Wales I le giue Liuing and lands to strength thy Colledge state Warren Good Fryer helpe the Prince in this Raphe Why seruant Ned will not the Fryer doe it Were not my sword glued to my scabberd by coniuration I would cut off his head and make him doe it by force Miles In faith my Lord your manhood and your sword is all alike they are so fast coniured that we shall neuer see them Ermsby What Doctor in a dumpe tush helpe the Prince And thou shalt see how liberall he will proue Bacon Craue not such actions greater dumps then these I will my Lord straine out my magicke spels For this day comes the Earle of Fresingfield And fore that night shuts in the day with darke They 'le be betrothed each to other fast But come with me wee le to my study straight And in a glasse prospectiue I will shew What 's done this day in merry Fresingfield Edward Gramercies Bacon I will quite thy paine Bacon But send your traine my Lord into the Towne My scholler shall goe bring them to their Inne Meane while wee le see the knauery of the Earle Edward Warren leaue me and Ermsby take the foole Let him be master and goe reuell it Till I and Fryer Bacon talke a while Warren We will my Lord Raphe Faith Ned and I le Lord it out till thou commest I le be Prince of Wales ouer all the blacke pots in Oxford Exeunt Bacon and Edward gos into the study Bacon Now frolicke Edward welcome to my Cell Here tempers Fryer Bacon many toyes And holds this place his Consistory Court Wherein the deuils pleade homage to his words Within this glasse prospectiue thou shalt see This day what 's done in merry Fresingfield Tvvixt louely Peggie and the Lincolne Earle Edward Fryer thou gladst me now shall Edward trie How Lacy meaneth to his Soueraigne Lord Bacon Stand there and looke directly in the glasse Enter Margret and Fryer Bungay Bacon What sees my Lord Edward I see the Keepers louely lasse appeare As bright-sunne as the Paramour of Mars Onely attended by a iolly Fryer Bacon Sit still and keepe the cristall in your eye Margret But tell me Fryer Bungay is it true That this faire courteous Country Swaine Who sayes his father is a Farmer nye Can be Lord Lacy Earle of Lincolnshire Bungay Peggie 't is true 't is Lacy for my life Or else mine Art and cunning both doe faile Left by Prince Edward to procure his loues For he in greene that holpe to run 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 Fryer I would his humble hand-maid be And for great wealth quite him with courtesie Bungay Why Margret dost loue him Margret His personage like the pride of vaunting Troy Might well auouch to shadow Hellens cape His wit is quicke and ready in conceit As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime Courteous ah Fryer full of pleasing smiles Trust me I loue too much to tell thee more Suffice to me he is Englands Paramour Bungay Hath not each eye that viewd thy pleasing face Surnamed thee faire mayd of Fresingfield Margret Yes Bungay and would God the louely Earle Had that in esse that so many sought Bungay Feare not the Fryer will not be behind To shew his cunning to entangle Loue Edward I thinke the Fryer courts the bonny wench Bacon me thinkes he is a lustie churle Bacon Now looke my Lord Enter Lacy Edwards Gogs wounds Bacon here comes Lacy Bacon Sit still my Lord and marke the Comedy Bungay Here 's Lacy Margret step aside a while Lacy. Daphne the Damsell that caught Phoebus fast And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes Was not so beautious in Apollo's eyes As is faire Margret to the Lincolne Earle Recant thee Lacy thou art put in trust Edward thy Soueraignes son hath chosen thee A secret friend to court her for himselfe And darest thou wrong thy Prince with trecherie Lacy Loue makes no exception of a friend Nor deemes it of a Prince but as a man Honour bids me controll him in his lust His wooing is not for to wed the girle But to intrap her and beguile the lasse Lacy thou louest then brooke not such abuse But wed her and abide thy Princes frowne For dye then see her liue disgrac'd Margret Come Fryer I will shake him from his dumpes How cheere you sir a penny for your thought Your early vp pray God it be the neere What' are come from Beckles in a morne so soone Lacy. 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 minde hath felt a heape of passions Margret A trusty man that court it for your friend Woo you still for the Courtier all in greene I maruell that he sues not for himselfe Lacy. Peggie I pleaded first to get your grace for him But when mine eyes suruaid 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 very hasty for to garden well Seeds must haue time to sprout before they spring Loue ought to creepe as doth the dyals shade For timely ripe is rotten too too soone Bungay Deus hic roome for a merry Fryer What youth of Beckles with the Keepers Lasse 'T is well but tell me here you any newes Margret No Fryer what newes Bungay Heare you not how the Purseuants doe poast With Proclamations through each Country towne Lacy. For what gentle Fryer tell the newes Bungay Dwelst thou in Beckles hear'st not these newes Lacy the Earle of Lincolne is late fled From Windsor Court disguised like a Swaine And lurkes about the Country here vnknowne Henry suspects him of some treachery And therefore doth proclaime in euery way That who can take the Lincolne Earle shall haue Paid in the Exchequer twenty thousand Crownes Lacy. The Earle of Lincolne Fryer thou art mad It was some other thou mistakest the man The Earle of Lincolne why it cannot be Margret Yes very well my Lord for you are he The Keepers daughter tooke you prisoner Lord Lacy 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 in iest Margret In iest with you but earnest vnto me For why these wrongs doe 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 deny but tyred thus in rags I liued disguisd to win faire Peggies loue Margret What loue is there where wedding ends not
Banish thou fancie and imbrace reuenge And in one toombe 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 Sarazens And broughtst home triumph on thy Lances point And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe Is 't princely to disseuer Louers loues Leaue Ned and make a vertue of this fault And further Peg and Lacy in their loues So in subduing fancies passion Conquering thy selfe thou get'st the richest spoile Lacy rise vp Faire Peggie here 's my hand The Prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts And all his loues he yeelds vnto the Earle Lacy enioy the maid of Fresingfield Make her thy Lincolne Countesse at the Church And Ned as he is true Plantagenet Will giue her to thee frankly for thy wife Lacy. Humbly I take her of my Soueraigne As if that Edward gaue me Englands right And rich't me with the Albion Diadem Margret And doth the English Prince meane true Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loues And yeeld the title of a Country maid Vnto Lord Lacy Edward I will faire Peggie as I am true Lord Margret Then Lordly Sir whose conquest is as great In conquering loue as Casars victories Margret as milde and humble in her thoughts As was Aspatia vnto Cyrus selfe Yeelds thanks and next Lord Lacy doth inshrine Edward the second secret in her heart Edward Gramercy Peggie now that vowes are past And that your loues are not to be reuolt Once Lacy friends againe come we will poast To Oxford for this day the King is there And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor Peggie I must goe see and view my wife I pray God I like her as I loued thee Beside Lord Lincolne we shall heare dispute Twixt Fryer Bacon and learned Vandermast Peggy we 'le leaue you for a weeke or two Margret As it please Lord Lacy but loues foolish looks Thinke footsteps miles and minutes to be houres Lacy. I le hasten Peggie to make short returne But please your Honour goe vnto the Lodge We shall haue Butter Cheese and Venison And yesterday I brought for Margret A lusty bottle of neat Clarret wine Thus can we feast and entertaine your Grace Edward 'T is cheere Lord Lacy for an Emperour If he respect the person and the place Come let vs in for I will all this night Ride poast vntill I come to Bacons cell Exeunt Enter Henry 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 battling pastures laid with Kine and Flocks The Towne gorgeous with high built Colledges And Schollers seemely in their graue attire Learned in searching the principles of Art What is thy iudgement Iaques Vandermast Vander. That Lordly are the buildings of the Towne Spatious the roomes and full of pleasant walkes But for the Doctors how that they be learned It may be meanely for ought I can heare Bungay I tell thee Germane Haspurge holds none such None read so deepe as Oxenford containes There are within our Academicke state Men that may lecture it in Germany To all the Doctors of your Belgicke Scholes Henry 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 Fryer can Vandermast Before rich Europes Worthies put thou forth The doubtfull question vnto Vandermast Bungay Let it be this Whether the spirits of Piromancy or Geomancy be most predominant in Magicke Vander. I say of Piromancy Bungay And I of Geomancy Vander. The Cabbalists that write of Magicke spels As Hermes Melchre and Pythagoras Affirme that 'mongst the quadruplicity Of elementall essence Terra is but thought To be a punctum squared to the rest And that the compasse of ascending elements Exceed in bignesse as they doe in height Iudging the concaue Circle of the Sunne To hold the rest in his Circumference If then as Hermes sayes the fire be great'st Purest and onely giueth shapes to spirits Then must these Demones that haunt that place Be euery way superiour to the rest Bungay I reason not of elementall shapes Nor tell I of the concaue latitudes Noting their essence nor their quality But of the spirits that Piromancy calls And of the vigour of the Geomanticke Fiends I tell thee Germane Magicke hants the grounds And those strange Negromanticke spels That worke such shewes and wondring in the world Are acted by those Geomanticke sprites That Hermes calleth Terrae filij The fierie spirits are but transparent shades That lightly passe as Heralds to beare newes But earthly Fiends cloz'd in the lowest deepe Disseuer mountaines if they be but char'd Being more grosse and massie in their power Vandermast Rather these earthly Geomantike spirits Are dull and like the place where they remaine For when proud Lucifer fell from the heauens The spirits and Angels that did sin with him Retain'd their locall essence as their faults All subiects vnder Lunas Continent The 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 then the rest As hauing greater sinne and lesser grace Therefore such grosse and earthly spirits doe serue For Iuglers Witches and vild Sorcerers Whereas the Piromanticke Genij Are mighty swift and of farre reaching power But grant that Geomancie hath most force Bungay to please these mighty Potentates Proue 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 Bungay Shew thee the Tree leau'd with refined gold Whereon the fearefull Dragon held his seate That watcht the Garden cald Hesperides Subdued and wonne by conquering Hercules Vandermast Well done Here Bungay coniures and the Tree appeares with the Dragon shooting fire Henrie What say you Royall Lordlings to my Fryer Hath he not done a point of cunning skill Vander. Ech Scholler in the Negromanticke spels Can doe as much as Bungay hath perform'd But as Alemenas bastard rais'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 piecemeale from the roote Hercules Prodi Prodi Hercules Hercules appeares in his Lyons skin Hercules Quis me vult 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 Here 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 worthy to be counted learned Bungay I cannot Vander. Cease Hercules vntill I giue thee charge Mighty Commander of this English I le Henrie come from
Fates Grudge that a mortall man should doe so much Hell trembled at my deepe commanding spels Fiends frownd to see a man their ouer-match Bacon might boast more then a man might boast But now the braues of Bacon haue an end Europes conceit of Bacon hath an end His seuen yeeres practice sorteth to ill end And villaine sith my glorie hath an end I will appoint thee fatall to some end Villaine auoid get thee from Bacons sight Vagrant goe rome and range about the world And perish as a vagabond on earth Miles Why then sir you forbid me your seruice Bacon My seruice villaine with a fatall curse That dire full plagues and mischiefe fall on thee Miles T is no matter I am against you with the old prouerb The more the Foxe is 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 weary steps Vntill they doe transport thee quicke to hell For Bacon shall haue neuer merry day To lose the fame and honour of his Head Exit Enter Emperour Castile Henry Ellinor Edward Lacie Raphe Emper. Now louely Prince the Prince of Albions wealth How fares the Lady Ellinor and you What haue you courted and found Castile fit To answere England in equiuolence Wilt be a match twixt bonny Nell and thee Edward Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece And not lye fettered in faire Hellens lookes Or Phoebus scape those piercing amorits That Daphne glanced at his deitie Can Edward then sit by a flame and freeze Whose heat puts Hellen and faire Daphne downe Now Monarks aske the Lady if we gree Henry What Madam hath my sonne 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 affectionate As Edward hath in England what he wonne in Spaine Castile A match my Lord these wantons needs must loue Men must haue wiues and women must be wed Let 's haste the day to honour vp the rites Raphe Sirra Harry shall Ned marry Nell Henry I Raphe how then Raphe Mary Harry follow my counsell send for Fryer Bacon to marry them for hee le so coniure him and her with his Nigromancy that they shall loue together like Pigge Lambe whilest they liue Castile But hearst thou Raphe art thou content to haue Ellinor to thy Lady Raphe I so she will promise me two things Castile What 's that Raphe Raphe That she will neuer scold with Ned nor fight with me Sirra Harry I haue put her downe with a thing vnpossible Henry What 's that Raphe Raphe Why Harry didst thou euer see that a woman could both hold her tongue and her hands no but when egge-pyes grow on Apple-trees then will thy gray Mare proue a Bag-piper Emperour What sayes the Lord of Castile and the Earle of Lincolne that they are in such earnest and secret talke Castile I stand my Lord amazed at his talke How he discourseth of the constancy Of one surnam'd for beauties excellence The faire maid of Fresingfield Henry T is true my Lord t is wondrous for to heare Her beautie passing Marses Paramour Her virgins right as rich as Vestas was Lacy and Ned haue told me miracles Castile What sayes Lord Lacy shall she be his wife Lacy. Or else Lord Lacy is vnfit to liue May it please your Highnesse giue me leaue to poast To Fresingfield I le fetch the bonny girle And proue in true apparance at the Court What I haue vouched often with my tongue Henry Lacy goe to the Quiry of my Stable And take such Coursers as shall fit thy turne Hie thee to Fresingfield and bring home the Lasse And for her fame flies through the English coast If it may please the Lady Ellinor One day shall match your Excellence and her Ellinor We Castile Ladies are not very coy Your Highnesse may command a greater boone And glad were I to grace the Lincolne Earle With being partner of his marriage day Edward Gramercy Nell for I doe loue the Lord As he that 's second to my selfe in loue Raphe You loue her Madam Nell neuer beleeue him you though he sweares he loues you Ellinor Why Raphe Raphe Why his loue is like vnto a Tapsters glasse that is broken with euery tutch for he loued the faire maid of Fresingfield once out of all hoe nay Ned neuer winke vpon me I care not I Hen. Raphe tels all you shall haue a good Secretary of him But Lacy haste thee poast to Fresingfield For ere thou hast fitted all things for her state The solemne marriage day will be at hand Lacy. I goe my Lord Exit Lacy Emperour How shall we passe this day my Lord Henry To horse my Lord the day is passing faire Wee le flie the Partridge or goe rouze the Deere Follow my Lords you shall not want for sport Exeunt Enter Fryer Bacon with Fryer Bungay to his Cell Bungay What meanes the Fryer that frolickt it of late To sit as melancholy in his Cell As if he had neither lost nor wonne to day Bacon Ah Bungay my brazen-head is spoil'd My glory gone my seuen yeeres study lost The fame of Bacon bruted through the world Shall end and perish with this deepe disgrace Bungay Bacon hath built foundation on his fame So surely on the wings of true report With acting strange and vncoth miracles As this cannot infringe what he deserues Bacon Bungay sit downe for by prospectiue skill I find this day shall fall out ominous Some deadly act shall betide me ere I sleepe But what and wherein little can I gesse Bungay My minde is heauy whatsoere shall hap Enter two Schollers sonnes to Lambert and Serlsby Knocke Bacon Who 's that knockes Bungay Two Schollers that desire to speake with you Bac. Bid thē come in Now my youths what would you haue 1. Scholler Sir we are Suffolke men neighbouring friends Our fathers in their Countries lusty Squires Their lands adioyne in Crackfield mine doth dwell And his in Laxfield we are Colledge mates Sworne brothers as our fathers liue as friends Bacon To what end is all this 2. Scholler Hearing your worship kept within your Cell A glasse prospectiue wherein men might see What so their thoughts or hearts desire could wish We come to know how that our fathers fare Bacon My glasse is free for euery honest man Sit downe and you shall see ere long How or in what state your friendly fathers liue Meane while tell me your names Lambert Mine Lambert 3. Scholler And mine Serlsby Bacon Bungay I smell there will be a Tragedy Enter Lambert and Serlsby with Rapiers and Daggers Lambert Serlsby thou hast kept thine houre like a man Th' art worthy of the title of a Squire That durst for proofe of thy affection And
Lacy which contents you best To be a Nun or else Lord Lacies wife Lacy. A good motion Peggie your answere must be short Marg. The flesh is frayle my Lord doth know it well That when he comes with his inchanting face Whatsoere betide I cannot say him nay Off goes the habit of a maidens heart And seeing fortune will faire Fremingham And all the shew of holy Nuns farewell Lacy for me if he will be my Lord Lacy. Peggie thy Lord thy loue thy husband Trust me by truth of Knighthood that the King Stayes for to marry matchlesse Ellinor Vntill 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 Deere of Fresingfield to me Ermesby I pray thee my Lord of Sussex why art thou in a browne study Warraine To see the nature of women that be they neuer so neere God yet they loue to dye in a mans armes Lacy. What haue you fit for breakefast we haue hied and poasted all this night to Fresingfield Margret Butter and cheese and humbles of a Deere Such as poore Keepers haue within their Lodge Lacy. And not a bottle of wine Margret Wee le find one for my Lord Lacy. Come Sussex let 's in wee shall haue more for shee speakes least to hold her promise sure Exeunt Enter a Deuill to seeke Miles Deuill How restlesse are the ghosts of hellish sprites When euery Charmer with his Magicke spels Cals vs from nine-fold trenched Phlegiton To scud and ouer-scoure the earth in poast Vpon the speedy wings of swiftest winds Now Bacon hath raisd me from the darkest deepe To search about the world for Miles his man For Miles and to torment his lazy bones For carelesse watching of his brazen-head See where he comes Oh he is mine Enter Miles with a gowne and a corner cap Miles A Scholler quoth you mary sir I would I had been made a bottle-maker when I was made a scholler for I can get neither to be a Deacon Reader nor Schoole-master no not the Clarke of a Parish some call me dunce another saith my head is as full of Latine as an eg 's full of oate-meale thus I am tormented that the Deuill and Frier Bacon haunts me Good Lord here 's one of my masters Deuils I le goe speake to him what master Plutus how cheere you Deuill Doost thou know me Miles Know you sir why are not you one of my masters Deuils that were wont to come to my master Doctor Bacon at Brazen-nose Deuill Yes mary am I Miles Good Lord M. Plutus I haue seene you a thousand times at my masters and yet I had neuer the manners to make you drinke but sir I am glad to see how conformable you are to the state I warrant you he 's as yeomanly a man as you shall see marke you masters here 's a plain honest man without welt or gard but I pray you sir doe you come lately from hell Deuill I mary how then Miles Faith t is a place I haue desired long to see haue you not good tippling houses there may not a man haue a lusty fire there a pot 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 Deuill All this you may haue there Miles You are for me friend and I am for you but I pray you may I not haue an office there Deuill Yes a thousand what wouldst thou be Miles By my troth sir in a place where I may profit my selfe I know hell is a hot place and men are maruellous dry and much drinke is spent there I would be a Tapster Deuill 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 Deuill Thou shalt ride on my backe Miles Now surely here 's a courteous deuill that for to pleasure his friend will not sticke to make a Iade of himselfe but I pray you goodman friend let me moue a question to you Deuill What 's that Miles I pray you whether is your pace a trot or an amble Deuill An amble Miles T is well but take heed it be not a trot But t is no matter I le preuent it Deuill What doest Miles Mary friend I put on my spurs for if I find your pace either a trot or else vneasie I le put you to a false gallop I le make you feele the benefit of my spurs Deuill Get vp vpon my backe Miles Oh Lord here 's euen a goodly maruell when a man rides to hell on the Deuils backe Exeunt roaring Enter the Emperour with a pointlesse sword next the King of Castile carrying a sword with a point Lacy carrying the Globe Edward Warraine carrying a rod of gold with a Doue on it Ermsby with a Crowne and Scepter the Queene with the faire maide of Fresingfield on her left hand Henry Bacon 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 your selues Yeelding these honours vnto Ellinour Henrie Gramercies Lordings old Plantagenet That rules and swayes the Albion Diademe With teares discouers these conceiued ioyes And vowes requitall if his men at armes The wealth of England or due honours done To Ellinor may quite his Fauorites But all this while what say you to the Dames That shine like to the christall 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 yeeld her horisons to mighty 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 vow obedience and such humble loue As may a handmaid to such mighty men Ellinor Thou martiall man that weares the Almaine Crown And you the Westerne Potentates of might The Albian Princesse English Edwards wife Proud that the louely star of Fresingfield Faire Margret Countesse to the Lincolne Earle Attends on Ellinour gramercies Lord for her T is I giue thankes for Margret to you all And rest for her due bounden to your selues Henrie Seeing the marriage is solemnized Let 's march in triumph to the Royall feast But why stands Fryer Bacon here so mute Bacon Repentant for the follies of my youth That Magicks secret mysteries misled And ioyfull that this Royall marriage Portends such blisse vnto this matchlesse Realme Hen. Why Bacon what strange euent shall happē to this Lād Or what shall grow from Edward and his Queene Bacon I find by deepe praescience of mine Art Which once I tempred in my secret Cell That here where Brute did build his Troynouant From forth the Royall Garden of a King Shall flourish out so rich and faire a bud Whose brightnesse shall deface proud Phoebus flowre And ouer-shadow Albion with her leaues Till then Mars shall be master of the field But then the stormy threats of wars shall cease The horse shall stampe as carelesse of the pike Drums shall be turn'd to timbrels of delight With wealthy fauours plenty shall enrich The strond that gladded wandring Brute to see And peace from heauen shall harbour in these leaues That gorgeous beautifies this matchlesse flower Apollos Hellitropian then shall stoope And Ʋenus hyacinth shall vaile her top Iuno shall shut her Gilliflowers vp And Pallas Bay shall bash her brightest greene Ceres carnation in confort with those Shall stoope and wonder at Diana's Rose Henrie This Prophesie is mysticall But glorious Commanders of Europa's loue That makes faire England like that wealthy Ile Circled with Gihen and first Euphrates In Royallizing Henries Albion With presence of your princely mightinesse Let 's march the tables all are spred And viandes such as Englands wealth affords Are ready set to furnish out the bords You shall haue welcome mighty Potentates It rests to furnish vp this Royall Feast Only your hearts be frolicke for the time Craues that we taste of nought but iouysance Thus glories England ouer all the West Exeunt omnes Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit vtile dulci. 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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
Augustus Kingly countermatch Shal be carrowst in English Henries feasts Candy shall yeeld the richest of her canes Persia downe her Volga by Canows Send downe the secrets of her spicerie The Africke Dates mirabiles of Spaine Conserues and Suckets from Tiberias Cates from Iudea choiser then the lampe That fiered Rome with sparkes of gluttony Shall beautifie the boord for Fredericke And therefore grudge not at a Fryers feast Enter two Gentlemen Lambert and Serlsby with the Keeper Lambert Come frolicke Keeper of our Lieges game Whose table spred hath euer Venison And iacks of wine to welcome passengers Know I am in loue with iolly Margret That ouer-shines our Damsels as the Moone Darkneth the brightest sparkles of the night In Laxfield here my land and liuing lies I le make thy daughter ioynter of it all So thou consent to giue her to my wife And I can spend fiue hundred markes a yeere Serlsby I am the Lands-lord Keeper of thy holds By coppy all thy liuing lies in me Laxfield did neuer see me raise my due I will infeoffe Margret in all So she will take her to a lusty Squire Keeper Now courteous Gentles if the Keepers girle Hath pleas'd the liking fancy of you both And with her beauty hath subdued your thoughts 'T is doubtfull to decide the question It ioyes me that such men of great esteeme Should lay their liking on this base estate And that her state should grow so fortunate To be a wife to meaner men then you But sith such Squires will stoope to Keepers fee I will t' auoyd displeasure of you both Call Margret forth and she shall make her choise Exit Lambert Content Keeper send her vnto vs Why Serlsby is thy wife so lately dead Are all thy loues so lightly passed ouer As thou canst wed before the yeere be out Serlsby I liue not Lambert to content the dead Nor was I wedded but for life to her The graue ends and begins a married state Enter Margret Lambert Peggie the louely flowers of all townes Suffolks faire Hellen and rich Englands star Whose beauty tempered with her huswifrie Makes England talke of merry Fresingfield Serlsby I cannot tricke it vp with poesies Nor paint my passions with comparisons Nor tell a tale of Phoebus and his loues But this beleeue me Laxfield here is mine Of ancient rent seuen hundred pounds a yeere And if thou canst but loue a Country Squire I will infeoffe thee Margret in all I cannot flatter trie me if thou please Mar. Braue neighb'ring Squires the stay of Suffolks clime A Keepers daughter is too base in gree To match with men accounted of such worth But might I not displease I would reply Lambert Say Peggie nought shall make vs discontent Margret Then Gentiles note that loue hath little stay Nor can the flames that Venus sets on fire Be kindled but by fancies motion Then pardon Gentiles if a maids reply Be doubtfull while I haue debated with my selfe Who or of whom Ioue shall constraine me like Serlsby Let it be me and trust me Margret The meads inuironed with siluer streames Whose battling pastures fatten all my flockes Yeelding forth fleeces stapled with such wooll As Lempster cannot yeeld more finer stuffe And forty kine with faire and burnisht heads With strouting dugs that paggle to the ground Shall serue thy dary if thou wed with me Lambert Let passe the Country wealth as flocks and kine And lands that waue with Ceres golden sheaues Filling my barnes with plenty of the fields But Peggie if thou wed thy selfe to me Thou shalt haue garments of imbrodred silke Lawnes and rich net-works for thy head attire Costly shall be thy faire habilliments If thou wilt be but Lamberts louing wife Margret Content you Gentles you haue proffered faire And more then fits a Country maids degree But giue me leaue to counsaile me a time For fancie bloomes not at the first assault Giue me but ten dayes respit and I will reply Which or to whom my selfe affectionates Serlsby Lambert I tell thee thou art importunate Such beauty fits not such a base Esquire It is for Serlsby to haue Margret Lamb. Thinkst thou with wealth to ouer-reach me Serlsby I scorne to brooke thy Country braues I dare thee Coward to maintaine this wrong At dint of Rapier single in the field Serlsby I le answere Lambert what I haue auoucht Margret farewell another time shall serue Exit Serlsby Lambert I le follow Peggie farewell to thy selfe Listen how well I le answer for thy loue Exit Lambert Margret How Fortune tempers lucky happes with frownes And wrongs me with the sweets of my delight Loue is my blisse and loue is now my bale Shall I be Hellen in my forward fates As I am Hellen in my matchlesse hue And set rich Suffolke with my face a fire If louely Lacy were but with his Peggie The cloudy darkenesse of his bitter frowne Would checke the pride of these aspiring Squires Before the terme of ten dayes be expired When as they looke for answer of their loues My Lord will come to merry Fresingfield And end their fancies and their follies both Till when Peggie be blithe and of good cheere Enter a Poast with a letter and a bag of gold Poast Faire louely Damsell which way leads this path How might I poast me vnto Fresingfield Which footpath leadeth to the Keepers Lodge Margret Your way is ready and this path is right My selfe doe dwell hereby in Fresingfield And if the Keeper be the man you seeke I am his daughter may I know the cause Poast Louely and once beloued of my Lord No maruell if his eye was lodg'd so low When brighter beauty is not in the heauens The Lincolne Earle hath sent you Letters here And with them iust an hundred pounds in gold Sweet bonny wench read them and make reply Margret The scrowles that loue sent Danaë Wrapt in rich closures of fine burnisht gold Were not more welcome then these lines to me Tell me whilst that I doe vnrip the scales Liues Lacy well how fares my louely Lord Poast Well if that wealth may make men to liue well The letter and Margret reades it THe bloomes of the Almond tree grow in a night vanish in a morne the flies Haemerae faire Peggie take life with the Sunne and die with the dew fancy that slippeth in with a gaze goeth out with a winke and too timely loues haue euer the shortest length I write this as thy greife and my folly who at Fresingfield lou'd that which time hath taught me to be but meane dainties eyes are dissemblers and fancie is but queasie therefore know Margret I haue chosen a Spanish Lady to be my wife chiefe wayting-woman to the Princesse Ellinor a Lady faire and no lesse faire then thy selfe honorable and wealthy in that I forsake thee I leaue thee to thine owne liking and for thy dowry I haue sent thee an hundred pounds euer assure thee of my fauour which shall auaile thee