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The honorable historie of frier Bacon, and frier Bongay As it was plaid by her Maiesties seruants. Made by Robert Greene Master of Arts.; Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay
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Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.
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disguisd among the countrie swaines Fain th art a farmers sonne not far from thence Espie her loues and who she liketh best Coat him and court her to controll the clowne Say that the Courtier tyred all in greene That helpt her handsomly to run her cheese And fild her fathers lodge with venison Commends him and sends fairings to herselfe Buy some thing worthie of her parentage Not worth her beautie for Lacie then the faire Affoordâ— no Iewell fitting for the mayd And when thou talkest of me note if she blush Oh then shâ— loues but if her cheekes waxe pale Disdaine it is Lâ—cie send how she fares And spare no time nor cost to win her loues Lacie I will my lord so execute this charge As if that Lacie were in loue with her Edward Send letters speedily to Oxford of the newes Rapâ—e And sirha Lacie buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bels Lacie What wilt thou doâ— with them Raphe â—aphâ— Mary euery time that Ned sighs for the keepers daughter I le tie a bell about him and so within three or foure daies I will send word to hiâ— father Harry that his sonne and my maister Ned is become Loues morris dance Edward Well Lacie â—ooke with care vnto thy charge And I will hast to Oxford to the Frier That he by art and thou by secret gifts Maist make me lord of merrie Fresingfield Lacie God send your honour your harts desire Exeunt Enter frier Bacon with Miles his poore scholer with bookes vndâ—r his arme with them Burden Mason Clement three doctors Bacon Miles where are you Miles Hiâ— sum dosâ—issime reuerendissime doctor Bacon Attuliâ—â—inâ—s librâ—s mâ—â—s de Necromantia Miles Ecce quam boâ—um quam iâ—cundum habitares librâ—s inâ—num Bacon Now maisters of our Academicke state That rule in Oxford Vizroies in your place Whose heads containe Maps of the liberall arts Spending your time in deapth of learned skill Why flocke you thus to Bacons secret Cell A Fâ—ier newly stalde in 〈◊〉 Say what 's your mind that I may make replie Burden Bacon we hear that long we haue â—â—spect That thou art read in Magicks mysâ—erie In Piromancie to diuine by flames To tell by Hadromaticke ebbes and tides By Aeromancie to discouer doubts To plaine out questions as Apollo did Bacon Well maister Bâ—â—den what of all this Miles Marie â—ir he doth but fulfill by rehearsing of thesâ— names the Fable of the Fox and the gâ—â—pes that which is abouâ— vs pertains nothing to vs. Burden I tell thee Bacon Oxford makes report Nay England and the court of Henrie saies Th art making of a brazen head by art Which shall vnfold strangâ— doubts and Aphorismeâ— And read a lecture in Philosophie And by the helpe of Diuels and ghastly fiends Thou meanst ere many yeares or daies be past To compasse England with a wall of brasse Bacon And what of this Miles What of this maister why he doth speak mystically for he knowes if your skill faile to make a brazen head yet mother waters strong ale will â—it his turne to make him haue a coppernose Clement Bacon we come not greeuing at thy skill But ioieng that our Academiâ— yeelds A man supposde the woonder of the world For if thy cunning worke these myracles England and Europe shall admire thy fame And Oxford shall in characters of brasse And statues such as were built vp in Rome Eternize Frier Bacon for his art Mason Then gentle Frier tell vs thy intent Bacon Seeing you come as friends vnto the frier Resolue you doctors Bacon can by bookes Make storming Boreas thunder from his caue And dimme faire Luna to a darke Eclipse The great arch-ruler potentate of hell Trembles when Bacon bids him or his fiends Bow to the force of his Pentageron What art can worke the frolicke frier knowes And therefore will I turne my Magicke bookes And straine out Nigromancie to the deepe I haue contrivd and framde a head of brasâ—e I made Belcephon hammer â—ut the stuffe And that by art shall read Philosophie And I will strengthen England by my skill That if ten Caesars livd and raigâ—d in Rome With all the legions Europe doth containe They should not touch a grasse of English ground The worke that Ninus reard at Babylon The brazen walles framde by Semiramis Carued out like to the portall of the sunne Shall not be such as rings the English stâ—ond From Douer to the market place of Riâ— Burden Is this possible Miles I le bring ye to or three witnesses Burden What be those Miles Marry â—ir three or foure as honest diuels and good companions as any be in hell Mason No doubt but magicke may doe much in this For he that reades but Mathematicke rules Shall finde conclusions that auaile to worke Wonderâ— that passe the common sense of men Burden But Bacon roues a bow beyond his reach And tels of more than magicke can performe Thinking to get a fame by fooleries Haue I not past as farre instate of schooles And red of many secrets yet to thinke That heads oâ— Brasse can vtter any voice Or more to tell of deâ—pe philosophie This is a fable Aesâ—â— had forgot Bacon Burdenâ— thou wrongst me in detracting thus Bacon loues not to stuffe himselfe with lies But tell me fore these Doctors if thou dare Of certaine questions I shall moue to thee Burden I will aske what thou can Miles Marrie siâ— hee le straight be on your pickpacke to knowe whether the feminine or the masculin gender be most worthie Bacon Were you not yesterday maister Burden at Henly vpon the Thembs Burden I was what then Bacon What booke studied you there on all night Burden I none at all I red not there a liâ—e Bacon Then doctors Frier Bacons art knowes nought Clement What say you to this maister Burden doth hee not touch you Burden I passe not of his friuolous speeches Miles Nay maister Burden my maister ere hee hath done with you will turne you from a doctor to a dunce and shake you so small that he will leaue no more learning in you than is in Baâ—aams Asse Bacon Maisters for that learned Burdens skill is deepe And sore he doubts of Bacons Cabalisme I le shew you why he haunts to Henly oft Not doctors for to tast the fragrant aire But there to spend the night in Alcumie To multiplie with secret spels of art Thus priuat steales he learning from vs all To prooue my sayings true I le shew you straight The booke he keâ—pes at Henly for himselfe Miles Nay now my maister goes to coniuration take heede Bacon Maisters stand still feare not I le shewâ— you but his booke â—eere he coniures Peâ— omnes deos infernales Belcephon Enter a woman with a shoulder of mutton on a spit and a Deuill Miles Oh maister cease your coniuration or you spoile all for heere 's a shee dâ—uell câ—me with a shoulder of mutton oâ—â—spit you haue mard the diuels supper but no