may haue The loue of louely Margret to my selfe And as I am true Prince of Wales I le giue Liuing and lands to strength thy colledge state VVarren Good Frier helpe the Prince in this Raphe Why seruant Ned will not the frier doe it Were not my sword glued to my scabberd by coniuration I would cut off his head and make him do it by force Miles In faith my lord your manhood and your sword all alike they are so fast coniured that we shall neuer see them Ermsbie Wat doctor in a dumpe tush helpe the prince And thou shalt see how liberall he will prooue Bacon Craue not such actions greater dumps than these I will my lord straine out my magicke spels For this day comes the earle to Fresingfield And fore that night shuts in the day with darke Thei le be betâ—othed ech to other fast But come with me wâ—e le to my studie straight And in a glasse proâ—pectiue I will shew What 's done this day in mâ—rry Fresingfield Edward Gramercies Bacon I will quite thy paine Bacon But send your traine my lord into the towne My scholler shall go bring them to their Inne Meane while wee le see the knauerie of the earle Edâ—aâ—d Warren leaue me and Ermsbie take the foole Let him be maister and go reuell it Till I and Frier Bacon taâ—ke a while VVarrâ—n We will my lord Raphe Faith Ned and I le lord it out till thou comest I le be Prince of Wales ouer all the blacke pots in Oxford Exeunt Bacon and Edward goes into the study Bacon Now frolick â—dâ—ard welcome to my Cell Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies And holds this place his consistorie court Wherin the diuels pleads homage to his words Within this glasle prâ—â—pectiue thou shalt see This day what 's done in merry Fresingfield Twixt louely Peggie and the Lincolne earle Edward Frier thou gladst me nowshall Edward trie How Lacie meaneth to his soueraigne lord Bacon Stand there and looke directly in the glasse Enter Margret and Frier Bungayâ— Bacon What sees my lord Edward I see the keepers louely lasse appeare As bright-sunne as the parramour of Mars Onely attended by a iolly frier Bacon Sit still and keepe the christall in your eye Margret But tell me frier Bungay is it true That this faire courtious countrie swaine Who saies his father is a farmer nie Can be lord Lacie earle of Lincolnshire Bungaâ— Peggie t is true t is Lacie for my life Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile Left by prince Edward to procure his loues For he in greene that holpe you runne your cheese Is sonne to Henry and the prince of Wales Margret Be what he will his lure is but for lust But did lord Lacie like poore Margret Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse Frier I would his humble handmayd be And for great wealth quite him with courtesie Bungay Why Margret doest thou loue him Margret His personage like the pride ofvaunting Troy Might well auouch to shadow Hellens cape His witis quicke and readie in conceit As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime Courteous ah Frier full of pleasing smiles Trust me I loue too much to tell thee more Suffice to me he is Englands parramour Bungay Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing face Surnamed thee faire maid of Fresingfield Margret Yes Bungay and would God the loâ—ely Earle Had that in esse thatso many sought â—ungay Feare not the Frier will not be behind To shew his cunning to entangle loue Edward I thinke the Frier courts the bonny wench Bacon me thinkes he is a lustie churle Bacon Now looke my lord â—nter Lacie Edward Gogs wounds Bacon heere comes Lacie Bacon Sit still my lord and marke the commedie Bungay Heere 's Lacie Margret step aside awhile Lacie Daphne the damsell that caught Phaebus fast And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes Was not so beautious in Appollos eyes As is fâ—â—re Margret to the Lincolne earle Recant thee Lacie thou art put in trust Edward thy soueraignes sonne hath chosen thee A secret friend to court her for himselfe And darest thou wrong thy Prince with trecherie Lacie loue makes no acception of a friend Nor deemes it of a Prince but as a man Honour bids thee controll him in his lust His wooing is not for to wed the girle But to intrap her and beguile the lasse Lacie thou louest then brooke not such abuse But wed her and abide thy Princes frowne For better die then see her liue disgracde Margret Come Frier I will shake him from his dumpes How cheere you sir a penie for your thought Your early vp pray God it be the neere What come from Beckles in a morne so soone Lacie Thus watchfull are such men as liue in loue Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe I tell thee Peggie since last Harlston faire My mindâ— hath felt a heape of passions Margret A trustie man that court it for your friend Woo you still for the courtier all in greene I maruell that he sues not for himselfe Lacie Peggie I pleaded first to get your grace for him But when mine â—iâ—s furuaid your beautious lookes Loue like a wagge straight diued into my heart And there did shrine the Idea of your selfe Pittie me though I be a farmers sonne And measure not my riches but my loue Margret You are verâ—e hastie for to garden well Seeds must haue time to sprout before they spring Loue ought to creepe as doth the dials shade For timely ripe is rotten too too soone Bungay Deus hic roome for a merry Frier What youth of Beckles with the keepers lasse T is well but tell me heere you any newes Margret No Frier what newes Bungay Heere you not how the purseuants do post With proclamations through ech country towne Lacie For what gentle frier tell the newes Bungay Dwelst thou in Beckles heerst not of these news Lacie the Earle of Lincolne is late fled From Windsor court disguised like a swaine And lurkes about the countrie heere vnknowne Henrie suspects him of some trecherie And therefore doth proclaime in euery way That who can take the Lincolne earle shall haue Paid in the Exchequer twentie thousand crownes Lacie The earle of Lincoln Frier thou art mad It was some other thou mistakest the man The earle of Lincolne why it cannot be Margret Yes verie well my lord for you are he The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner Lord Lacie yeeld I le be your gailor once Edward How familiar they be Bacon Bacon Sit still and marke the sequell of their loues Lacie Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe Peggie I yeeld but are these newes iniest Margret In â—â—st with you but earnest vnto me For why these wrongs do wring me at the heart Ah how these earles and noble men of birth Flatter and faine to forge poore womens ill Lacie Beleeue me lasse I am the Lincolne earle I not denie but tyred thus in rags I
liued disguisd to winne faire Peggies loue Margret What loue is there where wedding ends not loue Lacie I meant faire girle to make thee Lacies wife Margret I 〈◊〉 thinke that earles wil stoop so low Lacie Say shalâ— I make thee countesse ere I sleep Marg. Handmaid vnto the earle so please himselfe A wife in name but seruant in obedience Lacie The Lincolne countesse for it shal be so I le plight the bands and seale it with a kisse Edward Gogs wounds Bacon they kisse I le stab them Bacon Oh hold your handes my lord it is the glasse Edward Coller to see the traitors gree so well Made me thinke the shadowes substances Bacon T were a long poinard my lord to reach betweene Oxford and Fresingfield but â—it still and see more Bungay Well lord of Lincolne if your loues be knit And thaâ— your tongues and thoughts do both agree To auoid insuing iarres I le hamper vp the match I le take my portace forth and wed you heere Then go to bed and seale vp your desires Lacie Frier content Peggie how like you this Margret What likes my lord is pleasing vnto me Bungay Then hand-fast hand and I wil to my booke Bacon What sees my lord now Edward Bacon I see the louers hand in hand The Frier readie with his portace there To wed them both then am I quite vndone Bacon helpe now if ere thy magicke serude Helpe Bacon stop the marriage now If diuels or nigromansie may suffice And I will giue thee fortie thousand crownes Bacon Feare not my lord I le stop the iolly Frier For mumbling vp his orisons this day Lacie VVhy speakst not Bungay Frier to thy booke Bungay is mute crying Hud hud. Margret How lookest thou frier as a man disttaughtâ— To see if he will take this taske in hand Clement Stay what rumor is this the towne is vp in a mutinie what hurly burlie is this Enter a Constable with Raphe Warren Ermsbie and Miles Constable Nay maisters if you were nere so good you shall before the doctors to aunswer your misdemeanour Burden What 's the matter fellow Constable Marie sir here 's a companie of rufflers that drinking in the Tauerne haue made a great braule and almost kilde the vintner Milâ—s Salue doctor Burden this lubberly lurden Ill shapte and ill faced disdaind and disgraced What he tels vnto vâ—bis mentitur de nobis Burden Who is the maister and cheeâ—e of this crew Miles Ecce asinum mundi fugura rotundi Neat sheat and fine as briske as a cup of wine Burden What are you Raphe I am father doctor as a man would say the Belwether of this copany these are my lords and I the prince of Wales Clement Are you Edward the kings sonne Raphe Sirra Miles bring hither the tapster that drue the wine and I warrant when they see how soundly I haue broke his head thei le say t was done by no lesse man than a prince Mason I cannot beleeue that this is the prince of Wales Warren And why so sir Mason For they say the prince is a braue a wise gentleman VVar. Why and thinkest thou doctor that he is not so Darst thou detract and derogat from him Being so louely and so braue a youth Ermsbie Whose face shining with many a sugred smile Bewraies that he is bred of princely race Miles And yet maister doctor to speake like a proctor And tell vnto you what is veriment and true To cease of this quarrell looke but on his apparrell Then marke but my talis he is great prince of Walis The cheese of our gregis and filiâ—â— regis Then ware what is done for he is Henries white sonne Raphe Doctors whose doting nightcaps are not capable of my ingenious dignitie know that I am Edward Plantagenet whom if you displease will make a shippe that shall hold all your colleges and so carrie away the Niniuersitie with a fayre wind to the Bankeside in Southwarke how sayst thou Ned Warraine shall I not do it VVarren Yes my good lord and if it please your lordship I wil gather vp al your old pantophles and with the corke make you a Pinnis of fiue hundred tunne that shall serue the turne maruellous well my lord Ermsbie And I my lord will haue Pioners to vndermine the towne that the very Gardens and orchards be carried away for your summer walkes Miles And I with scientia and great diligentia Will coniure and charme to keepe you from harme That vtrum horum mauis your very great nauis Like Bartlets ship from Oxford do skip With Colleges and schooles full loaden with fooles Quid dices ad hoc worshipfull domine Dawcocke Clement Why harebraind courtiers are you drunke or mad To taunt vs vp with such scurilitie Deeme you vs men of base and light esteeme To bring vs such a fop for Henries sonne Call out the beadls and conuay them hence Straight to Bocardo let the roisters lie Close clapt in bolts vntill theirwits be tame Eâ—msbie Why shall we to prison my lord Raphe What saist Miles shall I honour the prison with my presence Miles No no out with your blades and hamper these iades Haue a flurt and a crash now play reuell dash And teach these Sacerdos that the Bocardos Like pezzants and elues are meet for themselues Mâ—sâ—n To the prison with them constable Warren Well doctors seeing I haue sported me With laughing at these mad and merrie wagges Know that prince Edward is at Brazennose And this attired like the prince of Wales Is Raphe king Henries only loued foole I earle of Essex and this Ermsbie Oâ—e of the priuie chamber to the king Who while the prince with Frier Bacon staies Haue reueld it in Oxford as you see Mason My lord pardon vs we knew not what you werâ— But courtiers may make greater skapes than these Wilt please your honour dine with me to day VVarren I will maister doctor and satisfie the vintner for hâ—â— hurt only I must desire you to imagine him all this forenoon the prince of Wales Mason I will sir Raphe And vpon that I will lead the way onely I will haue Miles go before me because I haue heard Henrie say that wisedome must go before Maiestie Exeunt â—mnes Enter prince Edward with his poinard in his hand Lacie and Margret Edward Lacie thou canst not shroud thy traitrous thoughts Nor couer as did Cassius all his wiles For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farre As Lâ—ncaeus from the shores of Grecia Did not I sit in Oxford by the Frier And see theâ— court the mayd of Fresingfield Seahog thy flattering fancies with a kisse Did not prowd Bâ—ngay draw his portasse foorth And ioyning hand in hand had married you If Frier Bâ—con had not stroke him 〈◊〉 And mounted him vpon a spirits backe That we might chat at Oxford with the frier Traitor what answerst is not all this true Lacie Truth all my Lord and thus I make replie At Harlstone faire there
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
courting for your grace When as mine eye â—uruaid her curious shape And drewe the beautious glory of her looks To diue into the center of my heart Loue taught me that your honour did but iest That princes were in fancie but as men How that the louely maid of Fresingfield Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wiâ—e Than concubine vnto the prince of Wales Edward Iniurious Lacie did I loue thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion Did I vnfould the passion of my loue And locke them in the closset of thy thoughts Wert thou to Edward second to himselfe Sole freind and partner of his secreat loues And could a glaunce of fading bewtie breake Theinchained fetters of such priuat freindes Base coward false and too effeminate To be coriuall with a prince in thoughts From Oxford haue I posted since I dinde To quite a traitor fore that Edward sleepe Marg. T was I my Lord not Lacie stept awry For oft he sued and courted for yourselfe And still woode for the courtier all in greene But I whome fancy made but ouer fond Pleaded my selfe with looks as if I lovd I fed myne eye with gazing on his face And still bewicht lovd Lacie with my looks My hart with sighes myne eyes pleaded with tearâ— My face held pittie and content at once And morâ— I couâ—d not siphâ—r out by signes But that I lovd Lord Lacie with my heart Then worthy Edward measure with thy minde If womens faâ—ours will not force men fall If bewtie and if daâ—â—s of 〈◊〉 â—oue Is not of force to bury thoughts of friendes Edward I tell thee Peggie I will haue thy louesâ— Edward or none shall conquer Margret In Frigats bottomd with rich Sethin planks Topt with the loftie firs of Libanon Stemd and incast with burnisht luorie And ouerlaid with plates of Persian wealth Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waues And draw the Dolphins to thy louely eyes To daunce lauoltas in the purple streames Sirens with harpes and siluer psalteries Shall waight with musicke at thy frigots stem And entertaine faire Margret with her laies England and Englands wealth shall wait on thee Brittaine shall bend vnto her princes loue And doe due homage to thine excellence If thou wilt be but Edwards Margret Margret Pardon my lord if Ioues great roialtie Sent me such presents as to Danae If Phoebus tied in Latonas webs Come courting from the beautie of his lodge The dulcet tunes of frolicke Mercurie Not all the wealth heauens treasurie affoords Should make me leaue lord Lacie or his loue Edw. I haue learnd at Oxford then this point ofschooles Abbata causa â—â—llitur effectus Lacie the cause that Margret cannot loue Nor fix her liking on the English Prince Take him away and then the effects will faile Villaine prepare thy selfe for I will bathe My poinard in the bosome of an eatle Lacie Rather then liue and misse faire Margrets loue Prince Edward stop not at the fatall doome But stabb it home end both my loues and life Marg. Braue Prince of Wales honoured for royall deeds T were sinne to staine fair Venus courts with blood Loues conquests ends my Lord in courtesie Spare Lacie gentle Edward let me die For so both you and he doe cease your loues Edward Lacie shall die as traitor to his Lord. Lacie I haue deserued it Edward act it well Margret What hopes the Prince to gaine by Lacies death Edward To end the loues twixt him and Margeret Marg. Why thinks king Henries sonne that Margrets loue Hangs in the vncertaine ballance of proud time That death shall make a discord of our thonghts No stab the earle and fore the morning sun Shall vaunt him thrice ouer the loftie east Margret will meet her Lacie in the heauens Lacie If ought betides to louely Margret That wrongs or wrings her honour from content Europes rich wealth nor Englands monarchie Should not allure Lacie to ouerliue Then Edward short my life and end her loues Margret Rid me and keepe a friend worth many loues Lacie Nay Edward keepâ— a loue worth many friends Margret And if thy mind be such as â—ame hath blazde Then princely Edward let vs both abide The fatall resolution of thy rage Banish thou fancie and imbrace reuenge And in one toombâ— knit both our carkases Whose hearts were linked in one perfect loue Edward Edward Art thou that famous prince of Wales Who at Damasco beat the Sarasens And broughtst home triumphe on thy launces point And shall thy plumes be puld by Venus downe Is it princely to disseuer louers leagues To part such friends as glorie in their loues Leaue Ned and make a vertue of this fault And further Peg and Lacie in their loues So in subduing fancies passion Conquering thy selfe thou getst the richest spoile Lacie rise vp faire Peggie heere 's my hand The prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts And all his loues he yeelds vnto the earle Lacie enioy the maid of Fresingfield Make her thy Lincolne countesse at the church And Ned as he is true Plantagenet Will giue hâ—â— to thee franckly for thy wiâ—e Lacie Humbly I take her of my soueraigne As if that Edward gaue me Englands right And richt me with the Albion diadem Margret And doth the English Prince mean true Will he vouchsafe to cease his former loues And yeeld the title of a countrie maid Vnto lord Lacie Edward I will faire Peggiâ— as I am true lord Marg. Then lordly sir whose conquest is as great In conquering loue as Caesars victories Margret as milde and humble in her thoughts As was Aspatia vnto Cirus selfe Yeelds thanks and next lord Lacie doth â—nshrine Edward the second secret in her heart Edw. Gramercie Peggie now that vowes are past And that your loues are not be reuolt Once Lacie friendes againe come we will post To Oxford for this day the king is there And brings for Edward Castile Ellinor Peggie I must go see and view my wife I pray God I like her as I loued thee Beside lord Lincolne we shall heaâ—e dispute Twixt frier Bacon and learned Vandermast Peggie wee le leaue you for a weeke or two Margret As it please lord Lacie but loues foolish looks Thinke footsteps Miles and minutes to be houres Lacie I le hasten Peggie to make short returne But please your houour goe vnto the lodge We shall haue butter cheese and venison And yesterday I brought for Margret A lustie bottle of neat clarret wine Thus can we feast and entertaine your grace Edward T is cheere lord Lacie for an Emperour If he respect the person and the place Come let vs in for I will all this night Ride post vntill I come to Bacons cell Exeunt Enter Henrie Emperour Castile Ellinor Vandermast Bungay Emperour Trust me Plantagenet these Oxford schooles Are richly seated neere the riuer side The mountaines full of fat and fallow deere The batling pastures laid with kine and flocks The towne gorgeous with high built colledges And schollers seemely in
thine art I will be English Henrie to thy selfe But tell me shall we dine with thee to day Bacon With me my Lord and while I â—it my cheere See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you Gratious as the morning starre of heauen Exit Entâ—r Edward Lacic Warren Ermsbie Emperour Is this Prince Edward Henries royall sonne How martâ—all iâ— the figurâ— of his face Yâ—t louely and beâ—â—t with Amorets Henrie Nâ—d where hast thou been Edward At Framingham my Lord to trie your buckes Iâ— they could scape they teisers or the toile But hearing of these lordly Potentates Landed and prograst vp to Oxford towne I posted to giue entertaine to them Chiefe to the Almaine Monarke next to him And ioynt with him Castile and Saxonie Are welcome as they may bâ— to the English Court Thus for the men but see Venus appeares Or one that ouermatch eth Venus in her shape Sweete Ellinor beauties highswelling pride Rich natures glorie and her wealth at once Faire of all faires welcome to Albion Welcome to me and welcome to thine owne If that thou dainst the welcome from my selfe Ellinor Martiall Plantagenet Henries high minded sonneâ— The marke that Ellinor did count her aime I likte thee fore I saw thee now I loue And so as in so short a time I may Yet so as time shall neuer breake that so And therefore so accept of Ellinor Caâ—â—ile Feare not my Lord this couple will agree If loue may creepe into their wanton eyes And therefore Edward I accept thee heere Without suspence as my adopted sonne Henrie Let me that ioy in these consorting greets And glorie in these honors done to Ned Yeeld thankes for all these fauours to my sonne And rest a true Plantagenet to all Enter Miles with a cloth and trenchers and salt Miles Saluete â—mnes reges that gouern your Greges in Saxonie and Spaine in England and in Almaine for all this frolicke table must I couer thee table with trenchers salt and cloth and thenlooke for your broth Emperour What pleasant fellow is this Henrie T is my lord doctor Bacons poore scholler Milâ—s My maister hath made me sewer of these great lords and God knowes I am as seruiceable at a table as a sow is vnder â—n apple tree t is no matter their cheere shall not be great and therefore what skils where the salt stand before or behinde Castile Theseschollers knowes more skill in actiomes How to vse quips and sleights of Sophistrie Than for to couer courtly for a king Enter Miâ—es with a messe of poâ—â—age and broth and after him Eacon Mileâ— Spill sir why doe you thinke I neuer carried twopeny chop before in my life by your leaue Nobile dâ—cus for here comes doctor Bacons pecus being in his full age to carrie a messe of pottage Bacon Lordings admire not if your cheere be this For we must keepe our Accademicke fare No riot where Philosophiâ— doth raine And therefore Henrie place these Potentates And bid them fall vnto their frugall cates Emp. Presumptuous Frier what scoffst thou at a king What doest thou taunt vs with thy pesants fare And giue vs cates fit for countrey swaines Henrie proceeds this iest of thy consent To twit vs with such a pittance of such price Tell me and Fredericke will not greeue the long Henrie By Henries honour and the royall faith The English monarcke beareth to his friend I knew not of the friers feeble fare Nor am I pleasd he entertaines you thus Bacon Content thee Fredericke for I shewd the cates To let thee see how schollers â—se to feede How little mâ—ate refines our English wits Miles take away and let it be thy dinner Miles Marry sir I wil this day shal be a festiual day with me For I shall exceed in the highest degree Exit Miles Bacon I tell thee Monarch all the Germane Peeres Could not aâ—â—oord thy entertainmentsuch So roiall and so full of Maiestie As Bacon will present to Fredericke The Basest waiter that attends thy cups Shall be in honours greater than thy selfe And for thy cates rich Alexandria drugges Fetcht by Carueils from Aegypts richest straights Found in the wealthy strond of Affrica Shall royallize the table of my king Wines richer than the Gyptian courtisan Quaâ—t to Augustus kingly countermatch Shal be carrowst in â—â—glish Henries feastsâ— Candie shall yeeld the richest of her canes Persia downe her volga by Canows Send dâ—wn the secrets of her spicerie The Africke Dates mirab les of Spaine Conserues and Suckets from Tiberias Cates from Iudea choiser than the lampe That fiered Rome with sparkes of gluttonie Shall bewtisie the board for Fredericke And therfore grudge not at a friers feast Enter two gentlemen Lambert and Serlby with the keeper Lambert Come frolicke keeper of our lieges game Whose table spred hath euer venison And Iacks of wines 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 heere my land and liuing lies I le make thy daughter ioyâ—ter of it all So thou consent to giue her to my wise And I can spend fiue hundreth markes a yeare Serlbie I am the lanâ—lord keeper of thy holds By coppie all thy liuing lies in me Laxfield did neuer see me raise my due I will infeofe faire Margret in all So she will take her to a lustie squire Keeper Now courteous gentls if the Keepers girlâ— Hath pleased the lâ—king fancie of you both And with her beutie 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 than you But sith such squires will stoop to keepers fee I will to auoid displeasure of you both Call Margret forth and she shall make her choise Exit Lambert Content Keeper send hâ—rvnto vs. Why Serlsby is thy wife so lately dead Are all thy loues so lightly passed ouer As thou canst wed before the yeare be out Serlsby I liue not Lambert to content the dead Nor was I wedded but for life to her The graues ends and begins a maried state Enter Margrâ—t Lambert Peggie the louelie slower of all townes Suffolks faire Hellen and rich Englands star Whose beautietempered with her huswifrie Maks England talke of merry Frâ—singâ—ield Serlsby I cannot tricke it vp with poesies Nor paint my passions with comparisons Nor tell a tall of Phebus and his loues But this beeleue me Laxfield here is mine Of auncient rent seuen hundred pounds a yeare And if thou canst but loue acountrie squire I wil infeoffe thee Margret in all I can not flatter trie me if thou please Mar. Braue neighbouring squires the stay of Suffolks cliâ—e A Keepers daughters is too base in gree To match with men accoumpted of such worth But might I notdisplease I would reply Lambert Say Peggy nought shall make vs
her downe with a thing vnpossible Henry What 's that Raphe Raphe Why Harrie didst thou euer see that a woman could both hold her tongue and her handes no but when egge-pies growes on apple-trees then will thy gray mare prooue a bagpiper Emperour What saies 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 constancie Of one surnam'd fot beauties excellence The faire maid of merrie Fresingfield Henrie T is true my lord t is wondrous for to heare Her beautie passing Marces parramour Her virgins right as rich as Vestas was Lacie and Ned hath told me miracles Castile What saies lord Lacie shall she be his wife Lâ—ciâ— Or els lord Lacie is vnfit to liue May it please your highnesse giue me leaue to post To Fresingfield Ilefetch the bonny girle And prooue in true apparance at the court What I haue vouched often with my tongue Henrie Lacie go to the quirie of my stable And take such coursers as shall fit thy turne Hie thee to Frefingfield and bring home the lasse And for her fame flies through the English coast If it may please the ladie Ellinor One day shall match your excellence and her Ellinor We Castile ladies are not very coy Your highnesle may command a greater boone And glad were I to grace the Lincolne earle With being partner of his marriage day Edâ—ard Gramercie Nell for I do loue the lord As he that 's second to my selfe in loue Raph. You loue her madam Nell neuer beleeue him you though he sweares he loues you Ellinor Why Raphe Râ—pâ—e 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 wincke vpon me I care not I. Hen. Raphe tels all you shall haue a good secretarie of him But Lacie haste thee post to Fresingfield For ere thou hast fitted all things for her state The solemne marriage day will be at hand Lacie I go my lord Exit Lacie Emperour How shall we passe this day my lord Henrie To horse my lord the day is passing faire Wee le flie the partridge or go rouse the deere Follow my lords you shall not want for sport Exeunt Enter frier Bacon with friâ—r Bâ—ngaâ— to his cell Bungay What meanes the frier that frolickt it of late To sit as melancholie in his cell To sit as melancholie in his cell As if he had neither lost nor wonne to day Bacon Ah Bungay my Brazen-head is spold My glorie gone my seuen yeares studie 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 down for by prospectiue skill I find this day shall fall out ominous Some deadly act shall tide me ere I sleep But what and wherein little can I gesse Bungay My minde is heauy what so ere shall hap Enter two schollers sonnes-to Lambert and Serlby Knockc Bacon Whos 's that knockes Bungay Two schollers that desires to speake with you Bac. Bid the come in Now my youths what would you â—aue 1. Sholler Sir we are Suffolke men and neighbouring friends Our fathers in their countries lustie squires Their lands adioyne in Crackfield mine doth dwell And his in Laxfield we are colledge mates Sworne brothers as our fathers liues as friendes Bâ—con To what end is ail this 2. Scholler Hearing your worship kept within your cell A glasse prospectiue wherin 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 father liues Meane while tell me your names Lâ—mbert Mine Lambert 2. Scholler And mine Serlsbie Bacon Bungay I smell there will be a tragedie Enter Lambert and Serlsbie with Rapiers and daggâ—rs Lâ—mbert Serlsby thou hast kept thine houre like a man Th' art worthie of the title of a squire That durst for proofe of thy affection And for thy mistresse fauour prize thy bloud Thou knowst what words did passe at Fresingfield Such shamelesse braues as manhood cannot brooke I for I skorne to beare such piercing taunts Prepare thee Serlsbie one of vs will die Serlâ—bie Thou seest I single thee the field And what I spake I le maintaine with my sword Stand on thy guard I cannot scold it out And if thou kill me thinke I haue a sonne That liues in Oxford in the Brodgates hall Who will reuenge his fathers bloud with bloud Lambert And Serlsbie I haue there a lusty boy That dares at weapon buckle with thy sonne And liues in Broadgates too as well as thine But draw thy Rapier for wee le haue about Bacon Noâ— lustie yonkers looke within the glasse And tell me if you can discerne your â—ires 1. Scol Serlsbie t is hard thy father offers wrong To combat with my father in the field 2. Schol. Lambert thou liest my fathers is the abuse And thou shalt find it if my father harme Bungay How goes it sirs 1. Scholler Our fathers are in combat hard by Fresingfield Bacon Sit still my friendes and see the euent Lambert Why standst thou Serlsbie doubtst thou of thy life A venie man faire Margret craues so much Serlbie Then this for her 1. Scholler Ah well thrust 2. Scholler But marke the ward They fight and kill ech other Lambert Oh I am slaine Serlbie And I Lord haue mercie on me 1. Scholler My father slaine Serlby ward that The two schollers stab on another 2. Scholler And so is mine Lambert I le quite thee well Bungay O strange strattagem Bacon See Frier where the fathers both lie dead Baconthy magicke doth effect this massacre This glasse prospectiue worketh manie woes And therefore seeing these braue lustie brutes These friendly youths did perish by thine art End all thy magicke and thine art at once The poniard that did end the fatall liues Shall breake the cause efficiat of their woes So fade the glasse and end with it the showes That Nigromancie did infuse the christall with He breakes the glasse Bâ—ng What means learned Bacon thus to breake his glasse Bâ—con I tell thee Bungay it repents me sore That euer Bacon medled in this art The houres I haue spent in piromanticke spels The fearefull tossing in the latest night Of papers full of Nigromanticke charmes Coniuring and adiuring diuels and fiends With stole and albe and strange Pentaganon The wresting of the holy name of God As Sother Elaim and Adonaie Alpha Mâ—noth and Tetragramiton With praying to the fiue-fould powers of heaueâ— Are instances that Bacon must be damde For vsing diuels to counteruaile his God Yet Bacon
THE HONORABLE HISTORIE of frier Bacon and frier Bongay As it was plaid by her Maiesties seruants Made by Robert Greene Maister of Arts. LONDON Printed for Edward White and are to be sold at his shop at the little North dore of Poules at the signe of the Gun 1594. THE HONOVRABLE Historie of Frier Bacon Enter Edward the first malcontented with Lacy earle of Lincolne Iohn Warren earle of Sussex and Ermsbie gentleman Raph Simnell the kings foole Lacie WHY lookes my lord like to a troubled skie When heauens bright shine is shadowed with a fogge A late we ran the deere and through the Lawndes Stript with our nagges the loftie frolicke bucks That scudded fore the teisers like the wind Nere was the Deere of merry Fresingfield So lustily puld down by iolly mates Nor sharde the Farmers such fat venison So franckly dealt this hundred yeares before Nor haue I seene my lord more frolicke in the chace And now changde to a melancholie dumpe Warren After the Prince got to the keepers lodge And had been iocand in the house a while Tossing of ale and milke in countrie cannes Whether it was the countries sweete content Or els the bonny damsell fild vs drinke That seemd so stately in her stammell red Or that a qualme did crosse his stomacke then But straight he fell into his passions Ermsbie Sirra Raphe what say you to your maister Shall he thus all amort liue malecontent Raphe Heerest thou Ned nay looke if hee will speake to me Edward What sayst thou to me foole Raphe I pree thee tell me Ned art thou in loue with the keepers daughter Eâ—wâ—rd How if I be what then Raphe Why then sirha I le teach thee how to deceiue loue Edward How Raphe Raphe Marrie sirha Ned thou shalt put on my cap and my coat and my dagger and I will put on thy clothes and thy sword and so thou shalt be my foole Edward And what of this Raphe Why so thou shalt beguile Loue for Loue is such a proud scab that he will neuer meddle with fooles nor children Is not Raphes counsell good Ned. Edward Tell me Ned Lacie didst thou marke the mayd How liuely in her country weedes she lookt A bonier wench all Suffolke cannot yeeld All Suffolke nay all England holds none such Rapâ—e Sirha Will Ermsby Ned is deceiued Ermsbiâ— Why Raphe Raphe He saies all England hath no such and I say and I le stand to it there is one better in Warwickshire VVarren How proouest thou that Raphe Raphe Why is not the Abbot a learned man and hath red many bookes and thinkest thou he hath not more learning than thou to choose a bonny wench yes I warrant thee by his whole grammer Ermâ—by A good reason Raphe Edward I tell the Lacie that hersparkling eyes Doe lighten forth sweet Loues alluring fire And in her tresses she doth fold the lookes Of such as gaze vpon her golden haire Her bâ—shfull white mixt with the mornings red Luna doth boast vpon her louely cheekes Her front is beauties table where she paints The gloâ—â—es of her gorgious excellence Her teeth are shelues of pretious Margarites Richly enclosed with ruddâ—e curroll cleues Tush Lacie she is beauties ouermatch If thou suruaist her curious imagerie Lacie I grant my lord the damsell is as faire As simple Suffolks homely towns can yeeld But in the court be quainter dames than she Whose faces are enricht with honours taint Whose bewties stand vpon the stage of fame And vaunt their trophies in the courts of loue Edâ— Ah Ned but hadst thou watcht her as my self And seene the secret bewties of the maid Their courtly coinesse were but foolery Ermâ—bie Why how watcht you her my lord Edâ—ard When as she swept like Venus through the house And in her shape fast foulded vp my thoughtes Into the Milkhouse went I with the maid And there amongst the cream-boles she did shine As Pallace mongst her Princely huswiferie She turnd her smocke ouer her Lilly armes And diued them into milke to run her cheese But whiter than the milke her christall skin Checked with lines of Azur made her blush That art or nature durst bring for compare Ermsbie if thou hadst seene as I did note it well How bewtie plaid the huswife how this girle Like Lucrece laid her fingers to the worke Thou wouldest with Tâ—rquine hazard Roome and all To win the louely mayd of Fresingfield Raphe Sirha Nâ—d wouldst faine haue her Edward I Raphe Raphe Why Ned I haue laid the plot in my head thou shalt haue her alreadie Edward I le giue thee a new coat and learne me that Raâ—he Why sirra Ned wee l ride to Oxford to Frier â—acon oh he is a braue scholler sirra they say he is a braue Nâ—gromancer that he can mâ—ke women of deuils and hee can iuggle cats into Costermongers Edward And how then Raphe Raphe Marry sirha thou shalt go to him and because thy father Harry shall not misse thee hee shall turne me into thee and I le to the Court and I le prince it out and he shall make thee either a silken purse full of gold or else a fine wrought sinocke Edward But how shall I haue the mayd Raphe Marry sirha if thou beest a silken purse full of gold then on sundaies shee le hang thee by her side and you must not say a word Now sir when she comes into a great prease of people for feare of the cut-purse on a sodaine shee le swap thee into her plackerd then sirha being there you may plead for your selfe Ermsbie Excellent pollicie Edward But how if I be a wrought smoâ—ke Raphe Then shee le put thee into her chest and lay thâ—â— into Lauender and vpon some good day shee le put thee on and at night when you go to bed then being turnd from a smocke to a man you may make vp the match Lâ—cie Wonderfully wisely counselled Raphe Edward Raphe shall haue a new coate Raph. God thanke you when I haue it on my backe Ned Edward Lacie the foole hath laid a perfect plot For why our countrie Margret is so coy And standes so much vpon her honest pointes That marriage or no market with the mayd Ermsbie it must be nigromaticke spels And charmes of art that must inchaine her loue Or else shall Edward neuer win the girle Therefore my wags wee le horse vs in the morne And post to Oxford to this iolly Frier Bacon shall by his magicke doe this deed Warren Content my lord and that 's a speedy way To weane these head-strong puppies from the teat Edward I am vnknowne not taken for the Prince They onely deeme vs frolicke Courtiers That reuell thus among our lieges game Therefore I haue dâ—uised a pollicie Lâ—cie thou knowst next friday is S. Iames And then the country flockes to Harlston faire Then will the keepers daughter frolicke there And ouer-shine the troupe of all the maids That come to see and to be seene that day Haunt thee
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
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