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- Edition: Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay
Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay (Quarto)
- Introduction
- Texts of this edition
- Contextual materials
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- The Famous History of Friar Bacon
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- Inventions or Devices Very Necessary for all Generals and Captains or Leaders of Men
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- A Book of Magic, with Instructions for Invoking Spirits
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- A Geometrical Practice named Pantometria
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- Autobiographical Tracts of Dr. John Dee
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- The Vanity of the Eye
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- The Comical History of Alphonsus King of Aragon
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THE HONOVRABLE
Historie of Frier Bacon.
1Enter, Edward the first malcontented with Lacy earle of Lin-
2 colne, Iohn Warren earle of Sussex, and Ermsbie gentle-
3 man: Raph Simnell the kings foole.
4Lacie.
5WHY lookes my lord like to a troubled skie,
7Alate we ran the deere and through the Lawndes
8Stript with our nagges the loftie frolicke bucks,
11So lustily puld down by iolly mates,
13So franckly dealt this hundred yeares before:
14Nor haue I seene my lord more frolicke in the chace,
15And now changde to a melancholie dumpe.
16Warren. After the Prince got to the keepers lodge
17And had been iocand in the house a while:
18Tossing of ale and milke in countrie cannes,
19Whether it was the countries sweete content:
25Shall he thus all amort liue malecontent.
27to me.
29Raphe. I pree thee tell me Ned, art thou in loue with the
30keepers daughter?
31Edward. How if I be, what then?
33Edward. How Raphe.
35my coat, and my dagger, and I will put on thy clothes, and thy
37Edward. And what of this?
39proud scab, that he will neuer meddle with fooles nor children, Is
40not Raphes counsell good Ned.
42How liuely in her country weedes she lookt:
43A bonier wench all Suffolke cannot yeeld,
45Raphe. Sirha, Will Ermsby, Ned is deceiued.
46Ermsbie. Why Raphe?
50Raphe. Why is not the Abbot a learned man, and hath red
51many bookes, and thinkest thou he hath not more learning than
52thou to choose a bonny wench, yes I warrant thee by his whole
53grammer.
58Of such as gaze vpon her golden haire,
59Her bashfull white mixt with the mornings red,
60Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes,
61Her front is beauties table where she paints,
62The glories of her gorgious excellence:
63Her teeth are shelues of pretious Margarites,
64Richly enclosed with ruddie curroll cleues.
69But in the court be quainter dames than she,
70Whose faces are enricht with honours taint,
72And vaunt their trophies in the courts of loue.
75Their courtly coinesse were but foolery.
76Ermsbie. Why how watcht you her my lord?
79Into the Milkhouse went I with the maid,
82She turnd her smocke ouer her Lilly armes,
83And diued them into milke to run her cheese:
84But whiter than the milke her christall skin,
85Checked with lines of Azur made her blush,
86That art or nature durst bring for compare,
88How bewtie plaid the huswife, how this girle
89Like Lucrece laid her fingers to the worke,
90Thou wouldest with Tarquine hazard Roome and all
93Edward. I Raphe.
94Raphe. Why Ned I haue laid the plot in my head thou
95shalt haue her alreadie.
96Edward. Ile giue thee a new coat and learne me that.
99that he can make women of deuils, and hee can iuggle cats into
100Costermongers.
101Edward. And how then Raphe?
112Ermsbie. Excellent pollicie.
116night when you go to bed, then being turnd from a smocke to a
117man, you may make vp the match.
120Raphe. God thanke you when I haue it on my backe Ned,
122For why our countrie Margret is so coy,
124That marriage or no market with the mayd:
126And charmes of art that must inchaine her loue,
128Therefore my wags weele horse vs in the morne,
129And post to Oxford to this iolly Frier,
130Bacon shall by his magicke doe this deed.
133Edward. I am vnknowne, not taken for the Prince,
134They onely deeme vs frolicke Courtiers,
135That reuell thus among our lieges game:
136Therefore I haue deuised a pollicie,
137Lacie, thou knowst next friday is S. Iames,
139Then will the keepers daughter frolicke there,
140And ouer-shine the troupe of all the maids,
143Fain thart a farmers sonne, not far from thence,
145Coat him, and court her to controll the clowne,
146Say that the Courtier tyred all in greene,
150Buy some thing worthie of her parentage,
151Not worth her beautie for Lacie then the faire,
154Oh then she loues, but if her cheekes waxe pale,
158As if that Lacie were in loue with her.
161on of fine bels.
162Lacie. What wilt thou doe with them Raphe?
164daughter, Ile tie a bell about him, and so within three or foure
166maister Ned is become Loues morris dance.
167Edward. Well Lacie, looke with care vnto thy charge,
168And I will hast to Oxford to the Frier,
169That he by art, and thou by secret gifts,