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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)

    2010Enter a denill to seeke Miles.
    Deuill. How restles are the ghosts of hellish spirites,
    When euerie charmer with his Magick spels
    Cals vs from nine-fold trenched Blegiton,
    To scud and ouer-scoure the earth in post,
    2015Vpon the speedie wings of swiftest winds,
    Now Bacon hath raisd me from the darkest deepe,
    To search about the world for Miles his man,
    For Miles, and to torment his lasie bones,
    For careles watchidg of his Brasen head,
    2020See where he comes, Oh he is mine.
    Enter Miles with a gowne and a corner
    Miles. A scholler quoth you, marry sir I would I had bene made
    a botlemaker when I was made a scholler, for I can get neither to
    2025be a Deacon, Reader, nor Schoolemaister, no, not the clarke of
    a parish, some call me a dunce, another saith my head is as full of
    Latine as an egs full of oatemeale, thus I am tormented that the
    deuil and Frier Bacon, haunts me, good Lord heers one of my
    maisters deuils, Ile goe speake to him, what maister Plutus,
    2030how chere you?
    Deuill. Doost thou know me?
    Miles. Know you sir, why are not you one of my maisters
    deuils, that were wont to come to my maister Doctor Bacon, at
    2035Deuil. Yes marry am I.
    Miles. Good Lord M. Plutus I haue seene you a thousand
    times at my maisters and yet I had neuer the manners to make
    you drinke, but sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to
    the statute, I warrant you hees as yeomanly a man, as you shall see,
    2040marke you maisters, heers a plaine honest man, without welt or
    garde, but I pray you sir do you come lately from hel?
    Deuil. I marry how then,
    Miles. Faith tis a place I haue desired long to see, haue you not
    good tipling houses there, may not a man haue a lustie fier there,
    2045a pot of good ale, a paire of cardes, a swinging peece of chalke,
    and a browne toast that will clap a white wastcoat on a cup
    of good drinke?
    Deuil. All this you may haue there.
    Miles. You are for me freinde, and I am for you, but I pray
    2050you, may I not haue an office there?
    Deuil. Yes a thousand, what wouldst thou be?
    Miles. By my troth sir in a place where I may profit my
    selfe, I know hel is a hot place, and men are meruailous drie, and
    much drinke is spent there, I would be a tapster.
    2055Deuil. Thou shalt.
    Miles, Theres nothing lets me from going with you, but
    that tis a long iourney, an I haue neuer a horse.
    Deuil. Thou shalt ride on my backe.
    Miles. Now surely hers a courteous deuil, that for to plea-
    2060sure his friende wil not stick to make a iade of himselfe, but I pray
    you goodman friend let me moue a question to you.
    Deuil. Whats that?
    Miles. I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble?
    Deuil. An amble.
    2065Miles. Tis well, but take heede it be not a trot,
    But tis no matter Ile preuent it.
    Deuil. What doost?
    Miles. Marry friend I put on my spurs, for if I find your pace
    either a trot or els vneasie, Ile put you to a false gallop, Ile make
    2070you feele the benefit of my spurs.
    Deuil. Get vp vpon my back.
    Miles. Oh Lord heres euen a goodly meruaile, when a man
    rides to hell on the Deuils backe. Exeunt roring.