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The honorable historie of Frier Bacon, and Frier Bongay As it was lately plaid by the Prince Palatine his Seruants. Made by Robert Greene, Master of Arts.; Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay
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Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.
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thence Espie her loues and who she liketh best Coat him and court her to controle the clowne Say that the Courtier tyred all in greene That helpt her handsomly to run her cheese And fild her fathers lodge with venison Commends him and sends fairings to her selfe Buy something worthy of her parentage Not worth her beauty for Lacie then the Faire Affords no Iewell fitting for the mayd And when thou talkest of me note if she blush Oh then she loues but if her cheekes waxe pale Disdaine it is Lacie send how she fares And spare no time nor cost to win her loues Lacie I will my Lord so execute this charge As if that Lacie were in loue with her Edward Send letters speedily to Oxford of the newes Raphe And sirra Lacie buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bells Lacie What wilt thou doe with them Raphe Raphe Mary euery time that Ned sighs for the Keepers daughter I le tye a bell about him so within three or foure dayes I will send word to his father Harry that his sonne and my master Ned is become Loues Morris dance Edward Well Lacie looke with care vnto thy charge And I will haste to Oxford to the Fryer That he by Art and thou by secret gifts Maist make me Lord of merry Fresingfield Lacie God send your Honour your hearts desire Exeunt Enter Fryer Bacon with Miles his poore scholer with bookes vnder his arme with them Burden Mason Clement three Doctors Bacon Miles where are you Miles Hic sum doctissime reuerendissime Doctor Bacon Attulisti nos libros meos de Necromantia Miles Ecce quam bonum quam incundum habitare libros in vnum Bacon Now Masters of our Academick State That rule in Oxford Vice-roies in your place Whose heads containe Maps of the liberall Arts Spending your time in depth of learned skill Why flocke you thus to Bacons secret Cell A Fryer newly stalde in Brazennose Say what 's your minde that I may make reply Burden Bacon we heare that song we haue suspect That thou art read in Magicks mystery In Piromancy to diuine by flames To tell by Hadromaticke ebbes and tides By Aeromancy to discouer doubts To plaine out questions as Apollo did Bacon Well Master Burden what of all this Miles Mary sir he doth but fulfill by rehearsing of these names the Fable of the Fox the Grapes that which is aboue vs pertaines nothing to vs Burden I tell thee Bacon Oxford makes report Nay England and the Court of Henry sayes Th art making of a brazen head by Art Which shall vnfold strange doubts and Aphorismes And read a Lecture in Philosophy And by the helpe of Deuils and ghastly fiends Thou meanst ere many yeeres or dayes be past To compasse England with a wall of brasse Bacon And what of this Miles What of this Master why he doth speake mystically for he knowes if your skill faile to make a brazen head yet Mother Waters strong Ale will fit his turne to make him haue a copper nose Clement Bacon we come not greeuing at thy skill But ioying that our Academy yeelds A man suppos'd the wonder of the world For if thy cunning worke these miracles England and Europe shall admire thy fame And Oxford shall in characters of brasse And statues such as were built vp in Rome Eternize Fryer Bacon for his Art Mason Then gentle Fryer tell vs thy intent Bacon Seeing you come as friends vnto the Fryer Resolue you Doctors Bacon can by bookes Make storming Boreas thunder from his caue And dimme faire Luna to a darke Eclipse The great Arch-ruler potentate of hell Trembles when Bacon bids him or his fiends Bow to the force of his Pentageron What Art can worke the frolicke Fryer knowes And therefore will I turne my Magicke bookes And straine out Nigromancie to the deepe I haue contriu'd and fram'd a head of brasse I made Belcephon hammer out the stuffe And that by Art shall read Philosophy And I will strengthen England by my skill That if ten Caesars liu'd and raign'd in Rome With all the Legions Europe doth containe They should not touch a grasse of English ground The worke that Ninus reard at Babylon The brazen walls fram'd by Semiramis Carued out like to the portall of the Sunne Shall not be such as rings the English strond From Douer to the market place of Rye Burden Is this possible Miles I le bring ye two or three witnesses Burden What be those Miles Marry sir three or foure as honest Deuils and good companions as any be in hell Mason No doubt but Magicke may doe much in this For he that reads but Mathematicke rules Shall finde conclusions that auaile to worke Wonders that passe the common sence of men Burden But Bacon roues a bow beyond his reach And tels of more then Magicke can performe Thinking to get a fame by fooleries Haue I not past as farre in state of schooles And read of many secrets yet to thinke That heads of brasse can vtter any voyce Or more to tell of deepe Philosophy This is a Fable Aesope had forgot Bacon Burden thou wrongst me in detracting thus Bacon loues not to stuffe himselfe with lyes But tell me fore these Doctors if thou dare Of certaine questions I shall moue to thee Burden I will aske what thou can Miles Mary sir hee 'le straight bee on your pick packe to know whether the feminine or the masculine gender be most worthy Bacon Were you not yesterday Master Burden at Henly vpon Themes Burden I was what then Bacon What booke studyed you thereon all night Burden i none at all I read not there a line Bacon Then Doctors Fryer Bacons Art knowes nought Clement What say you to this Master Burden doth hee not touch you Burden I passe not of his friuolous speeches Miles Nay Master Burden my master ere hee hath done with you will turne you from a Doctor to a dunce and shake you so small that he will leaue you no more learning in you then is in Balams Asse Bacon Masters for that learned Burdens skill is deepe And sore he doubts of Bacons Cabalisme I le shew you why he haunts to Henly oft Not Doctors for to taste the fragrant aire But there to spend the night in Alcumy To multiply with secret spels of Art Thus priuat steales he learning from vs all To proue my saying true I le shew you straight The booke he keepes at Henly for himselfe Miles Nay now my master goes to coniuration take heede Bacon Masters stand still feare not I le shewe you but his booke Here hee coniures Per omnes deos infernales Belcephon Enter a woman with a shoulder of mutton on a spit and a Deuid Miles Oh master cease your coniuration or you spoile all for her 's a she deuill come with a shoulder of mutton on a spit you haue marde the deuils supper but no doubt he thinkes our Colledge fare is slender and so hath sent
in with Towres Welcome my Lords welcome braue westerne Kings To Englands shore whose promontory cleeues Shewes Albion is another little world Welcome sayes English Henry to you all Chiefly vnto the louely Eleonor Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas And venture as Agenors Damsell through the deepe To get the loue of Henries wanton son Castile Englands rich Monarke braue Plantagenet The Pyren mounts swelling aboue the clouds That ward the wealthy Castile in with walls Could not detaine the beautious Eleanor But hearing of the same of Edwards youth She darde to brooke Neptunus haughty pride And bide the brunt of froward Eolus Then may faire England welcome her the more Elinor After that English Henry by his Lords Had sent Prince Edwards louely counterfeit A present to the Castile Elinor The comly pourtrait of so braue a man The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds Edwards couragious resolution Done at the holy Land fore Damas walls Led both mine eye and thoughts in equall links To like so of the English Monarchs sonne That I attempted perils for his sake Emperour Where is the Prince my Lord Henrie He posted downe not long since from the Court To Suffolke side to merry 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 Academy there To heare dispute amongst the learned men But we will send forth letters for my sonne To will him come from Oxford to the Court Emp. Nay rather Henry let vs as we be Ride for to visit Oxford with our traine Faine would I see your Vniuersities And what learned men your Academy yeelds From Haspurg haue I brought a learned Clerke To hold dispute with English Orators This Doctor surnam'd Iaques Vandermast A Germane 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 Mathematike rules Now let vs Henry trie him in your Schooles Henry He shall my Lord this motion likes me well Wee le progresse straight to Oxford with our traines And see what men our Academy brings And wonder Vandermast welcome to me In Oxford shalt thou finde a iolly Fryer Cald Fryer Bacon Englands only flowre Set him but Non-plus in his magicke spels And make him yeeld in Mathematicke rules And for thy glory I will bind thy browes Not with a Poets Garland made of Bayes But with a Coronet of choicest gold Whilst then we sit to Oxford with our troupes Le ts in and banquet in our English Court Exit Enter Raphe Simnell in Edwards apparell Edward Warren Ermsby disguised Raphe Where be these vagabond knaues that they attend no better on their master Edward If it please your Honour we are ready at an inch Raphe Sirra Ned I le haue no more poste-horse to ride on I le haue another fetch Ermsby I pray you how is that my Lord Raphe Mary sir I le send to the Ile of Eely for foure or fiue dozen of Geese and I le haue them tide sixe and sixe together with whip-cord Now vpon their backs will I haue a faire field bed with a Canopy 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 Brazen-nose Colledge before we pull off our bootes Ermsby Warren well motioned we will to the Fryer Before we reuell it within the towne Raphe see you keepe your countenance like a Prince Raphe Wherefore haue I such a company of cutting knaues to wait vpon me but to keepe defend my countenance against all mine enemies haue you not good swords and bucklers Enter Bacon and Miles Ermsby Stay who comes here Warren Some Scholer and we 'le aske him where Fryer Bacon is Bacon Why thou arrant dunce shall I neuer make thee good scholer doth not all the Towne crie out and say Fryer Bacons subsiser is the greatest block-head in all Oxford why thou canst not speake one word of true Latine Miles No sir yes what is this else Ego sum tuiu homo I am your man I warrant you sir as good Tullies phrase as any is in Oxford Bacon Come sirra what part of speech is Ego Miles Ego that is I mary nomen substantiuo Bacon How proue you that Miles Why sir let him proue himselfe and a will I can be heard felt and vnderstood Bacon Oh grosse dunce Here beate him Edward Come let vs breake off this dispute between these two Sirra where is Brazen-nose Colledge Miles Not farre from Copper-smiths hall Edward What doest thou mocke me Miles Nor I sir but what would you at Brazen-nose Ermsby Mary we would speake with Fryer Bacon Miles Whose men be you Ermsby Mary scholler here 's our master Raphe Sirra I am the master of these good-fellowes maist thou not know me to be a Lord by my reparrell Miles Then here 's good game for the hawke for here 's the master foole and a couie of Cockscombes one wise man I think would spring you all Edward Gogs wounds Warren kill him Warren Why Ned I thinke the deuill be in my sheath I cannot get out my dagger Ermsby Nor I mine Swones Ned I thinke I am bewitcht Miles A company of Scabbes the proudest of you all draw your weapon if he can See how boldly I speake now my master is by Edward I striue in vaine but if my sword be shut And coniured fast by magicke in my sheath Villaine here is my fist Strike him a boxe on the eare Miles Oh I beseech you coniure his hand too that he may not lift his armes to his head for he is light-finger'd 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 Bacon To thee Edward Who art thou Bacon Could you not iudge when all your swords grew fast That Fryer Bacon was not farre from hence Edward King Henries sonne and Prince of Wales Thy foole disguis'd cannot conceale thy selfe I know both Ermsby and the Sussex Earle Else Fryer Bacon had but little skill Thou comest in poast from merry Fresingfield Fast fancied to the Keepers bonny Lasse To craue some succour of the iolly Fryer And Lacy Earle 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 wooes and courts her for himselfe Warren Ned this is strange the Fryer knoweth all Ermsby Apollo could not vtter more then this Edward I stand amazed to heare this iolly Fryer Tell euen the very secrets of my thoughts But learned Bacon since thou knowest the cause Why I did poast so fast from Fresingfield Helpe Fryer at a pinch that I may haue The loue of louely Margret to my selfe And as I am true Prince of