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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.
    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.
    Marg.