courting for your grace When as mine eye â—uruaid her curious shape And drewe the beautious glory of her looks To diue into the center of my heart Loue taught me that your honour did but iest That princes were in fancie but as men How that the louely maid of Fresingfield Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wiâ—e Than concubine vnto the prince of Wales Edward Iniurious Lacie did I loue thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion Did I vnfould the passion of my loue And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe Sole freind and partner of his secreat loues And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake Theinchained fetters of such priuat freindes Base coward false and too effeminate To be coriuall with a prince in thoughts From Oxford haue I posted since I dinde To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe Marg. T was I my Lord not Lacie stept awry For oft he sued and courted for yourselfe And still woode for the courtier all in greene But I whome fancy made but ouer fond Pleaded my selfe with looks as if I lovd I fed myne eye with gazing on his face And still bewicht lovd Lacie with my looks My hart with sighes myne eyes pleaded with tearâ— My face held pittie and content at once And morâ— I couâ—d not siphâ—r out by signes But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart Then worthy Edward measure with thy minde If womens faâ—ours will not force men fall If bewtie and if daâ—â—s of 〈◊〉 â—oue Is not of force to bury thoughts of friendes Edward I tell thee Peggie I will haue thy louesâ— Edward or none shall conquer Margret In Frigats bottomd with rich Sethin planks Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon Stemd and incast with burnisht luorie And ouerlaid with plates of Persian wealth Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waues And draw the Dolphins to thy louely eyes To daunce lauoltas in the purple streames Sirens with harpes and siluer psalteries Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem And entertaine faire Margret with her laies England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee Brittaine shall bend vnto her princes loue And doe due homage to thine excellence If thou wilt be but Edwards Margret Margret Pardon my lord if Ioues great roialtie Sent me such presents as to Danae If Phoebus tied in Latonas webs Come courting from the beautie of his lodge The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie Not all the wealth heauens treasurie affoords Should make me leaue lord Lacie or his loue Edw. I haue learnd at Oxford then this point ofschooles Abbata causa â—â—llitur effectus Lacie the cause that Margret cannot loue Nor fix her liking on the English Prince Take him away and then the effects will faile Villaine prepare thy selfe for I will bathe My poinard in the bosome of an eatle Lacie Rather then liue and misse faire Margrets loue Prince Edward stop not at the fatall doome But stabb it home end both my loues and life Marg. Braue Prince of Wales honoured for royall deeds T were sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood Loues conquests ends my Lord in courtesie Spare Lacie gentle Edward let me die For so both you and he doe cease your loues Edward Lacie shall die as traitor to his Lord. Lacie I haue deserued it Edward act it well Margret What hopes the Prince to gaine by Lacies death Edward To end the loues twixt him and Margeret Marg. Why thinks king Henries sonne that Margrets loue Hangs in the vncertaine ballance of proud time That death shall make a discord of our thonghts No stab the earle and fore the morning sun Shall vaunt him thrice ouer the loftie east Margret will meet her Lacie in the heauens Lacie If ought betides to louely Margret That wrongs or wrings her honour from content Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchie Should not allure Lacie to ouerliue Then Edward short my life and end her loues Margret Rid me and keepe a friend worth many loues Lacie Nay Edward keepâ— a loue worth many friends Margret And if thy mind be such as â—ame hath blazde Then princely Edward let vs both abide The fatall resolution of thy rage Banish thou fancie and imbrace reuenge And in one toombâ— knit both our carkases Whose hearts were linked in one perfect loue Edward Edward Art thou that famous prince of Wales Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe Is it princely to disseuer louers leagues To part such friends as glorie in their loues Leaue Ned and make a vertue of this fault And further Peg and Lacie in their loues So in subduing fancies passion Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile Lacie rise vp faire Peggie heere 's my hand The prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts And all his loues he yeelds vnto the earle Lacie enioy the maid of Fresingfield Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church And Ned as he is true Plantagenet Will giue hâ—â— to thee franckly for thy wiâ—e Lacie Humbly I take her of my soueraigne As if that Edward gaue me Englands right And richt me with the Albion diadem Margret And doth the English Prince mean true Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loues And yeeld the title of a countrie maid Vnto lord Lacie Edward I will faire Peggiâ— as I am true lord Marg. Then lordly sir whose conquest is as great In conquering loue as Caesars victories Margret as milde and humble in her thoughts As was Aspatia vnto Cirus selfe Yeelds thanks and next lord Lacie doth â—nshrine Edward the second secret in her heart Edw. Gramercie Peggie now that vowes are past And that your loues are not be reuolt Once Lacie friendes againe come we will post To Oxford for this day the king is there And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor Peggie I must go see and view my wife I pray God I like her as I loued thee Beside lord Lincolne we shall heaâ—e dispute Twixt frier Bacon and learned Vandermast Peggie wee le leaue you for a weeke or two Margret As it please lord Lacie but loues foolish looks Thinke footsteps Miles and minutes to be houres Lacie I le hasten Peggie to make short returne But please your houour goe vnto the lodge We shall haue butter cheese and venison And yesterday I brought for Margret A lustie bottle of neat clarret wine Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace Edward T is cheere lord Lacie for an Emperour If he respect the person and the place Come let vs in for I will all this night Ride post vntill I come to Bacons cell Exeunt Enter Henrie Emperour Castile Ellinor Vandermast Bungay Emperour Trust me Plantagenet these Oxford schooles Are richly seated neere the riuer side The mountaines full of fat and fallow deere The batling pastures laid with kine and flocks The towne gorgeous with high built colledges And schollers seemely in
doubt hee thinkes our Colledge fare is slender and so hath sent you his cooke with a shoulder of mutton to make it exceed Hostesse Oh where am I or what 's become of me Bacon What art thou Hostesse Hostesse at Henly mistresse of the Bell. Bacon How camest thou heere Hostesse As I was in the kitchen mongst the maydes Spitting the meate against supper for my guesse A motion mooued me to looke forth of dore No sooner had I pried into the yard But straight a whirlewind hoisted me from thence And mounted me aloâ—t vnto the cloudes As in a trance I thought nor feared nought Nor know I where or whether I was tane Nor where I am nor what these persons be Bacon No know you not maister Burden Hâ—stesse Oh yes good sir he is my daily guest What maister Burden t was but yesternight That you and I at Henly plaid at cardes Burden I knowe not what we did a poxe of all coniuring Friers Clement Now iolly Frier tell vs is this the booke that Burden is so carefull to looke on Bacon It is but Burden tell me now Thinkest thou that Bacons Nicromanticke skill Cannot performe his head and wall of Brasse When he can fetch thine hostesse in such post Miles I le warrant you maister if maister Burden could coniure as well as you hee would haue his booke euerie night from Henly to study on at Oxford Mason Burden what are you mated by this frolicke Frier Looke how he droops his guiltie conscience Driues him to bash and makes his hostesse blush Bacon Well mistres for I wil not haue you mist You shall to Henly to cheere vp your guests Fore supper ginne Burden bid her adew Say farewell to your hostesse sore she goes Sirha away and set her safe at home Hostesse Maister Burden when shall we see you at Henly Exeunt Hostesse and the Deuill Burden The deuill take thee and Henly too Miles Maister shall I make a good motion Bacon What 's that Miles Marry sir nowe that my hostesse is gone to prouide supper coniure vp another spirite and send doctor Burden â—â—ying after Bacon Thus rulers of our Accademicke state You haue seene the Frier frame his art by prooâ—â— And as the colledge called Brazâ—nnoâ—â—â— Is vnder him and he the maister there So surely shall this head of brasse be framdâ— And yeeld forth strange and vncoth Aphâ—rismes And Hell and Heccate shall faâ—le the Fâ—â—â—r But I will circle England round with brasse Miles So be it nâ—ne sempâ—r Amen Exeunt â—mnes Enter Margaret the â—aire mayd of Fresingfield with Thomas and â—one and other clownes Latie disguised in countrie apparell Thomas By my troth Margret heere 's a wether is able to make a man call his father whorson if this wether hold wee shall haue hay good cheape and butter and cheese at Harlston will beare no price Margret Thomas maides when they come to see the faire Count not to make a cope for dearth of hay When we haue turnd our butter to the salt And set our cheese safely vpon the rackes Then let our fathers prise it as they please We countrie sluts of merry Fresingfield Come to buy needlesse noughts to make vs fine And looke that yong-men should be francke this day And court vs with such fairings as they can Phâ—â—us is blythe and frolicke lookes from heauen As when he courted louely Semele Swearing the pedlers shall haue emptie packs If that faire wether may make chapmen buy Lacie But louely Peggie Semele is dead And therefore Phâ—bus from his pallace pries And seeing such a sweet and seemly saint Shewes all his glories for to court your selfe Margret This is a fairing gentle sir indeed To sooth me vp with sucâ— smooth flatterie But learne of me your scoâ—â—es to broad before Well Ione our bewties must abide their iestes We serue the turne iniolly Fresingfield Ione Margretâ— a farmers daughter for a farmers sonnâ— I warrant you the meanest of vs both Shall haue a mate to leade vs from the Church But Thomas what 's the newes what in a dumpe Giue me your hand we are neere a pedlers shop Out with your purse we must haue fairings now Thâ—mas Faith Ione and shall I le bestow a fairing on you and then we will to the Tauâ—rn and snap off a pint of wine or two All this while Lacie whiâ—pers Margret in the â—are Margret Whence are you sir of Suffolke for your 〈◊〉 are finer than the common sort of men Laciâ— Faith louely girle I am of Beckles by Your neighbour not aboue six miles from hence A farmers sonne that neuer was so quainâ— But that he could do courtesie to such dames But trust me Margret I am sent in charge From him that reueld in your fathers house And fild his Lodge with cheere and venison Tyred in greene he sent you this rich purse His token that he helpt you run your cheese And in the milkhouse chatted with your selfe Mâ—rgret To me you forget your selfe Laciâ— Women are often weake in memorieâ— Margret Oh pardon sir I call to mind the man T were little manners to refuse his gift And yet I hope he sends it not for loue For we haue little leisure to debate of that Ione What Margret blush not mayds must haue their loues Thomas Nay by the masse she lookes pale as if she were angrie Richard Sirha are you of Beckls I pray how dooth goodman Cob my father bought a horse of him I le tell you Marget a were good to be a gentlemans iade for of all things the foule hilding could not abide a doongcart Margret How different is this farmer from the rest That earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight His words are wittie quickened with a smile His courtesie gentle smelling of the court Facill and debonaire in all his deeds Proportiond as was Paris when in gray He courted Aenon in the vale by Troy Great lords haue come and pleaded for my loue Who but the keepers lasâ—e of Fresingfield And yet me thinks this Farmers iolly sonne Passeth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye But Peg disclose not that thou art in loue And shew as yet no signe of loue to him Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy loue Keepe that to thee till time doth serue thy turne To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne Come Ione and Thomas shall we to the faire You Beckls man will not forsake vs now Laciâ— Not whilst I may haue such quaint girls as you Margret Well if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield Make but a step into the keepers lodge And such poore fare as Woodmen can affoord Butter and cheese creame and fat venison You shall haue store and welcome therewithall Lacie Gramarcies Peggie looke for me â—are long Enter Henry the third the emperour the king of Castile Elinâ—r his daughter Iaques Vanâ—â—rmaâ—â— a Gâ—rmaine Henrie Great men of Europe monarks of the West Ringd with the wals of old Ocâ—â—nus Whose loâ—tie
surges like the batteâ—ments That compast high built Babell in with towers Welcome my lords welcome braue westeme kings To Englands shore whose promontorie cleeues Shewes Albion is another little world Welcome sayes English Henrie to you all Chieâ—ly vnto the louely Eleanour Who darde â—or Edwards sake cut through the seas And venture as Agenors dâ—msell through the deepe To get the loue of Henries wanton sonne Castile Englands rich Monarch braue Plantagenet The Pyren mounts swelling aboue the clouds That ward the welthie Castile in with walles Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour But hearing of the fame of Edwards youth She darde to brooke Neptunus haughtie pride And bide the brunt of froward Eolus Then may faire England welcome her the more Elinor After that English Henrie by his lords Had sent prince Edwards louely counterfeit A present to the Castile Elinor The comly pourtraâ—t of so braue a man The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds Edwards couragious resolution Done at the holy land fore Damas walles Led both mine eye and thoughts in equall links To like so of the English Monarchs sonne That I attempted perrils for his sake Emâ—erour Where is the Prince my lord Henrie He posted down not long since from the court To Suffolke side to merrie Fremingham To sport himselfe amongst my fallow deere From thence by packets sent to Hampton house We heare the Prince is ridden with his lords To Oxford in the Academie there To heare dispute amongst the learned men But we will send foorth letters for my sonne To will him come from Oxford to the court Empe. Nay rather Henrie let vs as we be Ride for to visite Oxford with our traine Faine would I see your Vniuersities And what learned men your Academie yields From Haspurg haue I brought a learned clarke To hold dispute with English Orators This doctor surnamde Iaques Vandermast A Germaine borne past into Padua To Florence and to faire Bolonia To Paris Rheims and stately Orleans And talking there with men of art put downe The chiefest of them all in Aphorismes In Magicke and the Mathematicke rules Now let vs Henrie trie him in your schooles Henrie He shal my lord this motion likes me wel Wee le progresse straight to Oxford with our trains And see what men our Academiâ— bringes And woonder Vandermast welcome to me In Oxford shalt thou find a iollie frier Cald Frier Baâ—on Englands only flower Set him but Non-plus in his magicke spels And make him yeeld in Mathematicke rules And for thy glorie I will bind thy browes Not with a poets garlandâ—made of Baies But with a coronet of choicest gold Whilst then we fit to Oxford with our troupes Le ts in and banquet in our English court Exit Enter Raphe Siâ—â—â—ll in Edwardes apparrell Edward Warrâ—â— Erâ—sby disguâ—sed Raphe Where be these vacabond knaues that they attend no better on their maisteâ— Edward If it please your honour we are all ready at an inch Raphe Sirha Ned I le haue no more post horse to ride on I le haue another fetch Ermsbie I pray you how is that my Lord Raphe Marrie sir I le send to the I le of Eely for foure or fiue dozen of Geese and I le haue them tide six and six together with whipcord Now vpon their backes will I haue a faire field bed with a Canapiâ— and so when it is my pleasure I le flee into what place I please this will be easie Warren Your honour hath said well but shall we to Brasen-nose Colledge before we pull off our bootes Ermsbie Warren well motioned wee will to the Frier Before we reuell it within the towne Raphe see you keepe your countenance like a Prince Raphe Wherefore haue I such a companie of cutting knaues to wait vpon me but to â—eep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies haue you not good swords and bucklers Enter Bacon and Miles Ermsbie Stay who comes heere Warren Some scholler and wee le aske him where Frier Bacon is Bacon Why thou arrant dunce shal I neuer make thee good scholler doth not all the towne trie out and say Frier Bacons subsiser is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford why thou canst not speake one word of true Latine Miles No sir yes what is this els â—gâ—â—um tuus homâ— I am your man I warrant you sir as good Tullies phrase as any is in Oxford Bacon Come on sirha what part of speech is Egâ— Miles Egâ— that is I marrie nomen sâ—bstantâ—â—â— Bacon How prooue you that Miles Why sir let him prooue himselfe and a will I can bâ— hard felt and vnderstood Bacon Oh grosse dunce Here beate him Edw. Come let vs breake off this dispute between these two Sirha where is Brazennose Colledge Miles Not far from Copper-smithes hall Edward What doest thou moâ—ke me Miles Not I sir but what would you at Brazennose Ermsbiâ— Mâ—rrie we would speake with frier Bacon Miles Whose men be you Ermsbie Marrie scholler here 's our maister Raphe Sirha I am the maister of these good fellowes mayst thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparrell Miles Then heere 's good game for the hawke for heer 's the maister foole and a couie of Cockscombs one wise man I thinke would spring you all Edward Gogs wounds Warren kill him VVarren Why Ned I thinke the deuâ—ll be in my sheath I cannot get out my dagger Ermsbie Nor I mine Swones Ned I thinke I am bewitcht Miles A companie of scabbes the proudest of you all drawe your weapon if he can See how boldly I speake now my maister is by Edward I striue in vaine but if my sword be shut And coniured fast by magicke in my sheath Villaine heere is my fist Strike him a box on the eare Miles Oh I beseech you coniure his hands too that he may not lift his armes to his head for he is light fingered Raphe Ned strike him I le warrant thee by mine honour Bacon What meanes the English prince to wrong my man Edward To whom speakest thou â—â—con To thee Edward Who art thou Bâ—con Could you not iudge when all your swords grew fastâ— That frier Bâ—con was not farre from hence Edward king Henries sonne and Prince of Wales Thy â—oole disguiâ—d cannot conceale thy selâ—e I know both Ermâ—bie and the Suslex Eâ—rle Els Frier Bacon had but little skill Thou comest in post from merrie Fresingfieldâ— Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse To craue some succour of the iolly Frier And Lacie Eare of Lincolne hast thou left To treat faire Margret to allow thy loues But friends are men and loue can baffle lords The Earle both woes and courtes her for himselfe VVarren Ned this is strange the frier knoweth al. Ermsbie Appollo could not vtter more than this Edward I stand amazed to heare this iolly Frier Tell euen the verie secrets of my thoughts But learned Bacon since thou knowest the cause Why I did post so fast from Fresingfield Helpe Frier at a pinch that I
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
may haue The loue of louely Margret to my selfe And as I am true Prince of Wales I le giue Liuing and lands to strength thy colledge state VVarren Good Frier helpe the Prince in this Raphe Why seruant Ned will not the frier doe it Were not my sword glued to my scabberd by coniuration I would cut off his head and make him do it by force Miles In faith my lord your manhood and your sword all alike they are so fast coniured that we shall neuer see them Ermsbie Wat doctor in a dumpe tush helpe the prince And thou shalt see how liberall he will prooue Bacon Craue not such actions greater dumps than these I will my lord straine out my magicke spels For this day comes the earle to Fresingfield And fore that night shuts in the day with darke Thei le be betâ—othed ech to other fast But come with me wâ—e le to my studie straight And in a glasse proâ—pectiue I will shew What 's done this day in mâ—rry Fresingfield Edward Gramercies Bacon I will quite thy paine Bacon But send your traine my lord into the towne My scholler shall go bring them to their Inne Meane while wee le see the knauerie of the earle Edâ—aâ—d Warren leaue me and Ermsbie take the foole Let him be maister and go reuell it Till I and Frier Bacon taâ—ke a while VVarrâ—n We will my lord Raphe Faith Ned and I le lord it out till thou comest I le be Prince of Wales ouer all the blacke pots in Oxford Exeunt Bacon and Edward goes into the study Bacon Now frolick â—dâ—ard welcome to my Cell Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies And holds this place his consistorie court Wherin the diuels pleads homage to his words Within this glasle prâ—â—pectiue thou shalt see This day what 's done in merry Fresingfield Twixt louely Peggie and the Lincolne earle Edward Frier thou gladst me nowshall Edward trie How Lacie meaneth to his soueraigne lord Bacon Stand there and looke directly in the glasse Enter Margret and Frier Bungayâ— Bacon What sees my lord Edward I see the keepers louely lasse appeare As bright-sunne as the parramour of Mars Onely attended by a iolly frier Bacon Sit still and keepe the christall in your eye Margret But tell me frier Bungay is it true That this faire courtious countrie swaine Who saies his father is a farmer nie Can be lord Lacie earle of Lincolnshire Bungaâ— Peggie t is true t is Lacie for my life Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile Left by prince Edward to procure his loues For he in greene that holpe you runne your cheese Is sonne to Henry and the prince of Wales Margret Be what he will his lure is but for lust But did lord Lacie like poore Margret Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse Frier I would his humble handmayd be And for great wealth quite him with courtesie Bungay Why Margret doest thou loue him Margret His personage like the pride ofvaunting Troy Might well auouch to shadow Hellens cape His witis quicke and readie in conceit As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime Courteous ah Frier full of pleasing smiles Trust me I loue too much to tell thee more Suffice to me he is Englands parramour Bungay Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing face Surnamed thee faire maid of Fresingfield Margret Yes Bungay and would God the loâ—ely Earle Had that in esse thatso many sought â—ungay Feare not the Frier will not be behind To shew his cunning to entangle loue Edward I thinke the Frier courts the bonny wench Bacon me thinkes he is a lustie churle Bacon Now looke my lord â—nter Lacie Edward Gogs wounds Bacon heere comes Lacie Bacon Sit still my lord and marke the commedie Bungay Heere 's Lacie Margret step aside awhile Lacie Daphne the damsell that caught Phaebus fast And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes Was not so beautious in Appollos eyes As is fâ—â—re Margret to the Lincolne earle Recant thee Lacie thou art put in trust Edward thy soueraignes sonne hath chosen thee A secret friend to court her for himselfe And darest thou wrong thy Prince with trecherie Lacie loue makes no acception of a friend Nor deemes it of a Prince but as a man Honour bids thee controll him in his lust His wooing is not for to wed the girle But to intrap her and beguile the lasse Lacie thou louest then brooke not such abuse But wed her and abide thy Princes frowne For better die then see her liue disgracde Margret Come Frier I will shake him from his dumpes How cheere you sir a penie for your thought Your early vp pray God it be the neere What come from Beckles in a morne so soone Lacie Thus watchfull are such men as liue in loue Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe I tell thee Peggie since last Harlston faire My mindâ— hath felt a heape of passions Margret A trustie man that court it for your friend Woo you still for the courtier all in greene I maruell that he sues not for himselfe Lacie Peggie I pleaded first to get your grace for him But when mine â—iâ—s furuaid your beautious lookes Loue like a wagge straight diued into my heart And there did shrine the Idea of your selfe Pittie me though I be a farmers sonne And measure not my riches but my loue Margret You are verâ—e hastie for to garden well Seeds must haue time to sprout before they spring Loue ought to creepe as doth the dials shade For timely ripe is rotten too too soone Bungay Deus hic roome for a merry Frier What youth of Beckles with the keepers lasse T is well but tell me heere you any newes Margret No Frier what newes Bungay Heere you not how the purseuants do post With proclamations through ech country towne Lacie For what gentle frier tell the newes Bungay Dwelst thou in Beckles heerst not of these news Lacie the Earle of Lincolne is late fled From Windsor court disguised like a swaine And lurkes about the countrie heere vnknowne Henrie suspects him of some trecherie And therefore doth proclaime in euery way That who can take the Lincolne earle shall haue Paid in the Exchequer twentie thousand crownes Lacie The earle of Lincoln Frier thou art mad It was some other thou mistakest the man The earle of Lincolne why it cannot be Margret Yes verie well my lord for you are he The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner Lord Lacie yeeld I le be your gailor once Edward How familiar they be Bacon Bacon Sit still and marke the sequell of their loues Lacie Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe Peggie I yeeld but are these newes iniest Margret In â—â—st with you but earnest vnto me For why these wrongs do wring me at the heart Ah how these earles and noble men of birth Flatter and faine to forge poore womens ill Lacie Beleeue me lasse I am the Lincolne earle I not denie but tyred thus in rags I
their graue attire Learned in searching principles of art What is thy iudgement Iaquis Vandermast Vandermast That lordly are the buildings of the towne Spatious the romes and full of pleasant walkes But for the doctors how that they be learned It may be meanly for ought I can heere Bungar I tell thee Germane Haspurge holds none such None red so deepe as Oxenford containes There are within our accademicke state Men that may lecture it in Germanie To all the doctors of your Belgicke schools Henrie Stand to him Bungay charme this Vandermast And I will vse thee as a royall king Vandermast Wherein darest thou dispute with me Bungay In what a Doctor and a Frier can Vandermast Before rich Europes worthies put thou forth The doubtfull question vnto Vandermast Bungay Let it be this whether the spirites of piromancie or Geomancie be most predominant in magick Vander. I say of Piromancie Bungay And I of Geomancie Vander. The cabbalists that wright of magicke spelâ— As Hermes Melchie and Pithagoras Affirme that mongst the quadruplicitie Of elementall essence Terra is but thought To be a punctum squared to the rest And that the compasse of ascending eliments Exceed in bignesse as they doe in height Iudging the concaue circle of the sonne To hold the rest in his circomference If then as Hermes saies the fire be greatst Purest and onely giueth shapes to spirites Then must these Demones that haunt that placeâ— Be euery way superiour to the rest Bungay I reason not of elementall shapes Nor tell I of the concaue lattitudes Noting their essence nor their qualitie But of the spirites that Piromancie calles And of the vigourof the Geomanticke fiends I tell thee Germane magicke haunts the grounds And those strange necromantick spels That worke such shewes and wondering in the world Are acted by those Geomanticke spirites That Hermes calleth Terraefilii The fierie spirits are but transparant shades That lightly passe as Heralts to beare newes But earthly fiends closd in the lowest deepe Disseuer mountaines if they be but chargd Being more grose and massie in their power Vander. Rather these earthly geomantike spirits Are dull and like the place where they remaine For when proud Lucipher fell from the heauens The spirites and angels that did sin with him Retaind their locall essence as their faults All subiect vnder Lunas continent They which offended lesse hang in the fire And second faults did rest within the aire But Lucifer and his proud hearted fiends Were throwne into the center of the earth Hauing lesse vnderstanding than the rest As hauing greater sinne and lesser grace Therfore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serue For Iuglers Witches and vild sorcerers Whereas the Piromanticke gemij Are mightie swift and of farre reaching power But graunt that Geomancie hath most force Bungay to please these mightie potentates Prooue by some instance what thy art can doe Bungay I will Emper. Now English Harry here begins the game We shall see sport betweene these learned men Vandermast What wilt thou doe Bung. Shew thee the tree leavd with refined gold Wheron the fearefull dragon held his seate That watcht the garden cald Hesperides Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules Vandermast Well done Heere Bungay coniures and the tree appeares with the dragon shooting fire Heâ—â—ie What say you royall lordings to my frier Hath he not done a point of cunning skill Vander. Ech scholler in the Nicromanticke spels Can doe as much as Bungay hath performd Bur as Alâ—menas basterd rasâ—d this tree So will I raise him vp as when he liued And cause him pull the Dragon from his seate And teare the branches peecemeale from the roote Hercules Prodâ—â— Prâ—di Hercules Hercules appeares in his Lions skin Hercules Quis me â—ult Vandermast Ioues bastard sonne thou libian Hercules Pull off the sprigs from off the Hesperian tree As once thou didst to win the golden fruit Hercules Fiat Heere he begins to breake the branches Vander. Now Bungay if thou canst by magicke charme The fiend appearing like great Hercules From pulling downe the branches of the tree Then art thou worrhy to be counted learned Bungay I cannot Vander. Cease Hercules vntill I giue thee charge Mightie commander of this English I le Henrie come from the stout Plantagenets Bungay is learned enough to be a Frier But to compare with Iaquis Vandermast Oxford and Cambridge must go seeke their celles To find a man to match him in his art I haue giuen non-plus to the Paduans To them of Sien Florence and Belogna Reimes Louain and faire Rotherdam Franckford Lutrech and Orleance And now must Henrie if he do me right Crowne me with lawrell as they all haue done Enter Bacon Bacon All haile to this roiall companie That sit to heare and see this strange dispute Bungay how standst thou as a man amazd What hath the Germane acted more than thou Vandermast What art thou that questions thus Bacon Men call me Bacon Vander. Lordâ—y thou lookest as if that thou wert learnd Thy countenance as if science held her seate Betweene the circled arches of thy browes Heâ—riâ— Now Monarcks hath the Germain found his match Emperour Bestirre thee Iaquis take not now the foile Least thou doest loose what foretime thou didst gaine Vandermast Bacon wilt thou dispute Bacon Noe vnlesse he were more learnd than Vandermast For yet tell me what hast thou done Vandermast Raisd Hercules to ruinate that tree That Bongay mounted by his magicke spels Bacon Set Hercules to worke Vander. Now Hercules I charge thee to thy taske Pull off the golden branches from the roote Hercules Idare not Seest thou not great Bacon heere Whose frowne doth act more than thy magicke can Vandermast By all the thrones and dominations Vertues powers and mightie Herarchies I charge thee to obâ—y to Vandermast Hercules Bacon that bridles headstrong Bâ—lcephonâ— Andrules Aâ—menoth guid erof the North Bindes me from yeelding vnto Vandermast Hen. How now Vandermast haue you met with your match Vandermast Neuer before wasâ— knowne to Vandeâ—mast That men held dâ—uils in such obedient awe Bacon doth more than art or els I faile Emperour Why Vandermast art thou ouercome Bacon dispute with him and triâ— his skill Bacon I come not Monatckes for to hold dispute With such a nouice as is Vandermast I come to haue your royalties to diâ—e With Frier Baâ—on â—eere in Brazennose And for this Germane â—oubles but the place And holds this audience wiâ—h a long suspence I le seâ—d him to his Accademie hence Thou Hercules whom Vandermast did raise Transport the Germane vnto Haspurge straight That he may learne by trauaile gainst the springs More secret doomes and Aphorismes of art Vanish the tree and thou away with him Exit the spirit with Vandermast and the Tree Emperour Why Bacon whether doest thou send him Bacon To Haspurge there your highnesse at returne Shall finde the Germane in his studie safe Henrie Bacon thou hast honoured England with thy skill And made faire Oxford famous by
Miles in thee rests Frier Bacons weale The honour and renowne af all his life Hangs in the watching of this brazen-head Therefore I charge thee by the immortall God That holds the soules of men within his fist This night thou watch for ere the morning star Sends out his glorious glister on the north The head will speake then Miles vpon thy life Wake me for then by Magick art I le worke To end my seuen yeares taske with excellence If that awinke but shut thy watchfull eye Thenfarewell Bacons glory and his fame Draw closse the courtaines Miles now for thy life Be watchfull and Here he falleth asleepe Miles So I thought you would talke your selfe a sleepe anon and t is no meruaile for Bungay on the dayes and he on the nights haue watcht Iust these ten and fifty dayes now this is the night and t is my taske and no more Now Iesus blesse me what a goodly head it is and a nose you talke of nâ—s autem glâ—râ—ficarâ— but here 's a nose that I warrant may be cald nos autem pâ—pelare for the people of the parish well I am furnished with weapons now sit I will set me downe by a post and makâ— it as good as a watch-man to wake me if I chaunce to slumber I thought goodman head I would call you out of your memento passion a God I haue almost broke my pate Vp Miles to your taske take your browne bill in your hand heere 's some of your maisters hobgoblins abroad With this a great noise The Head speakes Head Time is Milâ—s Time is Why maister Brazenhead haue you such a capitall nose and answer you with sillables Time is is this all my maisters cunning to spend seuen yeares studie about Time is well sir it may be we shall haue some better orations of it anon well I le watch you as narrowly as euer you were watcht and I le play with you as the Nightingale with the Slowworme I le set a pricke against my brest now rest there Miles Lord haue mercy vpon me I haue almost kild my selse vp Miles list how they rumble Head Time was Miles Well frier Bacon you spent your seuen years studie well that can make your Head speake but two wordes at once Time was yea marie time was when my maister was a wise man but that was before he began to make the Brasen-head you shall lie while your arâ—e ake and your Head speake no better well I will watch and walke vp and downe and be a Perepatetian and a Philosopher of Aristotles stampe what a freshe noise take thy pistols in hand Miles Heere the Head speakes and a lightning flasheth forth and a hand appeares that breaketh down the Head with a hammer Head Time is past Miles Maister maister vp hels broken loose your Head speakes and there 's such a thunder and lightning that I warrant all Oxford is vp in armes out of your bed and take a browne bill in your hand the latter day is come Bacon Miles I come oh passing warily watcht Bacon will make thee next himselfe in loue When spake the Headâ— Miles When spake the Head did not you say that hee should tell strange principles of Philosophie why sir it speaks but two wordes at a time Bacon Why villaine hath it spoken oft Miles Oft I marie hath it thrice but in all those three times it hath vttered but seuen wordes Bacon As how Miles Marâ—ie sir the first time he said Time is as if Fabius cumentator should haue pronoâ—nst a sentence he said Time was and the third time with thunder and lightning as in great choller he said Time is past Bacon T is past indeed a villaine time is past My life my fame my glorie all are past Bacon the turrets of thy hope are ruind downe Thy seuen yeares studie lieth in the dust Thy Brazen-head lies broken through a slaue That watcht and would not when the Head did will What said the Head first Miles Euen sir Time is Bacon Villaine if thou hadst cald to Bacon then If thou hadst watcht and wakte the sleepie frier The Brazen-head had vttered Aphorismes And England had been circled round with brasse But proud Astmâ—roth ruler of the North And Demegorgon maister of the fates Grudge that a mortall man should worke so much Hell trembled at my deepe commanding spels Fiendes frownd to see a man their ouermatch Bacon might bost more than a man might boast But now the braues of Bacon hath an end Europes conceit of Bacon hath an end His seuen yeares practise sorteth toill end And villaine sith my glorie hath an end I will appoint thee fatall to some end Villaine auoid getthee from Bacons sight Vagâ—â—t go â—ome and range about the world And periâ—â— as a vagabond on earth Miles Why then sir you forbid me your seruice Bacon My seruice villaine with a fatall curse That direfull plagues and mischiefe fall on thee Miles T is no matter I am against you with the old prouerb The more the foxis curst the better he fares God be with you sir I le take but a booke in my hand a wide sleeued gowne on my backe and a crowned cap on my head and see if I can want promotion Bacon Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy wearie steps Vntill they doe transport thee quicke to hell For Bacon shall haue neuer merrie day To loose the fame and honour of his Head Exit Enter Emperour Castile Henrie Ellinor Edward Lacie Raphe Emper. Now louely Prince the prince of Albions wealth How fares the ladie Ellinor and you What haue you courted and found Castile fit To answer England in equiuoâ—ence Wilt be a match twixt bonny Nell and thee Edâ— Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece And not lie fettered in faire Hellens lookes Or Phoâ—bus scape those piercing amorits That Daphne glaunsed at his dâ—itie Can Edward then â—it by a flame and freeze Whose heat puts Hellen and faire Daphne downe Now Monarcks aske the ladie if we gree Hen. What madam hath my son found grace or no. Ellinor Seeing my lord his louely counterfeit And hearing how his minde and shape agreed I come not troopt with all this warlike traine Doubting of loue but so effectionat As Edward hath in England what he wonne in Spaine Castâ—le A match my lord these wantons needes must loue Men must haue wiues and women will be wed Le ts hast the day to honour vp the rites Raphe Sirha Harry shall Ned marry Nell Henry I Raphe how then Raphe Marrie Harrie follow my counsaile send for frier Bacon to marrie them for hee le so coniure him and her with his Nigromancie that they shall loue togither like pigge and lambâ— whilest they liue Castâ—le But hearst thou Raphe art thou content to haue â—llinor to thy ladie Raphâ— I so she will promise me two things Castâ—le What 's that Raphe Raphe That shee will neuer scold with Ned nor fight with me Sirha Harry I haue put
cheere thee drowne not in despaire Sinnes haue their salues repentance can do much Thinke mercie sits where Iustice holds her seate And from those wounds those bloudie Iews did pierce Which by thy magicke oft did bleed a fresh From thence for thee the dew of mercy drops To wash the wrath of hie Iehouahs ire And make thee as a new borne babe from sinne Bungay I le spend the remnant of my life In pure deuotion praying to my God That he would saue what Bacon vainly lost Exit Enter Marâ—ret in Nuns apparrell Keeper her father and their friend Keep Margret be not so headstrong in these vows Oh burie not such beautie in a cell That England hath held famous for the hue Thy fathers haire like to the siluer bloomes That beautifie the shrubs of Affrica Shall fall before the dated time of death Thus to forgoe his louely Margret Margret A father when the hermonie of heauen soundeth the measures of a liuely faith The vaine Illusions of this flâ—ttering world Seemes odious to the thoughts of Margret I loued once lord Lacie was my loue And now I hate my selfe for that I lovd And doated more on him than on my God For this I scourge my selfe with sharpe repentâ—â— But now the touch of such aspiring sinnes Tels me all loue is lust but loue of heauens That beautie vsde for loue is vanitie The world containes nought but alluring baites Pride flatterie and inconstant thoughts To shun the pricks of death I leaue the world And vow to meditate on heauenly blisse To liue in Framingham a holy Nunne Holy and pure in conscience and in deed And for to wish all maides to learne of me To seeke heauens ioy before earths vanitie Friend And will you then Margret be shorâ— a Nunne and so leaue vs all Margret Now farewell world the engin of all woe Farewell to friends and father welcome Christ Adew to daintie robes this base attire Better befits an humble minde to God Than all the shew of rich abilliments Loue oh Loue and with fond Loue farewell Sweet Lacie whom I loued once so deere Euer be well but neuer in my thoughts Least I offend to thinke on Lacies loue But euen to that as to the rest farewell Enter Lacie Warrain Ermsbie booted and spurd Lacie Come on my wags weere neere the keepers lodge Heere haue I oft walkt in the watrie Meades And chatted with my louely Margret VVarraine Sirha Ned is not this the keeper Lacie T is the same Eâ—msbie The old lecher hath gotton holy mutton to him a Nunne my lord Lâ—cie Keeper how farest thou holla man what cheere How doth Peggie thy daughter and my loue Keâ—per Ah good my lord oh wo is me for Pegge See where she stands clad in her Nunnes attire Readie for to be shorne in Framingham She leaues the world because she left your loue Oh good my lord perswade her if you can Lacie Why how now Margret what a malecontent A Nunne what holy father taught you this To taske your selfe to such a tedious life As die a maid t were iniurie to me To smother vp such bewtie in a cell Mâ—rgret Lord Lacie thinking of thy former missâ— How fond the prime of wanton yeares were spent In loue Oh fie vppon that fond conceite Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye I leaue both loue and loues content at once Betaking me to him that is true loue And leâ—uing all the world for loue of him Lacie Whence Peggie comes this Metamorphosis What shorne a Nun and I haue from the co urt Posted with coursers to conuaie thee hence To Windsore where our Mariage shal be kept Thy wedding robes are in the tailors hands Come Peggy leaue these peremptorie vowes Margret Did not my lord resigne his interest And make diuorce twixt Margret and himâ— Lacy. T was but to try sweete Peggies constancie But will faire Margret leaue her loue and Lord Margret Is not heauens ioy before earths fading blisse And life aboue sweeter than life in loue Lacie Why then Margret will be shorne a Nun Marg. Margret hath made a vow which may not be reuokt Warraine We cannot stay my Lord and if she be so strict Our leisure graunts vs not to woo a fresh Ermsby Choose you faire damsell yet the choise is yours Either a solemne Nunnerie or the court God or Lord Lacie weich contents you best To be a Nun or els Lord Lacies wife Lacie A good motion Peggie your answere must be short Maâ—gret The flesh is frayle my Lord doth know it well That when he comes with his inchanting face What so erâ— betyde I cannot say him nay Off goes the habite of a maidens heart And seeing Fortune will faire Fremingham And all the shew of holy Nuns farewell Lacie for mâ— if he wil be my lord Lacie Peggie thy Lord thy loue thy husband Trust me by truth of knighthood that the King Staies for to marry matchles Ellinour Vntil I bring thee richly to the court That one day may both marry her and thee How saist thou Keeper art thou glad of this Keeper As if the English King had giuen The parke and decre of Frisingfield to me Erms. I pray thee my Lord of Sussex why art thou in a broune study Warraine To see the nature of women that be they neuer so neare God yet they loue to die in a mans armes Lacie What haue you fit for breakefast we haue hied and posted all this night to Frisingfield Margret Butter and cheese and humbls of a Deere Such as poore Keepers haue within their lodge Lacie And not a bottle of wine Margret Wee le find one for my Lord. Lacie Come Sussex lets in we shall haue more for she speaks least to hold her promise sure Exeunt Enter 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 Vpon the speedie wings of swiftest winds Now Bacon hath raisd mâ— 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 See where he comes Oh he is mine Enter Miles with a gownâ— and a corner cap. 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 be a Deacon Reader nor Schoolemaister no not the clarke of a parish some call me 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 heer 's one of my maisters deuils I le goe speake to him what maister Plutus how 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 Brazen-nose Deuil 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 heesasyeomanlya man as you shall see marke you maisters heer 's 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 t is a place I haue desired long to see haue you not good tipling houses there may not a man haue a lustie fier there apot 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 thisyou may haue there Miles You are for me freinde and I am for you but I pray you 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 Deuil Thou shalt Miles There 's nothing lets me from going with you but that t is a long iourney and I haue neuer a horse Deuil Thou shalt ride on my backe Miles Now surely hers acourteous deuil that for to pleasure his friende wil not stick to make a iade of himselfe but I pray you goodman fâ—iend let me moue a question to you Deuil What 's that Miles I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble Deuil An amble Miles T is well but take heede it be not a trot But t is no matter I le 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 I le put you to a false gallop I le make you feele the benefit of my spurs Deuil Get vp vpon my back Miles Oh Lord here 's euen a goodly meruaile when a man rides to hell on the Deuils backe Exeunt roring Enter the Emperour with a pointles sword next the King of Castile carrying a sword with a point Lacie carying the globe Ed. Warrâ—carrying arod of gold with a doue on it Ermsby with a crowne and Scepter The queene with the faire maide of Frisingfield on her left hand Henry â—acon with other Lords attending Edward Great potentates earths miracles for state Thinke that prince Edward humbles at your feet And for these fauours on his martiall sword He vowes perpetuall homage to yourselues Yeelding these honours vnto Ellinour Henrie Gramercies Lordlings old Plantagenet That rules and swayes the Albion diademe With teares discouers these conceaued ioyes And vowes requitall if his men at armes The wealth of England or due honours done To Ellinour may quite his fauorites But all this while what say you to the Dames That shine like to the cristall lampes of heauen Emperour If but a third were added to these two They did surpasse those gorgeous images That gloried Ida with rich beauties wealth Margret T is I my lords who humbly on my knee Must yelde her orisons to mightiâ— Ioue For lifting vp his handmaide to this state Brought from her homely cottage to the court And graste with Kings Princes and Emperours To whom next to the noble Lincolne Earle I vowe obedience and such humble loue As may a handmaid to such mightie men Ellinour Thou mâ—rtiall man that wears the Almaine crowne And you the westerne Potentates of might The Albian Princesse English Edwards wife Prowde that the louely star of Frisingfield Faire Margret Countesse to the Lincolne Earle Attendes on Ellinour gramercies Lord for her T is I giue thanks for Margret to you all And rest for her due bounden to your selues Henrie Seeing the marriage is solemnised Le ts martch in triumph to the royall feast But why stands Frier Bacon here so mute Bacon Repentant for the follies of my youth That Magicks secreat misteries misled And ioyfull that this roiall marriage Portendes such blisse vnto this matchles realme Hen. Why Bacon what straunge eueÌ„t shall happeÌ„ to this land Or what shall grow from Edward and his Queene Bacon I find by deepe praescience of mine art Which once I tempred in my secreat cell That here where Brute did build his Troynouant From forth the royall garden of a King Sâ—all flowrish out so rich and faire a bud Whose brightnesse shall deface proude Phoebus flowrâ— And ouer-shadow Albion with her leaues Til then Mars shalâ— be maister of the field But then the stormie threats of wars shall cease The horse shall stampe as careles of the pike Dâ—ums shall be turnd to timbrells of delight With wealthy fauours plentie shall enrich The strond that gladded wandring Brute to see And peace from heauen shall harbour in these leaues That gorgeous beautifies this matchles flower Appollos Hellitropian then shall stoope And Venus hyacinth shall vaile her top Iuno shall shut her Gilliflowers vp And Pallace bay shall bash her brightest greeneâ— Ceres carnation in consort with those Shall stoope and wonder at Dianas rose Henrie This Prophesie is mysticall But glorious commaunders of Europas loue That makes faire England like that wealthy I le Circled with Gihen and first Euphrates In royallising Henries Albion With presence of your princelie mightines Le ts march the tables all are spread And viands such as Englands wealth affoords Are ready set to furnish out the boords You shall haue welcome mighty potentates It rests to furnish vp this royall feast Only your hearts be frolick for the time Craues that we tast of nought but iouysaunce Thus glories England ouer all the west Exeunt omnes Finis Frier Bacon made by Robert Greene Maister of Arts. Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit vtilâ— dulci. Sâ—t down and knocke your head