.
    Emper. Now English Harry here begins the game,
    1190We shall see sport betweene these learned men.
    Vandermast. What wilt thou doe.
    Bung. Shew thee the tree leavd with refined gold,
    Wheron the fearefull dragon held his seate,
    That watcht the garden cald Hesperides,
    1195Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules.
    Vandermast. Well done.
    Heere Bungay coniures and the tree appeares with
    the dragon shooting fire.
    Henrie. What say you royall lordings to my frier,
    1200Hath he not done a point of cunning skill.
    Vander. Ech scholler in the Nicromanticke spels,
    Can doe as much as Bungay hath performd,
    Bur as Alcmenas basterd ras'd this tree,
    So will I raise him vp as when he liued,
    1205And cause him pull the Dragon from his seate,
    And teare the branches peecemeale from the roote,
    Hercules Prodie, Prodi Hercules.
    Hercules appeares in his Lions skin.
    Hercules. Quis me vult.
    1210Vandermast. Ioues bastard sonne thou libian Hercules
    Pull off the sprigs from off the Hesperian tree,
    As once thou didst to win the golden fruit.
    Hercules. Fiat.
    Heere he begins to breake the branches.
    1215Vander. Now Bungay if thou canst by magicke charme,
    The fiend appearing like great Hercules,
    From pulling downe the branches of the tree,
    Then art thou worrhy to be counted learned.
    Bungay. I cannot.
    1220Vander. Cease Hercules vntill I giue thee charge,
    Mightie commander of this English Ile,
    Henrie come from the stout Plantagenets,
    Bungay is learned enough to be a Frier.
    But to compare with Iaquis Vandermast,
    1225Oxford and Cambridge must go seeke their celles,
    To find a man to match him in his art.
    I haue giuen non-plus to the Paduans,
    To them of Sien, Florence, and Belogna,
    Reimes, Louain and faire Rotherdam,
    1230Franckford, Lutrech and Orleance:
    And now must Henrie if he do me right,
    Crowne me with lawrell as they all haue done.
    Enter Bacon.
    Bacon. All haile to this roiall companie,
    1235That sit to heare and see this strange dispute:
    Bungay, how standst thou as a man amazd,
    What hath the Germane acted more than thou,
    Vandermast. What art thou that questions thus.
    Bacon. Men call me Bacon.
    1240Vander. Lordly thou lookest, as if that thou wert learnd,
    Thy countenance, as if science held her seate
    Betweene the circled arches of thy browes.
    Henrie. Now Monarcks hath the Germain found his match.
    Emperour. Bestirre thee Iaquis take not now the foile,
    1245Least thou doest loose what foretime thou didst gaine.
    Vandermast. Bacon, wilt thou dispute.
    Bacon. Noe, vnlesse he were more learnd than Vandermast.
    For yet tell me, what hast thou done?
    Vandermast. Raisd Hercules to ruinate that tree,
    1250That Bongay mounted by his magicke spels.
    Bacon. Set Hercules to worke.
    Vander. Now Hercules, I charge thee to thy taske,
    Pull off the golden branches from the roote.
    Hercules. I dare not, Seest thou not great Bacon heere,
    1255Whose frowne doth act more than thy magicke can.
    Vandermast. By all the thrones and dominations,
    Vertues, powers and mightie Herarchies,
    I charge thee to obey to Vandermast.
    Hercules. Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon,
    1260And rules Asmenoth guider of the North:
    Bindes me from yeelding vnto Vandermast.
    Hen. How now Vandermast, haue you met with your match.
    Vandermast. Neuer before wast knowne to Vandermast,
    That men held deuils in such obediant awe,
    1265Bacon doth more than art or els I faile.
    Emperour. Why Vandermast art thou ouercome,
    Bacon dispute with him, and trie his skill:
    Bacon. I come not Monarckes for to hold dispute,
    With such a nouice as is Vandermast,
    1270I come to haue your royalties to dine
    With Frier Bacon heere in Brazennose,
    And for this Germane troubles but the place
    And holds this audience with a long suspence,
    Ile send him to his Accademie hence,
    1275Thou Hercules whom Vandermast did raise,
    Transport the Germane vnto Haspurge straight,
    That he may learne by trauaile gainst the springs,
    More secret doomes and Aphorismes of art,
    Vanish the tree and thou away with him.
    1280Exit the spirit with Vandermast and the Tree.
    Emperour. Why Bacon whether doest thou send him,
    Bacon. To Haspurge there your highnesse at returne,
    Shall finde the Germane in his studie safe.
    Henrie. Bacon, thou hast honoured England with thy skill,
    1285And made faire Oxford famous by thine art,
    I will be English Henrie to thy selfe,
    But tell me shall we dine with thee to day.
    Bacon. With me my Lord, and while I fit my cheere,
    See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you:
    1290Gratious as the morning starre of heauen, Exit.
    Enter Edward, Lacie, Warren, Ermsbie.
    Emperour. Is this Prince Edward Henries royall sonne,
    How martiall is the figure of his face,
    Yet louely and beset with Amorets.
    1295Henrie. Ned, where hast thou been.
    Edward. At Framingham my Lord, to trie your buckes.
    If they could scape they teisers or the toile:
    But hearing of these lordly Potentates
    Landed, and prograst vp to Oxford towne,
    1300I posted to giue entertaine to them,
    Chiefe to the Almaine Monarke, next to him,
    And ioynt with him, Castile and Saxonie,
    Are welcome as they may be to the English Court.
    Thus for the men, but see Venus appeares,
    1305Or one that ouermatcheth Venus in her shape,
    Sweete Ellinor, beauties high swelling pride,
    Rich natures glorie, and her wealth at once:
    Faire of all faires, welcome to Albion,
    Welcome to me, and welcome to thine owne,
    1310If that thou dainst the welcome from my selfe.
    Ellinor. Martiall Plantagenet, Henries high minded sonne,
    The marke that Ellinor did count her aime,
    I likte thee fore I saw thee, now I loue,
    And so as in so short a time I may:
    1315Yet so as time shall neuer breake that so,
    And therefore so accept of Ellinor.
    Castile. Feare not my Lord, this couple will agree,
    If loue may creepe into their wanton eyes:
    And therefore Edward I accept thee heere,
    1320Without suspence, as my adopted sonne.
    Henrie. Let me that ioy in these consorting greets,
    And glorie in these honors done to Ned,
    Yeeld thankes for all these fauours to my sonne,
    And rest a true Plantagenet to all.
    1325Enter Miles with a cloth and trenchers and salt.
    Miles. Saluete omnes reges, that gouern your Greges, in Saxo-
    nie and Spaine, in England and in Almaine: for all this frolicke
    rable must I couer the table, with trenchers, salt and cloth, and
    then looke for your broth.
    1330Emperour. What pleasant fellow is this.
    Henrie. Tis my lord, doctor Bacons poore scholler.
    Miles. My maister hath made me sewer of these great lords,
    and God knowes I am as seruiceable at a table, as a sow is vnder
    an apple tree: tis no matter, their cheere shall not be great, and
    1335therefore what skils where the salt stand before or behinde.
    Castile. These schollers knowes more skill in actiomes,
    How to vse quips and sleights of Sophistrie,
    Than for to couer courtly for a king.
    Enter Miles with a messe of pottage and broth,
    1340and after him Bacon.
    Miles. Spill sir, why doe you thinke I neuer carried
    twopeny chop before in my life: by your leaue, Nobile decus, for
    here comes doctor Bacons pecus, being in his full age, to carrie a
    messe of pottage.
    1345Bacon. Lordings admire not if your cheere be this,
    For we must keepe our Accademicke fare,
    No riot where Philosophie doth raine,
    And therefore Henrie place these Potentates,
    And bid them fall vnto their frugall cates.
    1350Emp. Presumptuous Frier, what scoffst thou at a king,
    What doest thou taunt vs with thy pesants fare,
    And giue vs cates fit for countrey swaines,
    Henrie proceeds this iest of thy consent,
    To twit vs with such a pittance of such price,
    1355Tell me, and Fredericke will not greeue the long.
    Henrie. By Henries honour and the royall faith
    The English monarcke beareth to his friend:
    I knew not of the friers feeble fare,
    Nor am I pleasd he entertaines you thus.
    1360Bacon. Content thee Fredericke for I shewd the cates
    To let thee see how schollers vse to feede:
    How little meate refines our English wits,
    Miles take away, and let it be thy dinner.
    Miles. Marry sir I wil, this day shal be a festiual day with me,
    1365For I shall exceed in the highest degree. Exit Miles.
    Bacon. I tell thee Monarch, all the Germane Peeres
    Could not affoord thy entertainment such,
    So roiall and so full of Maiestie,
    As Bacon will present to Fredericke,
    1370The Basest waiter that attends thy cups,
    Shall be in honours greater than thy selfe:
    And for thy cates rich Alexandria drugges,
    Fetcht by Carueils from Aegypts richest straights:
    Found in the wealthy strond of Affrica,
    1375Shall royallize the table of my king,
    Wines richer than the Gyptian courtisan,
    Quaft to Augustus kingly countermatch,
    Shalbe carrowst in English Henries feasts:
    Candie shall yeeld the richest of her canes,
    1380Persia downe her volga by Canows,
    Send down the secrets of her spicerie.
    The Africke Dates mirabiles of Spaine,
    Conserues, and Suckets from Tiberias,
    Cates from Iudea choiser than the lampe
    1385That fiered Rome with sparkes of gluttonie,
    Shall bewtifie the board for Fredericke,
    And therfore grudge not at a friers feast.
    Enter two gentlemen, Lambert, and Serlby
    with the keeper.
    1390Lambert. Come frolicke keeper of our lieges game,
    Whose table spred hath euer venison,
    And Iacks of wines to welcome passengers,
    Know I am in loue with iolly Margret,
    That ouer-shines our damsels as the moone,
    1395Darkneth the brightest sparkles of the night,
    In Laxfield heere my land and liuing lies,
    Ile make thy daughter ioynter of it all,
    So thou consent to giue her to my wife,
    And I can spend fiue hundreth markes a yeare.
    1400Serlbie. I am the lanslord keeper of thy holds,
    By coppie all thy liuing lies in me.
    Laxfield did neuer see me raise my due,
    I will infeofe faire Margret in all,
    So she will take her to a lustie squire.
    1405Keeper. Now courteous gentls, if the Keepers girle,
    Hath pleased the liking fancie of you both,
    And with her beutie hath subdued your thoughts,
    Tis doubtfull to decide the question.
    It ioyes me that such men of great esteeme,
    1410Should lay their liking on this base estate,
    And that her state should grow so fortunate,
    To be a wife to meaner men than you.
    But sith such squires will stoop to keepers fee,
    I will to auoid displeasure of you both,
    1415Call Margret forth, and she shall make her choise, Exit.
    Lambert. Content Keeper send her vnto vs.
    Why Serlsby is thy wife so lately dead,
    Are all thy loues so lightly passed ouer,
    As thou canst wed before the yeare be out,
    1420Serlsby. I liue not Lambert to content the dead,
    Nor was I wedded but for life to her,
    The graues ends and begins a maried state.
    Enter Margret.
    Lambert. Peggie the louelie flower of all townes,
    1425Suffolks faire Hellen, and rich Englands star,
    Whose beautie tempered with her huswifrie,
    Maks England talke of merry Frisingfield.
    Serlsby. I cannot tricke it vp with poesies,
    Nor paint my passions with comparisons,
    1430Nor tell a tall of Phebus and his loues,
    But this beeleue me Laxfield here is mine,
    Of auncient rent seuen hundred pounds a yeare,
    And if thou canst but loue a countrie squire,
    I wil infeoffe thee Margret in all,
    1435I can not flatter, trie me if thou please.
    Mar. Braue neighbouring squires the stay of Suffolks clime,
    A Keepers daughters is too base in gree
    To match with men accoumpted of such worth,
    But might I not displease I would reply,
    1440Lambert. Say Peggy nought shall make vs discontent.
    Marg. Then gentils note that loue hath little stay,
    Nor can the flames that Venus sets on fire,
    Be kindled but by fancies motion,
    Then pardon gentils, if a maids reply
    1445Be doubtful, while I haue debated with my selfe,
    Who or of whome loue shall constraine me like,
    Serlsbie. Let it be me and trust me Margret,
    The meads inuironed with the siluer streames,
    Whose Batling pastures fatneth all my flockes,
    1450Yelding forth fleeces stapled with such woole,
    As Lempster cannot yelde more finer stuffe
    And fortie kine with faire and burnisht heads,
    With strouting duggs that paggle to the ground,
    Shall serue thy dary if thou wed with me.
    1455Lambert. Let passe the countrie wealth as flocks and kine,
    And lands that waue with Ceres golden sheues
    filling my barnes with plentie of the fieldes,
    But peggie if thou wed thy selfe to me,
    Thou shalt haue garments of Imbrodred silke,
    1460Lawnes and rich networks for thy head attyre
    Costlie shalbe thy fare abiliments,
    If thou wilt be but Lamberts louing wife.
    Margret Content you gentles you haue profered faire,
    And more than fits a countrie maids degree,
    1465But giue me leaue to counsaile me a time,
    For fancie bloomes not at the first assault,
    Giue me but ten dayes respite and I will replye,
    Which or to whom my selfe affectionats.
    Serslby. Lambert I tell thee thou art importunate,
    1470Such beautie fits not such a base esquire
    It is for Serlsby to haue Margret.
    Lamb. Thinkst thou with wealth to ouer reach me
    Serlsby, I scorne to brooke thy country braues
    I dare thee Coward to maintaine this wrong,
    1475At dint of rapier single in the field.
    Serlsby Ile aunswere Lambert what I haue auoucht
    Margret farewel, another time shall serue. Exit Serlsby
    Lambert. Ile follow Peggie farewell to thy selfe,
    Listen how well ile answer for thy loue. Exit Lambert
    1480Margeret. How Fortune tempers lucky happes with frowns,
    And wrongs me with the sweets of my delight,
    Loue is my blisse, and loue is now my bale,
    Shall I be Hellen in my froward fates,
    As I am Hellen in my matchles hue
    1485And set rich Suffolke with my face afire,
    If louely Lacie were but with his Peggy,
    The cloudie darckenesse of his bitter frowne
    Would check the pride of these aspiring squires.
    Before the term of ten dayes be expired,
    1490When as they looke for aunswere of their loues,
    My Lord will come to merry Frisingfield,
    And end their fancies, and their follies both,
    Til when Peggie be blith and of good cheere.
    Enter a post with a letter and
    1495a bag of gold.
    Post. Fair louely damsell which way leads this path,
    How might I post me vnto Frisingfield,
    which footpath leadeth to the keepers lodge?
    Margeret Your way is ready and this path is right,
    1500My selfe doe dwell hereby in Frisingfield,
    And if the keeper be the man you seeke,
    I am his daughter may I kuow the cause?
    Post Louely and once beloued of my lord,
    No meruaile if his eye was lodgd so low,
    1505when brighter bewtie is not in the heauens,
    The Lincolne earle hath sent you letters here,
    And with them, iust an hundred pounds in gold,
    Sweete bonny wench read them and make reply.
    Margret. The scrowles that Ioue sent Danae
    1510Wrapt in rich closures of fine burnisht gold,
    Were not more welcome than these lines to me.
    Tell me whilst that I doe vnrip the seales,
    Liues Lacie well, how fares my louely Lord?
    Post. Well, if that wealth may make men to liue well.
    1515The letter, and Margret reads it.
    THe bloomes of the Almond tree grow in a night, and vanish
    in a morne, the flies Haemere (faire Peggie) take life with
    the Sun, and die with the dew, fancie that slippeth in with a
    gase, goeth out with a winke, and too timely loues, haue euer the
    1520shortest length. I write this as thy grefe, and my folly, who at Fri-
    singfield lovd that which time hath taught me to be but meane
    dainties, eyes are dissemblers, and fancie is but queasie, therefore
    know Margret, I haue chosen a Spanish Ladie to be my wife,
    cheefe waighting woman to the Princesse Ellinour, a Lady faire,
    1525and no less faire than thy selfe, honorable and wealthy, in that I
    forsake thee I leaue thee to thine own liking, and for thy dowrie
    I haue sent thee an hundred pounds, and euer assure thee of my
    fauour, which shall auaile thee and thine much. Farewell.
    Not thine nor his owne,
    1530Edward Lacie.
    Fond Atae doomer of bad boading fates,
    That wrappes proud Fortune in thy snaky locks,
    Didst thou inchaunt my byrth-day with such stars,
    As lightned mischeefe from their infancie,
    1535If heauens had vowd, if stars had made decree,
    To shew on me their froward influence,
    If Lacie had but lovd, heauens hell and all,
    Could not haue wrongd the patience of my minde.
    Post. It grieues me damsell, but the Earle is forst
    1540To loue the Lady, by the Kings commaund.
    Margret. The wealth combinde within the English shelues,
    Europes commaunder nor the English King,
    Should not haue moude the loue of Peggie from her Lord.
    Post. What answere shall I returne to my Lord?
    1545Margret. First for thou camst from Lacie whom I lovd,
    Ah giue me leaue to sigh at euery thought,
    Take thou my freind the hundred pound he sent,
    For Margrets resolution craues no dower,
    The world shalbe to her as vanitie,
    1550Wealth trash, loue hate, pleasure dispaire,
    For I will straight to stately Fremingham,
    And in the abby there be shorne a Nun
    And yeld my loues and libertie to God,
    Fellow I giue thee this, not for the newes,
    1555For those be hatefull vnto Margret,
    But for thart Lacies man once Margrets loue.
    Post. What I haue heard what passions I haue seene
    Ile make report of them vnto the Earle. Exit Post
    Margret. Say that she ioyes his fancies be at rest,
    1560And praies that his misfortune may be hers. Exit
    Enter Frier Bacon drawing the courtaines with a white sticke,
    a booke in his hand, and a lampe lighted by him, and the
    brasen head and miles, whith weapons by him.
    Bacon. Miles where are you?
    1565Miles. Here sir.
    Bacon. How chaunce you tarry so long?
    Miles. Thinke you that the watching of the brazen head
    craues no furniture? I warrant you sir I haue so armed my selfe,
    that if all your deuills come I will not feare them an inch.
    1570Bacon. Miles thou knowest that I haue diued into hell,
    And sought the darkest pallaces of fiendes,
    That with my Magick spels great Belcephon,
    Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell,
    The rafters of the earth rent from the poles,
    1575And three-formd Luna hid her siluer looks,
    Trembling vpon her concaue contenent,
    When Bacon red vpon his Magick booke,
    With seuen yeares tossing nigromanticke charmes,
    Poring vpon darke Hecats principles,
    1580I haue framd out a monstrous head of brasse,
    That by the inchaunting forces of the deuil,
    Shall tell out strange and vncoth Aphorismes,
    And girt faire England with a wall of brasse,
    Bungay and I haue watcht these threescore dayes,
    1585And now our vitall spirites craue some rest,
    If Argos livd and had his hundred eyes,
    They could not ouerwatch Phobeters night,
    Now Miles in thee rests Frier Bacons weale,
    The honour and renowne of all his life,
    1590Hangs in the watching of this brazen-head,
    Therefore I charge thee by the immortall God
    That holds the soules of men within his fist,
    This night thou watch, for ere the morning star
    Sends out his glorious glister on the north,
    1595The head will speake, then Miles vpon thy life,
    Wake me for then by Magick art Ile worke,
    To end my seuen yeares taske with excellence,
    If that a winke but shut thy watchfull eye,
    Then farewell Bacons glory and his fame,
    1600Draw closse the courtaines Miles now for thy life,
    Be watchfull and Here he falleth asleepe.
    Miles. So, I thought you would talke your selfe a sleepe anon,
    and tis no meruaile, for Bungay on the dayes, and he on the
    nights, haue watcht Iust these ten and fifty dayes, now this is
    1605the night, and tis my taske and no more. Now Iesus blesse me
    what a goodly head it is, and a nose, you talke of nos autem glori-
    ficare, but heres a nose, that I warrant may be cald nos autem po-
    pelare for the people of the parish, well I am furnished with
    weapons, now sir I will set me downe by a post, and make it as
    1610good as a watch-man to wake me if I chaunce to slumber.
    I thought goodman head, I would call you out of your memento,
    Sit down and
    knocke
    your
    head.
    passion a God I haue almost broke my pate, Vp Miles to your
    taske, take your browne bill in your hand, heeres some of your
    maisters hobgoblins abroad. With this a great noise.
    1615The Head speakes.
    Head. Time is.
    Miles. Time is, Why maister Brazenhead haue you such a
    capitall nose, and answer you with sillables, Time is: is this all
    my maisters cunning, to spend seuen yeares studie about Time is:
    1620well sir, it may be we shall haue some better orations of it anon,
    well Ile watch you as narrowly as euer you were watcht, and Ile
    play with you as the Nightingale with the Slowworme, Ile set a
    pricke against my brest: now rest there Miles, Lord haue mercy
    vpon me, I haue almost kild my selfe: vp Miles list how they
    1625rumble
    Head. Time was.
    Miles. Well frier Bacon, you spent your seuen yeares studie
    well that can make your Head speake but two wordes at once,
    Time was: yea marie, time was when my maister was a wise man,
    1630but that was before he began to make the Brasen-head, you shall
    lie while your arce ake and your Head speake no better: well I
    will watch and walke vp and downe, and be a Perepatetian and a
    Philosopher of Aristotles stampe, what a freshe noise, take thy
    pistols in hand Miles.
    1635Heere the Head speakes and a lightning flasheth forth,
    and a hand appeares that breaketh down the
    Head with a hammer.
    Head. Time is past.
    Miles. Maister maister, vp, hels broken loose, your Head
    1640speakes, and theres such a thunder and lightning, that I warrant
    all Oxford is vp in armes, out of your bed and take a browne bill
    in your hand, the latter day is come.
    Bacon. Miles I come, oh passing warily watcht,
    Bacon will make thee next himselfe in loue,
    1645When spake the Head?
    Miles. When spake the Head, did not you say that hee
    should tell strange principles of Philosophie, why sir it speaks but
    two wordes at a time.
    Bacon. Why villaine hath it spoken oft.
    1650Miles. Oft, I marie hath it thrice: but in all those three times
    it hath vttered but seuen wordes.
    Bacon. As how.
    Miles. Marrie sir, the first time he said, Time is, as if Fabius
    cumentator should haue pronounst a sentence, he said Time was,
    1655and the third time with thunder and lightning, as in great choller,
    he said Time is past.
    Bacon. Tis past indeed, a villaine time is past,
    My life, my fame, my glorie, all are past:
    Bacon, the turrets of thy hope are ruind downe,
    1660Thy seuen yeares studie lieth in the dust:
    Thy Brazen-head lies broken through a slaue
    That watcht, and would not when the Head did will,
    What said the Head first.
    Miles. Euen sir, Time is,
    1665Bacon. Villaine if thou hadst cald to Bacon then,
    If thou hadst watcht and wakte the sleepie frier,
    The Brazen-head had vttered Aphorismes,
    And England had been circled round with brasse,
    But proud Astmeroth ruler of the North,
    1670And Demegorgon maister of the fates,
    Grudge that a mortall man should worke so much,
    Hell trembled at my deepe commanding spels,
    Fiendes frownd to see a man their ouermatch,
    Bacon might bost more than a man might boast:
    1675But now the braues of Bacon hath an end,
    Europes conceit of Bacon hath an end:
    His seuen yeares practise sorteth to ill end:
    And villaine sith my glorie hath an end,
    I will appoint thee fatall to some end,
    1680Villaine auoid, get thee from Bacons sight:
    Vagrant go rome and range about the world,
    And perish as a vagabond on earth.
    Miles. Why then sir you forbid me your seruice.
    Bacon. My seruice villaine with a fatall curse,
    1685That direfull plagues and mischiefe fall on thee.
    Miles. Tis no matter I am against you with the old prouerb,
    The more the fox is curst the better he fares: God be with you
    sir, Ile take but a booke in my hand, a wide sleeued gowne on my
    backe, and a crowned cap on my head, and see if I can want pro-
    1690motion.
    Bacon. Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy wearie steps,
    Vntill they doe transport thee quicke to hell,
    For Bacon shall haue neuer merrie day,
    To loose the fame and honour of his Head. Exit.
    1695Enter Emperour, Castile, Henrie, Ellinor, Ed-
    ward, Lacie, Raphe.
    Emper. Now louely Prince the prince of Albions wealth,
    How fares the ladie Ellinor and you:
    What haue you courted and found Castile fit,
    1700To answer England in equiuolence
    Wilt be a match twixt bonny Nell and thee.
    Edw. Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece,
    And not lie fettered in faire Hellens lookes,
    Or Phoebus scape those piercing amorits,
    1705That Daphne glaunsed at his deitie:
    Can Edward then sit by a flame and freeze,
    Whose heat puts Hellen and faire Daphne downe,
    Now Monarcks aske the ladie if we gree.
    Hen. What madam hath my son found grace or no.
    1710Ellinor. Seeing my lord his louely counterfeit,
    And hearing how his minde and shape agreed,
    I come not troopt with all this warlike traine,
    Doubting of loue, but so effectionat
    As Edward hath in England what he wonne in Spaine.
    1715Castile. A match my lord, these wantons needes must loue,
    Men must haue wiues and women will be wed,
    Lets hast the day to honour vp the rites.
    Raphe. Sirha Harry, shall Ned marry Nell.
    Henry. I Raphe, how then.
    1720Raphe. Marrie Harrie follow my counsaile, send for frier Ba-
    con to marrie them, for heele so coniure him and her with his
    Nigromancie, that they shall loue togither like pigge and lambe
    whilest they liue.
    Castile. But hearst thou Raphe, art thou content to haue El-
    1725linor to thy ladie.
    Raphe. I so she will promise me two things.
    Castile.Whats that Raphe.
    Raphe. That she will neuer scold with Ned nor fight with
    me, Sirha Harry I haue put her downe with a thing vnpossible.
    1730Henry. Whats that Raphe.
    Raphe. Why Harrie didst thou euer see that a woman could
    both hold her tongue and her handes, no but when egge-pies
    growes on apple-trees, then will thy gray mare prooue a bag-
    piper.
    1735Emperour. What saies the lord of Castile and the earle of
    Lincolne, that they are in such earnest and secret talke.
    Castile. I stand my lord amazed at his talke
    How he discourseth of the constancie,
    Of one surnam'd fot beauties excellence,
    1740The fair maid of merrie Fresingfield.
    Henrie. Tis true my lord, tis wondrous for to heare,
    Her beautie passing Marces parramour:
    Her virgins right as rich as Vestas was,
    Lacie and Ned hath told me miracles.
    1745Castile. What saies lord Lacie, shall she be his wife,
    Lacie. Or els lord Lacie is vnfit to liue,
    May it please your highnesse giue me leaue to post
    To Fresingfield Ile fetch the bonny girle,
    And prooue in true apparance at the court
    1750What I haue vouched often with my tongue.
    Henrie. Lacie, go to the quirie of my stable,
    And take such coursers as shall fit thy turne,
    Hie thee to Fresingfield and bring home the lasse,
    And for her fame flies through the English coast,
    1755If it may please the ladie Ellinor,
    One day shall match your excellence and her,
    Ellinor. We Castile ladies are not very coy,
    Your highnesse may command a greater boone,
    And glad were I to grace the Lincolne earle
    1760With being partner of his marriage day.
    Edward. Gramercie Nell for I do loue the lord,
    As he thats second to my selfe in loue.
    Raphe. You loue her, madam Nell, neuer beleeue him you
    though he sweares he loues you.
    1765Ellinor. Why Raphe.
    Raphe. Why his loue is like vnto a tapsters glasse that is bro-
    ken with euery tutch, for he loued the faire maid of Fresingfield
    once out of all hoe, nay Ned neuer wincke vpon me, I care not I.
    Hen. Raphe tels all, you shall haue a good secretarie of him,
    1770But Lacie haste thee post to Fresingfield:
    Eor ere thou hast fitted all things for her state,
    The solemne marriage day will be at hand.
    Lacie. I go my lord. Exit Lacie.
    Emperour. How shall we passe this day my lord.
    1775Henrie. To horse my lord, the day is passing faire,
    Weele flie the partridge or go rouse the deere,
    Follow my lords, you shall not want for sport.
    Exeunt.
    Enter frier Bacon with frier Bungay to his cell.
    1780Bungay. What meanes the frier that frolickt it of late,
    To sit as melancholie in his cell:
    To sit as melancholie in his cell,
    As if he had neither lost nor wonne to day.
    Bacon. Ah Bungay my Brazen-head is spold,
    1785My glorie gone, my seuen yeares studie lost:
    The fame of Bacon bruted through the world,
    Shall end and perish with this deepe disgrace.
    Bungay. Bacon hath built foundation on his fame,
    So surely on the wings of true report,
    1790With acting strange and vncoth miracles,
    As this cannot infringe what he deserues.
    Bacon. Bungay sit down, for by prospectiue skill,
    I find this day shall fall out ominous,
    Some deadly act shall tide me ere I sleepe:
    1795But what and wherein little can I gesse.
    Bungay. My minde is heauy what so ere shall hap.
    Enter two schollers, sonnes to Lambert and Serlby.
    Knocke.
    Bacon. Whose that knockes.
    1800Bungay. Two schollers that desires to speake with you.
    Bac. Bid thẽ come in, Now my youths what would you haue.
    1. Sholler. Sir we are Suffolke men and neighbouring friends,
    Our fathers in their countries lustie squires,
    Their lands adioyne, in Crackfield mine doth dwell,
    1805And his in Laxfield, we are colledge mates,
    Sworne brothers as our fathers liues as friendes.
    Bacon. To what end is all this.
    2. Scholler. Hearing your worship kept within your cell
    A glasse prospectiue wherin men might see,
    1810What so their thoughts or hearts desire could wish,
    We come to know how that our fathers fare.
    Bacon. My glasse is free for euery honest man,
    Sit downe and you shall see ere long,
    How or in what state your friendly father liues,
    1815Meane while tell me your names.
    Lambert. Mine Lambert.
    2. Scholler. And mine Serlsbie.
    Bacon. Bungay, I smell there will be a tragedie.
    Enter Lambert and Serlsbie, with Rapiers and daggers.
    1820Lambert. Serlsby thou hast kept thine houre like a man,
    Th'art worthie of the title of a squire:
    That durst for proofe of thy affection,
    And for thy mistresse fauour prize thy bloud,
    Thou knowst what words did passe at Fresingfield,
    1825Such shamelesse braues as manhood cannot brooke:
    I for I skorne to beare such piercing taunts,
    Prepare thee Serlsbie one of vs will die.
    Serlsbie. Thou seest I single thee the field,
    And what I spake, Ile maintaine with my sword.
    1830Stand on thy guard I cannot scold it out.
    And if thou kill me, thinke I haue a sonne,
    That liues in Oxford in the Brodgates hall,
    Who will reuenge his fathers bloud with bloud.
    Lambert. And Serlsbie I haue there a lusty boy,
    1835That dares at weapon buckle with thy sonne,
    And liues in Broadgates too as well as thine,
    But draw thy Rapier for weele haue a bout.
    Bacon. Now lustie yonkers looke within the glasse,
    And tell me if you can discerne your sires.
    18401. Scol. Serlsbie tis hard, thy father offers wrong,
    To combat with my father in the field.
    2. Schol. Lambert thou liest, my fathers is the abuse,
    And thou shalt find it, if my father harme.
    Bungay. How goes it sirs.
    18451. Scholler. Our fathers are in combat hard by Fresingfield.
    Bacon. Sit still my friendes and see the euent.
    Lambert. Why standst thou Serlsbie doubtst thou of thy life,
    A venie man, faire Margret craues so much.
    Serlbie. Then this for her.
    18501. Scholler. Ah well thrust.
    2. Scholler. But marke the ward.
    They fight and kill ech other.
    Lambert. Oh I am slaine.
    Serlbie. And I, Lord haue mercie on me.
    18551. Scholler. My father slaine, Serlby ward that.
    The two schollers stab on another.
    2. Scholler. And so is mine Lambert, Ile quite thee well.
    Bungay. O strange strattagem.
    Bacon. See Frier where the fathers both lie dead.
    1860Bacon thy magicke doth effect this massacre:
    This glasse prospectiue worketh manie woes,
    And therefore seeing these braue lustie brutes,
    These friendly youths did perish by thine art,
    End all thy magicke and thine art at once:
    1865The poniard that did end the fatall liues,
    Shall breake the cause efficiat of their woes,
    So fade the glasse, and end with it the showes,
    That Nigromancie did infuse the christall with.
    He breakes the glasse.
    1870Bung. What means learned Bacon thus to breake his glasse.
    Bacon. I tell thee Bungay it repents me sore,
    That euer Bacon medled in this art,
    The houres I haue spent in piromanticke spels,
    The fearefull tossing in the latest night,
    1875Of papers full of Nigromanticke charmes,
    Coniuring and adiuring diuels and fiends,
    With stole and albe and strange Pentaganon,
    The wresting of the holy name of God,
    As Sother, Elaim, and Adonaie,
    1880Alpha, Manoth, and Tetragramiton,
    With praying to the fiue-fould powers of heauen,
    Are instances that Bacon must be damde,
    For vsing diuels to counteruaile his God.
    Yet Bacon cheere thee, drowne not in despaire,
    1885Sinnes haue their salues repentance can do much,
    Thinke mercie sits where Iustice holds her seate,
    And from those wounds those bloudie Iews did pierce
    Which by thy magicke oft did bleed a fresh,
    From thence for thee the dew of mercy drops,
    1890To wash the wrath of hie Iehouahs ire,
    And make thee as a new borne babe from sinne,
    Bungay Ile spend the remnant of my life
    In pure deuotion praying to my God,
    That he would saue what Bacon vainly lost. Exit.
    1895Enter Margret in Nuns apparrell, Keeper, her father,
    and their friend.
    Keep. Margret be not so headstrong in these vows,
    Oh burie not such beautie in a cell:
    That England hath held famous for the hue,
    1900Thy fathers haire like to the siluer bloomes:
    That beautifie the shrubs of Affrica
    Shall fall before the dated time of death,
    Thus to forgoe his louely Margret.
    Margret. A father when the hermonie of heauen,
    1905soundeth the measures of a liuely faith:
    The vaine Illusions of this flattering world,
    Seemes odious to the thoughts of Margret,
    I loued once, lord Lacie was my loue,
    And now I hate my selfe for that I lovd,
    1910And doated more on him than on my God:
    For this I scourge my selfe with sharpe repents,
    But now the touch of such aspiring sinnes
    Tels me all loue is lust but loue of heauens:
    That beautie vsde for loue is vanitie,
    1915The world containes nought but alluring baites:
    Pride, flatterie, and inconstant thoughts,
    To shun the pricks of death I leaue the world,
    And vow to meditate on heauenly blisse,
    To liue in Framingham a holy Nunne,
    1920Holy and pure in conscience and in deed:
    And for to wish all maides to learne of me,
    To seeke heauens ioy before earths vanitie.
    Friend. And will you then Margret be shorn a Nunne, and so
    leaue vs all.
    1925Margret. Now farewell world the engin of all woe,
    Farewell to friends and father, welcome Christ:
    Adew to daintie robes, this base attire
    Better befits an humble minde to God,
    Than all the shew of rich abilliments,
    1930Loue, oh Loue, and with fond Loue farewell,
    Sweet Lacie whom I loued once so deere,
    Euer be well, but neuer in my thoughts,
    Least I offend to thinke on Lacies loue:
    But euen to that as to the rest farewell.
    1935Enter Lacie, Warrain, Ermsbie, booted and spurd.
    Lacie. Come on my wags weere neere the keepers lodge,
    Heere haue I oft walkt in the watrie Meades,
    And chatted with my louely Margret.
    VVarraine. Sirha Ned, is not this the keeper.
    1940Lacie. Tis the same.
    Ermsbie. The old lecher hath gotton holy mutton to him
    a Nunne my lord.
    Lacie. Keeper how farest thou holla man, what cheere,
    How doth Peggie thy daughter and my loue.
    1945Keeper. Ah good my lord, oh wo is me for Pegge,
    See where she stands clad in her Nunnes attire,
    Readie for to be shorne in Framingham:
    She leaues the world because she left your loue,
    Oh good my lord perswade her if you can.
    1950Lacie. Why how now Margret, what a malecontent,
    A Nunne, what holy father taught you this,
    To taske your selfe to such a tedious life,
    As die a maid, twere iniurie to me.
    To smother vp such bewtie in a cell.
    1955Margret. Lord Lacie thinking of thy former misse,
    How fond the prime of wanton yeares were spent
    In loue, Oh fie vppon that fond conceite,
    Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye,
    I leaue both loue and loues content at once,
    1960Betaking me to him that is true loue,
    And leauing all the world for loue of him.
    Lacie. Whence Peggie comes this Metamorphosis,
    What shorne a Nun, and I haue from the court,
    Posted with coursers to conuaie thee hence,
    1965To Windsore, where our Mariage shalbe kept,
    Thy wedding robes are in the tailors hands,
    Come Peggy leaue these peremptorie vowes.
    Margret. Did not my lord resigne his interest,
    And make diuorce twixt Margret and him?
    1970Lacy. Twas but to try sweete Peggies constancie,
    But will faire Margret leaue her loue and Lord?
    Margret. Is not heauens ioy before earths fading blisse,
    And life aboue sweeter than life in loue,
    Lacie. Why then Margret will be shorne a Nun,
    1975Marg. Margret hath made a vow which may not be reuokt.
    Warraine. We cannot stay my Lord, and if she be so strict,
    Our leisure graunts vs not to woo a fresh.
    Ermsby. Choose you faire damsell, yet the choise is yours,
    Either a solemne Nunnerie, or the court,
    1980God, or Lord Lacie, weich contents you best,
    To be a Nun, or els Lord Lacies wife.
    Lacie. A good motion, Peggie your answere must be short.
    Margret. The flesh is frayle, my Lord dothe know it well,
    That when he comes with his inchanting face,
    1985What so ere betyde I cannot say him nay,
    Off goes the habite of a maidens heart,
    And seeing Fortune will, faire Fremingham,
    And all the shew of holy Nuns farewell,
    Lacie for me, if he wilbe my lord.
    1990Lacie. Peggie thy Lord, thy loue, thy husband,
    Trust me, by truth of knighthood, that the King
    Staies for to marry matchles Ellinour,
    Vntil I bring thee richly to the court,
    That one day may both marry her and thee,
    1995How saist thou Keeper art thou glad of this?
    Keeper. As if the English King had giuen
    The parke and deere of Frisingfield to me.
    Erms. I pray thee my Lord of Sussex why art thou in a broune
    study?
    2000Warraine. To see the nature of women, that be they neuer so
    neare God, yet they loue to die in a mans armes.
    Lacie. What haue you fit for breakefast? we haue hied and
    posted all this night to Frisingfield.
    Margret. Butter and cheese and humbls of a Deere,
    2005Such as poore Keepers haue within their lodge.
    Lacie. And not a bottle of wine?
    Margret. Weele find one for my Lord.
    Lacie. Come Sussex lets in, we shall haue more, for she speaks
    least, to hold her promise sure. Exeunt.
    2010Enter a denill to seeke Miles.
    Deuill. How restles are the ghosts of hellish spirites,
    When euerie charmer with his Magick spels
    Cals vs from nine-fold trenched Blegiton,
    To scud and ouer-scoure the earth in post,
    2015Vpon the speedie wings of swiftest winds,
    Now Bacon hath raisd me from the darkest deepe,
    To search about the world for Miles his man,
    For Miles, and to torment his lasie bones,
    For careles watchidg of his Brasen head,
    2020See where he comes, Oh he is mine.
    Enter Miles with a gowne and a corner
    cap.
    Miles. A scholler quoth you, marry sir I would I had bene made
    a botlemaker when I was made a scholler, for I can get neither to
    2025be a Deacon, Reader, nor Schoolemaister, no, not the clarke of
    a parish, some call me a dunce, another saith my head is as full of
    Latine as an egs full of oatemeale, thus I am tormented that the
    deuil and Frier Bacon, haunts me, good Lord heers one of my
    maisters deuils, Ile goe speake to him, what maister Plutus,
    2030how chere you?
    Deuill. Doost thou know me?
    Miles. Know you sir, why are not you one of my maisters
    deuils, that were wont to come to my maister Doctor Bacon, at
    Brazen-nose?
    2035Deuil. Yes marry am I.
    Miles. Good Lord M. Plutus I haue seene you a thousand
    times at my maisters and yet I had neuer the manners to make
    you drinke, but sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to
    the statute, I warrant you hees as yeomanly a man, as you shall see,
    2040marke you maisters, heers a plaine honest man, without welt or
    garde, but I pray you sir do you come lately from hel?
    Deuil. I marry how then,
    Miles. Faith tis a place I haue desired long to see, haue you not
    good tipling houses there, may not a man haue a lustie fier there,
    2045a pot of good ale, a paire of cardes, a swinging peece of chalke,
    and a browne toast that will clap a white wastcoat on a cup
    of good drinke?
    Deuil. All this you may haue there.
    Miles. You are for me freinde, and I am for you, but I pray
    2050you, may I not haue an office there?
    Deuil. Yes a thousand, what wouldst thou be?
    Miles. By my troth sir in a place where I may profit my
    selfe, I know hel is a hot place, and men are meruailous drie, and
    much drinke is spent there, I would be a tapster.
    2055Deuil. Thou shalt.
    Miles, Theres nothing lets me from going with you, but
    that tis a long iourney, an I haue neuer a horse.
    Deuil. Thou shalt ride on my backe.
    Miles. Now surely hers a courteous deuil, that for to plea-
    2060sure his friende wil not stick to make a iade of himselfe, but I pray
    you goodman friend let me moue a question to you.
    Deuil. Whats that?
    Miles. I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble?
    Deuil. An amble.
    2065Miles. Tis well, but take heede it be not a trot,
    But tis no matter Ile preuent it.
    Deuil. What doost?
    Miles. Marry friend I put on my spurs, for if I find your pace
    either a trot or els vneasie, Ile put you to a false gallop, Ile make
    2070you feele the benefit of my spurs.
    Deuil. Get vp vpon my back.
    Miles. Oh Lord heres euen a goodly meruaile, when a man
    rides to hell on the Deuils backe. Exeunt roring.
    Enter the Emperour with a pointles sword, next the King of
    2075 Castile, carrying a sword with a point, Lacie carying the
    globe Ed. Warr. carrying a rod of gold with a doue on it,
    Ermsby with a crowne and Scepter, The queene with the
    faire maide of Frisingfield on her left hand, Henry, Bacon
    with other Lords attending.
    2080Edward. Great potentates earths miracles for state,
    Thinke that prince Edward humbles at your feet,
    And for these fauours on his martiall sword,
    He vowes perpetuall homage to your selues,
    Yeelding these honours vnto Ellinour.
    2085Henrie. Gramercies Lordlings, old Plantagenet,
    That rules and swayes the Albion diademe,
    With teares discouers these conceaued ioyes,
    And vowes requitall, if his men at armes,
    The wealth of England, or due honours done
    2090To Ellinour, may quite his fauorites.
    But all this while what say you to the Dames,
    That shine like to the cristall lampes of heauen?
    Emperour. If but a third were added to these two
    They did surpasse those gorgeous images,
    2095That gloried Ida with rich beauties wealth.
    Margret. Tis I my lords who humbly on my knee,
    Must yelde her orisons to mightie Ioue,
    For lifting vp his handmaide to this state,
    Brought from her homely cottage to the court,
    2100And graste with Kings Princes and Emperours,
    To whom (next to the noble Lincolne Earle)
    I vowe obedience, and such humble loue,
    As may a handmaid to such mightie men.
    Ellinour. Thou martiall man that wears the Almaine crowne,
    2105And you the westerne Potentates of might,
    The Albian Princesse, English Edwards wife,
    Prowde that the louely star of Frisingfield,
    Faire Margret, Countesse to the Lincolne Earle,
    Attendes on Ellinour, gramercies Lord for her,
    2110Tis I giue thanks for Margret to you all,
    And rest for her due bounden to your selues.
    Henrie. Seeing the marriage is solemnised,
    Lets martch in triumph to the royall feast,
    But why stands Frier Bacon here so mute?
    2115Bacon. Repentant for the follies of my youth,
    That Magicks secreat misteries misled,
    And ioyfull that this roiall marriage,
    Portendes such blisse vnto this matchles realme.
    Hen. Why Bacon what straunge euẽt shall happẽ to this land
    2120Or what shall grow from Edward and his Queene.
    Bacon. I find by deepe praescience of mine art,
    Which once I tempred in my secreat cell,
    That here where Brute did build his Troynouant,
    From forth the royall garden of a King,
    2125Shall flowrish out, so rich and faire a bud,
    Whose brightnesse shall deface proude Phoebus flowre,
    And ouer-shadow Albion with her leaues.
    Til then, Mars shall be maister of the field,
    But then the stormie threats of wars shall cease,
    2130The horse shall stampe as careles of the pike,
    Drums shallbe turnd to timbrells of delight,
    With wealthy fauours, plentie shall enrich,
    The strond that gladded wandring Brute to see,
    And peace from heauen shall harbour in these leaues,
    2135That gorgeous beautifies this matchles flower,
    Appollos Hellitropian then shall stoope,
    And Venus hyacinth shall vaile her top,
    Iuno shall shut her Gilliflowers vp,
    And Pallace bay shall bash her brightest greene,
    2140Ceres carnation in consort with those,
    Shall stoope and wonder at Dianas rose.
    Henrie. This Prophesie is mysticall,
    But glorious commaunders of Europas loue,
    That makes faire England like that wealthy Ile,
    2145Circled with Gihen, and first Euphrates,
    In royallising Henries Albion,
    With presence of your princelie mightines,
    Lets march, the tables all are spread,
    And viands such as Englands wealth affoords,
    2150Are ready set to furnish out the boords,
    You shall haue welcome mighty potentates,
    It rests to furnish vp this royall feast,
    Only your hearts be frolick for the time,
    Craues that we tast of nought but iouysaunce,
    2155Thus glories England ouer all the west. Exeunt omnes.
    Finis Frier Bacon, made by Robert Greene,
    Maister of Arts.
    Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit vtile dulci.
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