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
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
disguisd among the countrie swaines Fain th art a farmers sonne not far from thence Espie her loues and who she liketh best Coat him and court her to controll 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 herselfe Buy some thing worthie of her parentage Not worth her beautie for Lacie then the faire Affoordâ— no Iewell fitting for the mayd And when thou talkest of me note if she blush Oh then shâ— loues but if her cheekes waxe pale Disdaine it is Lâ—cie 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 Rapâ—e And sirha Lacie buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bels Lacie What wilt thou doâ— with them Raphe â—aphâ— Mary euery time that Ned sighs for the keepers daughter I le tie a bell about him and so within three or foure daies I will send word to hiâ— father Harry that his sonne and my maister Ned is become Loues morris dance Edward Well Lacie â—ooke with care vnto thy charge And I will hast to Oxford to the Frier That he by art and thou by secret gifts Maist make me lord of merrie Fresingfield Lacie God send your honour your harts desire Exeunt Enter frier Bacon with Miles his poore scholer with bookes vndâ—r his arme with them Burden Mason Clement three doctors Bacon Miles where are you Miles Hiâ— sum dosâ—issime reuerendissime doctor Bacon Attuliâ—â—inâ—s librâ—s mâ—â—s de Necromantia Miles Ecce quam boâ—um quam iâ—cundum habitares librâ—s inâ—num Bacon Now maisters of our Academicke state That rule in Oxford Vizroies in your place Whose heads containe Maps of the liberall arts Spending your time in deapth of learned skill Why flocke you thus to Bacons secret Cell A Fâ—ier newly stalde in 〈◊〉 Say what 's your mind that I may make replie Burden Bacon we hear that long we haue â—â—spect That thou art read in Magicks mysâ—erie In Piromancie to diuine by flames To tell by Hadromaticke ebbes and tides By Aeromancie to discouer doubts To plaine out questions as Apollo did Bacon Well maister Bâ—â—den what of all this Miles Marie â—ir he doth but fulfill by rehearsing of thesâ— names the Fable of the Fox and the gâ—â—pes that which is abouâ— vs pertains nothing to vs. Burden I tell thee Bacon Oxford makes report Nay England and the court of Henrie saies Th art making of a brazen head by art Which shall vnfold strangâ— doubts and Aphorismeâ— And read a lecture in Philosophie And by the helpe of Diuels and ghastly fiends Thou meanst ere many yeares or daies be past To compasse England with a wall of brasse Bacon And what of this Miles What of this maister why he doth speak mystically for he knowes if your skill faile to make a brazen head yet mother waters strong ale will â—it his turne to make him haue a coppernose Clement Bacon we come not greeuing at thy skill But ioieng that our Academiâ— yeelds A man supposde the woonder of the world For if thy cunning worke these myracles England and Europe shall admire thy fame And Oxford shall in characters of brasse And statues such as were built vp in Rome Eternize Frier Bacon for his art Mason Then gentle Frier tell vs thy intent Bacon Seeing you come as friends vnto the frier 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 frier knowes And therefore will I turne my Magicke bookes And straine out Nigromancie to the deepe I haue contrivd and framde a head of brasâ—e I made Belcephon hammer â—ut the stuffe And that by art shall read Philosophie And I will strengthen England by my skill That if ten Caesars livd and raigâ—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 walles framde by Semiramis Carued out like to the portall of the sunne Shall not be such as rings the English stâ—ond From Douer to the market place of Riâ— Burden Is this possible Miles I le bring ye to or three witnesses Burden What be those Miles Marry â—ir three or foure as honest diuels and good companions as any be in hell Mason No doubt but magicke may doe much in this For he that reades but Mathematicke rules Shall finde conclusions that auaile to worke Wonderâ— that passe the common sense of men Burden But Bacon roues a bow beyond his reach And tels of more than magicke can performe Thinking to get a fame by fooleries Haue I not past as farre instate of schooles And red of many secrets yet to thinke That heads oâ— Brasse can vtter any voice Or more to tell of deâ—pe philosophie This is a fable Aesâ—â— had forgot Bacon Burdenâ— thou wrongst me in detracting thus Bacon loues not to stuffe himselfe with lies 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 Marrie siâ— hee le straight be on your pickpacke to knowe whether the feminine or the masculin gender be most worthie Bacon Were you not yesterday maister Burden at Henly vpon the Thembs Burden I was what then Bacon What booke studied you there on all night Burden I none at all I red not there a liâ—e Bacon Then doctors Frier Bacons art knowes nought Clement What say you to this maister Burden doth hee not touch you Burden I passe not of his friuolous speeches Miles Nay maister Burden my maister ere hee hath done with you will turne you from a doctor to a dunce and shake you so small that he will leaue no more learning in you than is in Baâ—aams Asse Bacon Maisters 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 tast the fragrant aire But there to spend the night in Alcumie To multiplie with secret spels of art Thus priuat steales he learning from vs all To prooue my sayings true I le shew you straight The booke he keâ—pes at Henly for himselfe Miles Nay now my maister goes to coniuration take heede Bacon Maisters stand still feare not I le shewâ— you but his booke â—eere he coniures Peâ— omnes deos infernales Belcephon Enter a woman with a shoulder of mutton on a spit and a Deuill Miles Oh maister cease your coniuration or you spoile all for heere 's a shee dâ—uell câ—me with a shoulder of mutton oâ—â—spit you haue mard the diuels supper but no
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