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The honorable historie of Frier Bacon, and Frier Bongay As it was lately plaid by the Prince Palatine his 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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thence Espie her loues and who she liketh best Coat him and court her to controle 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 her selfe Buy something worthy of her parentage Not worth her beauty for Lacie then the Faire Affords no Iewell fitting for the mayd And when thou talkest of me note if she blush Oh then she loues but if her cheekes waxe pale Disdaine it is Lacie 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 Raphe And sirra Lacie buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bells Lacie What wilt thou doe with them Raphe Raphe Mary euery time that Ned sighs for the Keepers daughter I le tye a bell about him so within three or foure dayes I will send word to his father Harry that his sonne and my master Ned is become Loues Morris dance Edward Well Lacie looke with care vnto thy charge And I will haste to Oxford to the Fryer That he by Art and thou by secret gifts Maist make me Lord of merry Fresingfield Lacie God send your Honour your hearts desire Exeunt Enter Fryer Bacon with Miles his poore scholer with bookes vnder his arme with them Burden Mason Clement three Doctors Bacon Miles where are you Miles Hic sum doctissime reuerendissime Doctor Bacon Attulisti nos libros meos de Necromantia Miles Ecce quam bonum quam incundum habitare libros in vnum Bacon Now Masters of our Academick State That rule in Oxford Vice-roies in your place Whose heads containe Maps of the liberall Arts Spending your time in depth of learned skill Why flocke you thus to Bacons secret Cell A Fryer newly stalde in Brazennose Say what 's your minde that I may make reply Burden Bacon we heare that song we haue suspect That thou art read in Magicks mystery In Piromancy to diuine by flames To tell by Hadromaticke ebbes and tides By Aeromancy to discouer doubts To plaine out questions as Apollo did Bacon Well Master Burden what of all this Miles Mary sir he doth but fulfill by rehearsing of these names the Fable of the Fox the Grapes that which is aboue vs pertaines nothing to vs Burden I tell thee Bacon Oxford makes report Nay England and the Court of Henry sayes Th art making of a brazen head by Art Which shall vnfold strange doubts and Aphorismes And read a Lecture in Philosophy And by the helpe of Deuils and ghastly fiends Thou meanst ere many yeeres or dayes be past To compasse England with a wall of brasse Bacon And what of this Miles What of this Master why he doth speake mystically for he knowes if your skill faile to make a brazen head yet Mother Waters strong Ale will fit his turne to make him haue a copper nose Clement Bacon we come not greeuing at thy skill But ioying that our Academy yeelds A man suppos'd the wonder of the world For if thy cunning worke these miracles England and Europe shall admire thy fame And Oxford shall in characters of brasse And statues such as were built vp in Rome Eternize Fryer Bacon for his Art Mason Then gentle Fryer tell vs thy intent Bacon Seeing you come as friends vnto the Fryer 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 Fryer knowes And therefore will I turne my Magicke bookes And straine out Nigromancie to the deepe I haue contriu'd and fram'd a head of brasse I made Belcephon hammer out the stuffe And that by Art shall read Philosophy And I will strengthen England by my skill That if ten Caesars liu'd and raign'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 walls fram'd by Semiramis Carued out like to the portall of the Sunne Shall not be such as rings the English strond From Douer to the market place of Rye Burden Is this possible Miles I le bring ye two or three witnesses Burden What be those Miles Marry sir three or foure as honest Deuils and good companions as any be in hell Mason No doubt but Magicke may doe much in this For he that reads but Mathematicke rules Shall finde conclusions that auaile to worke Wonders that passe the common sence of men Burden But Bacon roues a bow beyond his reach And tels of more then Magicke can performe Thinking to get a fame by fooleries Haue I not past as farre in state of schooles And read of many secrets yet to thinke That heads of brasse can vtter any voyce Or more to tell of deepe Philosophy This is a Fable Aesope had forgot Bacon Burden thou wrongst me in detracting thus Bacon loues not to stuffe himselfe with lyes 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 Mary sir hee 'le straight bee on your pick packe to know whether the feminine or the masculine gender be most worthy Bacon Were you not yesterday Master Burden at Henly vpon Themes Burden I was what then Bacon What booke studyed you thereon all night Burden i none at all I read not there a line Bacon Then Doctors Fryer Bacons Art knowes nought Clement What say you to this Master Burden doth hee not touch you Burden I passe not of his friuolous speeches Miles Nay Master Burden my master ere hee hath done with you will turne you from a Doctor to a dunce and shake you so small that he will leaue you no more learning in you then is in Balams Asse Bacon Masters 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 taste the fragrant aire But there to spend the night in Alcumy To multiply with secret spels of Art Thus priuat steales he learning from vs all To proue my saying true I le shew you straight The booke he keepes at Henly for himselfe Miles Nay now my master goes to coniuration take heede Bacon Masters stand still feare not I le shewe you but his booke Here hee coniures Per omnes deos infernales Belcephon Enter a woman with a shoulder of mutton on a spit and a Deuid Miles Oh master cease your coniuration or you spoile all for her 's a she deuill come with a shoulder of mutton on a spit you haue marde the deuils supper but no doubt he thinkes our Colledge fare is slender and so hath sent