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spirit_n	life_n	live_v	soul_n	13,623	5	5.6183	4	true

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A02128	The honorable historie of Frier Bacon, and Frier Bongay As it was lately plaid by the Prince Palatine his Seruants. Made by Robert Greene, Master of Arts.; Friar Bacon and Friar Bungay	Greene, Robert, 1558?-1592.	1630 (1630)	STC 12268; ESTC S103422	35,044	65

and thine much Farewell Not thine nor his owne Edward Lacy Margret Fond Atae doomer of bad boasting fates That wraps proud Fortune in thy snaky locks Didst thou inchant my birth-day with such stars As lightned mischiefe from their infancy If heauens had vowd if stars had made decree To shew in me their froward influence If Lacy had but lou'd heauens hell and all Could not haue wrong'd the patience of my minde Poast It grieues me Damsell but the Earle is forst To loue the Lady by the Kings command Margret The wealth combinde within the English shelues Europes Commander nor the English King Should not haue mou'd the loue of Peggie from her Lord Poast What answere shall I returne to my Lord Margret First for thou camst from Lacy whom I lou'd Ah giue me leaue to sigh at euery thought Take thou my friend the hundred pound he sent For Margrets resolution craues no dower The world shall be to her as vanity Wealth trash loue hate pleasure despaire For I will straight to stately Fremingham And in the Abby there be shorne a Nun And yeeld my loues and liberty to God Fellow I giue thee this not for the newes For those be hatefull vnto Margret But for th' art Lacees man once Margrets loue Poast What I haue heard what passions I haue seene I le make report of them vnto the Earle Exit Poast Margret Say that she ioyes his fancies be at rest And prayes that his misfortunes may be hers Exit Enter Fryer Bacon drawing the courtaines with a white sticke a booke in his hand and a lampe lighted by him and the brazen head and Miles with weapons by him Bacon Miles where are you Miles Here sir Bacon How chance you tarry so long Miles Thinke you that the watching of the brazen head craues no furniture I warrant you sir I haue so armed my selfe that if all your deuils doe come I will not feare them an inch Bacon Miles thou knowst that I haue diued into hell And sought the darkest palaces of the Fiends That with my Magicke spels great Belzephon Hath left his lodge and kneeled at my cell The rafters of the earth rent from the poles And three-form'd Luna hid her siluer lookes Trembling vpon her concaue continent When Bacon read vpon his Magicke booke With seuen yeeres tossing Nigromanticke charmes Poring vpon darke Hecats principles I haue fram'd out a monstrous head of brasse That by th' inchanting forces of the Deuill Shall tell out strange and vncoth Aphorismes And girt faire England with a wall of brasse Bungay and I haue watcht these threescore dayes And now our vitall spirits craue some rest If Argos liu'd and had his hundred eyes They could not ouer-watch Phobeters night Now Miles in thee rests Fryers Bacons weale The honour and renowne of all his life Hangs in the watching of this brazen-head Therefore I charge thee by the immortall God That holds the soules of men within his fist This night thou watch for ere the morning starre Sends out his glorious glister on the North The head will speake then Miles vpon thy life Wake me for then by Magicke Art I le worke To end my seuen yeeres taske with excellence If that a winke but shut thy watchfull eye Then farewell Bacons glory and his fame Draw close the curtaines Miles now for thy life Be watchfull and Here he falleth asleepe Miles So I thought you would talke your selfe asleepe anon and 't is no maruell for Bungay on the dayes and hee on the nights haue watcht iust these ten and fifty dayes now this is the night and 't is my taske and no more Now Iesus blesse me what a goodly head it is a nose You talke of nos autem glorificare but here 's a nose that I warrant may be cal'd nos autem popelares for the people of the parish Well I am furnished with weapons now sir I will set me downe by a post and make it as good as a watch-man to wake me if I chance to slumber I thought goodman head I would call you out of your momento passion a God I haue almost broke my pate Vp Miles to your taske take your browne bill in your hand here 's some of your masters Hobgoblins abroad With this a great noise The Head speakes Head Time is Miles Time is Why Master Brazen-head haue you such a capitall nose and answer you with sillables Time is is this all my masters cunning to spend seuen yeeres studie about Time is Well sir it may be we shall haue some orations of it anon well I le watch you as narrowly as euer you were watcht and I le play with you as the Nightingale with the Slow-worme I le set a pricke against my brest now rest there Miles Lord haue mercy vpon me I haue almost kild my selfe vp Miles list how they rumble Head Time was Miles Well Frier Bacon you haue spent your seuen yeeres study well that can make your Head speake but two words at once Time was yea mary time was when my Master was a wise man but that was before he began to make the Brazen-head You shall lye while you arse ake and your Head speake no better well I will watch and walke vp and downe and be a Peripatetian and a Philosopher of Aristotles stampe What a fresh noyse Take thy Pistols in hand Miles Here the Head speakes and a lightning flasheth forth and a hand appeares that breaketh downe the Head with a hammer Head Time is past Miles Master master vp hell 's broken loose your head speakes and there 's such a thunder and lightning that I warrant all Oxford is vp in armes out of your bed take a browne bill in your hand the latter day is come Bacon Miles I come O passing warily watcht Bacon will make thee next himselfe in loue When spake the Head Miles When spake the Head did not you say that he should tell strange principles of Philosophy Why sir it speakes but two words at a time Bacon Why villaine hath it spoken oft Miles Oft I mary hath it thrice but in all those three times it hath vttered but seuen words Bacon As how Miles Mary sir the sirs time he said Time is as if Fabuis Commentator should haue pronounst a sentence he said Time was and the third time with thunder and lightning as in great choler he said Time is past Bacon T is past indeed A villaine time is past My life my fame my glory all are past Bacon the turrets of thy hope are ruin'd downe Thy seuen yeeres study lieth in the dust Thy Brazen-head lies broken through a slaue That watcht and would not when the Head did will What said the Head first Miles Euen Time is Bacon Villaine if thou hadst cald to Bacon then If thou hadst watcht and wakte the sleepy Fryer The Brazen-head had vttered Aphorismes And England had beene circled round with brasse But proud Astmeroth ruler of the North And Demegorgon master of the