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
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
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