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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.
    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.