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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
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    Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Quarto)

    The honourable historie of Frier Bacon.
    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.