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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.
    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.

    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: