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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.
    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,