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
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
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
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