Margret[aside]. How different is this farmer from the restThat earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight!60His 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 Ænon in the vale by Troy.65Great lords have come and pleaded for my love:Who but the keepers lasse of Fresingfield?And yet me thinks this farmers jolly sonnePasseth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye.But, Peg, disclose not that thou art in love,70And shew as yet no sign of love to him,Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy love;Keepe that to thee till time doth serve thy turne,To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne.—Come, Jone and Thomas, shall we to the faire?—75You, Beckls man, will not forsake us now?
Margret[aside]. How different is this farmer from the restThat earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight!60His 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 Ænon in the vale by Troy.65Great lords have come and pleaded for my love:Who but the keepers lasse of Fresingfield?And yet me thinks this farmers jolly sonnePasseth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye.But, Peg, disclose not that thou art in love,70And shew as yet no sign of love to him,Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy love;Keepe that to thee till time doth serve thy turne,To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne.—Come, Jone and Thomas, shall we to the faire?—75You, Beckls man, will not forsake us now?
Margret[aside]. How different is this farmer from the rest
That earst as yet hath pleasd my wandring sight!60
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 Ænon in the vale by Troy.65
Great lords have come and pleaded for my love:
Who but the keepers lasse of Fresingfield?
And yet me thinks this farmers jolly sonne
Passeth the prowdest that hath pleasd mine eye.
But, Peg, disclose not that thou art in love,70
And shew as yet no sign of love to him,
Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy love;
Keepe that to thee till time doth serve thy turne,
To shew the greefe wherein thy heart doth burne.—
Come, Jone and Thomas, shall we to the faire?—75
You, Beckls man, will not forsake us now?
Lacie.Not whilst I may have such quaint girls as you.
Margret.Well, if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield,Make but a step into the keepers lodge,[1320]And such poore fare as woodmen can affoord,80Butter and cheese, creame and fat venison,You shall have store, and welcome therewithall.
Margret.Well, if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield,Make but a step into the keepers lodge,[1320]And such poore fare as woodmen can affoord,80Butter and cheese, creame and fat venison,You shall have store, and welcome therewithall.
Margret.Well, if you chaunce to come by Fresingfield,
Make but a step into the keepers lodge,[1320]
And such poore fare as woodmen can affoord,80
Butter and cheese, creame and fat venison,
You shall have store, and welcome therewithall.
Lacie.Gramarcies, Peggie; looke for me eare long.
Exeunt omnes.
EnterHenrythe third, theEmperour,theKing of Castile, Elinor,his daughter,Jaques Vandermasta Germaine.
Henrie.Great men of Europe, monarks of the West,Ringd with the walls of oldOceanus,Whose loftie surge is[1321]like the battelmentsThat compast high built Babell in with towers,—Welcome, my lords, welcome, brave westerne kings,5To Englands shore, whose promontorie cleevesShewes Albion is another little world:Welcome says English Henrie to you all;Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanour,Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas,10And venture as Agenors damsell through the deepe,[1322]To get the love of Henries wanton sonne.Castile.Englands rich monarch, brave Plantagenet.The Pyren Mounts swelling above the clouds,That ward the welthie Castile in with walles,15Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour;But, hearing of the fame of Edwards youth,She darde to brookeNeptunushaughtie pride,And bide the brunt of froward Eolus:Then may faire England welcome her the more.20Elinor.After that English Henrie by his lordsHad sent Prince Edwards lovely counterfeit,A present to the Castile Elinor,The comly pourtrait of so brave a man,The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds,25Edwards couragious resolution,Done at the Holy Land fore Damas[1323]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.30Emperour.Where is the prince, my lord?Henrie.He posted down, not long since, from the court,To Suffolke side, to merrie Fremingham,[1324]To sport himselfe amongst my fallow deere;From thence, by packets sent to Hampton[1324]house,35We heare the prince is ridden with his lordsTo Oxford, in the academie thereTo heare dispute amongst the learned men.But we will send foorth letters for my sonne,To will him come from Oxford to the court.40Empe.Nay, rather, Henrie, let us, as we be,Ride for to visite Oxford with our traine.Faine would I see your universities,And what learned men your academie yields.From Haspurg[1325]have I brought a learned clarke45To hold dispute with English orators:This doctor, surnamde Jaques Vandermast,A Germaine borne, past into Padua,To Florence and to fair Bolonia,To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans,50And, talking there with men of art, put downeThe chiefest of them all in aphorismes,[1326]In magicke, and the mathematicke rules:Now let us, Henrie, trie him in your schooles.Henrie.He shal, my lord; this motion likes me wel.55Weele progresse straight to Oxford with our trains,And see what men our academie bringes.—And, woonder Vandermast, welcome to me:In Oxford shalt thou find a jollie frier,Cald Frier Bacon, Englands only flower:60Set 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 garland[1327]made of baies,But with a coronet of choicest gold.65Whilst then we set[1328]to Oxford with our troupes,Lets in and banquet in our English court.Exit.
Henrie.Great men of Europe, monarks of the West,Ringd with the walls of oldOceanus,Whose loftie surge is[1321]like the battelmentsThat compast high built Babell in with towers,—Welcome, my lords, welcome, brave westerne kings,5To Englands shore, whose promontorie cleevesShewes Albion is another little world:Welcome says English Henrie to you all;Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanour,Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas,10And venture as Agenors damsell through the deepe,[1322]To get the love of Henries wanton sonne.
Henrie.Great men of Europe, monarks of the West,
Ringd with the walls of oldOceanus,
Whose loftie surge is[1321]like the battelments
That compast high built Babell in with towers,—
Welcome, my lords, welcome, brave westerne kings,5
To Englands shore, whose promontorie cleeves
Shewes Albion is another little world:
Welcome says English Henrie to you all;
Chiefly unto the lovely Eleanour,
Who darde for Edwards sake cut through the seas,10
And venture as Agenors damsell through the deepe,[1322]
To get the love of Henries wanton sonne.
Castile.Englands rich monarch, brave Plantagenet.The Pyren Mounts swelling above the clouds,That ward the welthie Castile in with walles,15Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour;But, hearing of the fame of Edwards youth,She darde to brookeNeptunushaughtie pride,And bide the brunt of froward Eolus:Then may faire England welcome her the more.20
Castile.Englands rich monarch, brave Plantagenet.
The Pyren Mounts swelling above the clouds,
That ward the welthie Castile in with walles,15
Could not detaine the beautious Eleanour;
But, hearing of the fame of Edwards youth,
She darde to brookeNeptunushaughtie pride,
And bide the brunt of froward Eolus:
Then may faire England welcome her the more.20
Elinor.After that English Henrie by his lordsHad sent Prince Edwards lovely counterfeit,A present to the Castile Elinor,The comly pourtrait of so brave a man,The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds,25Edwards couragious resolution,Done at the Holy Land fore Damas[1323]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.30
Elinor.After that English Henrie by his lords
Had sent Prince Edwards lovely counterfeit,
A present to the Castile Elinor,
The comly pourtrait of so brave a man,
The vertuous fame discoursed of his deeds,25
Edwards couragious resolution,
Done at the Holy Land fore Damas[1323]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.30
Emperour.Where is the prince, my lord?
Emperour.Where is the prince, my lord?
Henrie.He posted down, not long since, from the court,To Suffolke side, to merrie Fremingham,[1324]To sport himselfe amongst my fallow deere;From thence, by packets sent to Hampton[1324]house,35We heare the prince is ridden with his lordsTo Oxford, in the academie thereTo heare dispute amongst the learned men.But we will send foorth letters for my sonne,To will him come from Oxford to the court.40
Henrie.He posted down, not long since, from the court,
To Suffolke side, to merrie Fremingham,[1324]
To sport himselfe amongst my fallow deere;
From thence, by packets sent to Hampton[1324]house,35
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.40
Empe.Nay, rather, Henrie, let us, as we be,Ride for to visite Oxford with our traine.Faine would I see your universities,And what learned men your academie yields.From Haspurg[1325]have I brought a learned clarke45To hold dispute with English orators:This doctor, surnamde Jaques Vandermast,A Germaine borne, past into Padua,To Florence and to fair Bolonia,To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans,50And, talking there with men of art, put downeThe chiefest of them all in aphorismes,[1326]In magicke, and the mathematicke rules:Now let us, Henrie, trie him in your schooles.
Empe.Nay, rather, Henrie, let us, as we be,
Ride for to visite Oxford with our traine.
Faine would I see your universities,
And what learned men your academie yields.
From Haspurg[1325]have I brought a learned clarke45
To hold dispute with English orators:
This doctor, surnamde Jaques Vandermast,
A Germaine borne, past into Padua,
To Florence and to fair Bolonia,
To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans,50
And, talking there with men of art, put downe
The chiefest of them all in aphorismes,[1326]
In magicke, and the mathematicke rules:
Now let us, Henrie, trie him in your schooles.
Henrie.He shal, my lord; this motion likes me wel.55Weele progresse straight to Oxford with our trains,And see what men our academie bringes.—And, woonder Vandermast, welcome to me:In Oxford shalt thou find a jollie frier,Cald Frier Bacon, Englands only flower:60Set 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 garland[1327]made of baies,But with a coronet of choicest gold.65Whilst then we set[1328]to Oxford with our troupes,Lets in and banquet in our English court.Exit.
Henrie.He shal, my lord; this motion likes me wel.55
Weele progresse straight to Oxford with our trains,
And see what men our academie bringes.—
And, woonder Vandermast, welcome to me:
In Oxford shalt thou find a jollie frier,
Cald Frier Bacon, Englands only flower:60
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 garland[1327]made of baies,
But with a coronet of choicest gold.65
Whilst then we set[1328]to Oxford with our troupes,
Lets in and banquet in our English court.
Exit.
EnterRaphe Simnellin Edwardes apparell;Edward,Warren,Ermsby,disguised.
Raphe.Where be these vacabond knaves, that they attend no better on their master?
Edward.If it please your honour, we are all ready at an inch.[1329]
Raphe.Sirrha Ned, Ile have no more post horse to ride on: Ile have another fetch.[1330]5
Ermsbie.I pray you, how is that, my lord?
Raphe.Marrie, sir, Ile send to the Ile of Eely for foure or five dozen of geese, and Ile have them tide six and six together with whipcord: now upon their backes will I have a faire field bed with a canapie; and so, when it is my pleasure, Ile flee into what place I please. This will be easie.11
Warren.Your honour hath said well: but shall we to Brasennose Colledge before we pull off our bootes?
Ermsbie.Warren, well motion'd; wee will to the frierBefore we revell it within the towne.—15Raphe, see that you keepe your countenance like a prince.
Ermsbie.Warren, well motion'd; wee will to the frierBefore we revell it within the towne.—15Raphe, see that you keepe your countenance like a prince.
Ermsbie.Warren, well motion'd; wee will to the frier
Before we revell it within the towne.—15
Raphe, see that you keepe your countenance like a prince.
Raphe.Wherefore have I such a companie of cutting[1331]knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies? have you not good swords and bucklers?
EnterBaconandMiles.
Ermsbie.Stay, who comes heere?20
Warren.Some scholler; and weele aske him where Frier Bacon is.
Bacon.Why, thou arrant dunce, shal I never make thee good scholler? doth not all the towne crie out and say, Frier Bacons subsiser is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford? why, thou canst not speake one word of true Latine.25
Miles.No, sir? Yes.[1332]What is this els?Ego sum tuus homo, '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 isEgo?
Miles.Ego, that is 'I'; marrie,nomen substantivo.30
Bacon.How proove you that?
Miles.Why, sir, let him proove himselfe and a will; 'I' can be hard, felt, and understood.
Bacon.O grosse dunce!
Here beate him.
Edw.Come, let us breake off this dispute between these two.—Sirha, where is Brazennose Colledge?36
Miles.Not far from Copper-smithes Hall.
Edward.What, doest thou mocke me?
Miles.Not I, sir: but what would you at Brazennose?
Ermsbie.Marrie, we would speak with Frier Bacon.40
Miles.Whose men be you?
Ermsbie.Marrie, scholler, heres our maister.
Raphe.Sirha, I am the maister of these good fellowes; mayst thou not know me to be a lord by my reparrell?44
Miles.Then heeres good game for the hawke; for heers the maister foole and a covie of cocks combs: one wise man, I thinke, would spring you all.
Edward.Gogs wounds! Warren, kill him.
Warren.Why, Ned, I think the devill be in my sheath; I cannot get out my dagger.50
Ermsbie.Nor I mine: swones, Ned, I think 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. [Aside.]Edward.I strive in vaine; but if my sword be shut55And conjur'd fast by magicke in my sheath,Villaine, heere is my fist.
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. [Aside.]
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. [Aside.]
Edward.I strive in vaine; but if my sword be shut55And conjur'd fast by magicke in my sheath,Villaine, heere is my fist.
Edward.I strive in vaine; but if my sword be shut55
And conjur'd fast by magicke in my sheath,
Villaine, heere is my fist.
Strikes him a box on the eare.
Miles.Oh, I beseech you conjure his hands too, that he may not lift his armes to his head, for he is light fingered!
Raphe.Ned, strike him; Ile warrant thee by mine honour.60
Bacon.What meanes the English prince to wrong my man?
Edward.To whom speakest thou?
Bacon.To thee.
Edward.Who art thou?[1333]
Bacon.Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast,65That Frier Bacon was not farre from hence?Edward, King Henries sonne and Prince of Wales,Thy foole disguisd[1334]cannot conceale thy self:I know both Ermsbie and the Sussex earle,Els Frier Bacon had but little skill.70Thou comest in post from merrie Fresingfield,Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse,To crave some succour of the jolly frier:And Lacie, Ear[l]e of Lincolne, hast thou leftTo treat fair Margret to allow thy loves;75But friends are men, and love can baffle lords;The earl both woes and courtes her for himselfe.Warren.Ned, this is strange; the frier knoweth al.Ermsbie.Appollo could not utter more than this.Edward.I stand amazed to heare this jolly frier80Tell even the verie secrets of my thoughts.—But, learned Bacon, since thou knowest the causeWhy I did post so fast from Fresingfield,Helpe, Frier, at a pinch, that I may haveThe love of lovely Margret to my selfe,85And, as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile giveLiving and lands to strength thy colledge state.
Bacon.Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast,65That Frier Bacon was not farre from hence?Edward, King Henries sonne and Prince of Wales,Thy foole disguisd[1334]cannot conceale thy self:I know both Ermsbie and the Sussex earle,Els Frier Bacon had but little skill.70Thou comest in post from merrie Fresingfield,Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse,To crave some succour of the jolly frier:And Lacie, Ear[l]e of Lincolne, hast thou leftTo treat fair Margret to allow thy loves;75But friends are men, and love can baffle lords;The earl both woes and courtes her for himselfe.
Bacon.Could you not judge when all your swords grew fast,65
That Frier Bacon was not farre from hence?
Edward, King Henries sonne and Prince of Wales,
Thy foole disguisd[1334]cannot conceale thy self:
I know both Ermsbie and the Sussex earle,
Els Frier Bacon had but little skill.70
Thou comest in post from merrie Fresingfield,
Fast fancied to the keepers bonny lasse,
To crave some succour of the jolly frier:
And Lacie, Ear[l]e of Lincolne, hast thou left
To treat fair Margret to allow thy loves;75
But friends are men, and love can baffle lords;
The earl both woes and courtes her for himselfe.
Warren.Ned, this is strange; the frier knoweth al.
Warren.Ned, this is strange; the frier knoweth al.
Ermsbie.Appollo could not utter more than this.
Ermsbie.Appollo could not utter more than this.
Edward.I stand amazed to heare this jolly frier80Tell even the verie secrets of my thoughts.—But, learned Bacon, since thou knowest the causeWhy I did post so fast from Fresingfield,Helpe, Frier, at a pinch, that I may haveThe love of lovely Margret to my selfe,85And, as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile giveLiving and lands to strength thy colledge state.
Edward.I stand amazed to heare this jolly frier80
Tell even 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 have
The love of lovely Margret to my selfe,85
And, as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile give
Living and lands to strength thy colledge state.
Warren.Good Frier, helpe the prince in this.
Raphe.Why, servant Ned, will not the frier doe it? Were not my sword glued to my scabberd by conjuration, I would cut off his head, and make him do it by force.91
Miles.In faith, my lord, your manhood and your sword is all alike; they are so fast conjured that we shall never see them.
Ermsbie.What, doctor, in a dumpe! tush, helpe the prince, And thou shalt see how liberall he will proove.95
Bacon.Crave 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,Theile be betrothed ech to other fast.100But come with me; weele to my studie straight,And in a glasse prospective I will shewWhats done this day in merry Fresingfield.Edward.Gramercies, Bacon; I will quite thy paine.Bacon.But send your traine, my lord, into the towne:105My scholler shall go bring them to their inne:Meane while weele see the knaverie of the earle.Edward.Warren, leave me:—and, Ermsbie, take the foole;Let him be maister, and go revell it,Till I and Frier Bacon talke a while.110
Bacon.Crave 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,Theile be betrothed ech to other fast.100But come with me; weele to my studie straight,And in a glasse prospective I will shewWhats done this day in merry Fresingfield.
Bacon.Crave 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,
Theile be betrothed ech to other fast.100
But come with me; weele to my studie straight,
And in a glasse prospective I will shew
Whats done this day in merry Fresingfield.
Edward.Gramercies, Bacon; I will quite thy paine.
Edward.Gramercies, Bacon; I will quite thy paine.
Bacon.But send your traine, my lord, into the towne:105My scholler shall go bring them to their inne:Meane while weele see the knaverie of the earle.
Bacon.But send your traine, my lord, into the towne:105
My scholler shall go bring them to their inne:
Meane while weele see the knaverie of the earle.
Edward.Warren, leave me:—and, Ermsbie, take the foole;Let him be maister, and go revell it,Till I and Frier Bacon talke a while.110
Edward.Warren, leave me:—and, Ermsbie, take the foole;
Let him be maister, and go revell it,
Till I and Frier Bacon talke a while.110
Warren.We will, my lord.
Raphe.Faith, Ned, and Ile lord it out till thou comest: Ile be Prince of Wales over all the blacke pots[1335]in Oxford.
Exeunt.
Bacon,andEdward,goes into the study.[1336]
Bacon.Now, frolick Edward, welcome to my cell;Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies,And holds this place his consistorie court,Wherein the divels pleads[1337]homage to his words.Within this glasse prospective thou shall see5This day whats done in merry FresingfieldTwixt lovely Peggie and the Lincolne earle.Edward.Frier, thou gladst me: now shall Edward trieHow Lacie meaneth to his soveraigne lord.
Bacon.Now, frolick Edward, welcome to my cell;Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies,And holds this place his consistorie court,Wherein the divels pleads[1337]homage to his words.Within this glasse prospective thou shall see5This day whats done in merry FresingfieldTwixt lovely Peggie and the Lincolne earle.
Bacon.Now, frolick Edward, welcome to my cell;
Heere tempers Frier Bacon many toies,
And holds this place his consistorie court,
Wherein the divels pleads[1337]homage to his words.
Within this glasse prospective thou shall see5
This day whats done in merry Fresingfield
Twixt lovely Peggie and the Lincolne earle.
Edward.Frier, thou gladst me: now shall Edward trieHow Lacie meaneth to his soveraigne lord.
Edward.Frier, thou gladst me: now shall Edward trie
How Lacie meaneth to his soveraigne lord.
Bacon.Stand there and looke directly in the glasse.10
EnterMargaretandFrier Bungay.[1338]
What sees my lord?
Edward.I see the keepers lovely lasse appeare,As bright-sunne[1339]as the parramour of Mars,Onely attended by a jolly frier.
Edward.I see the keepers lovely lasse appeare,As bright-sunne[1339]as the parramour of Mars,Onely attended by a jolly frier.
Edward.I see the keepers lovely lasse appeare,
As bright-sunne[1339]as the parramour of Mars,
Onely attended by a jolly frier.
Bacon.Sit still, and keepe the cristall in your eye.15
Margret.But tell me, Frier Bungay, is it trueThat this fair[1340]courtious countrie swaine,Who saies his father is a farmer nie,Can be Lord Lacie, Earle of Lincolnshire?Bun.Peggie, tis true, tis Lacie for my life,20Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile,Left by Prince Edward to procure his loves;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:25But did Lord Lacie like poor Marg[a]ret,Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse,[1341]Frier, I would his humble handmayd be,And for great wealth quite him with courtesie.Bungay.Why, Margret, doest thou love him?30Margret.His personage, like the pride of vaunting Troy,Might well avouch to shadow[1342]Hellen's scape:[1343]His wit is quicke and readie in conceit,As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime.Courteous, ah Frier, full of pleasing smiles!35Trust me, I love too much to tell thee more;Suffice to me he is Englands parramour.[1344]Bun.Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing faceSurnamed thee Faire Maid of Fresingfield?Margret.Yes, Bungay; and would God the lovely earle40Had that inessethat so many sought.Bungay.Feare not, the frier will not be behindTo shew his cunning to entangle love.Edward.I thinke the frier courts the bonny wench:[1345]Bacon, me thinkes he is a lustie churle.45
Margret.But tell me, Frier Bungay, is it trueThat this fair[1340]courtious countrie swaine,Who saies his father is a farmer nie,Can be Lord Lacie, Earle of Lincolnshire?
Margret.But tell me, Frier Bungay, is it true
That this fair[1340]courtious countrie swaine,
Who saies his father is a farmer nie,
Can be Lord Lacie, Earle of Lincolnshire?
Bun.Peggie, tis true, tis Lacie for my life,20Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile,Left by Prince Edward to procure his loves;For he in greene, that holpe you runne your cheese,Is sonne to Henry, and the Prince of Wales.
Bun.Peggie, tis true, tis Lacie for my life,20
Or else mine art and cunning both doth faile,
Left by Prince Edward to procure his loves;
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:25But did Lord Lacie like poor Marg[a]ret,Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse,[1341]Frier, I would his humble handmayd be,And for great wealth quite him with courtesie.
Margret.Be what he will, his lure is but for lust:25
But did Lord Lacie like poor Marg[a]ret,
Or would he daine to wed a countrie lasse,[1341]
Frier, I would his humble handmayd be,
And for great wealth quite him with courtesie.
Bungay.Why, Margret, doest thou love him?30
Bungay.Why, Margret, doest thou love him?30
Margret.His personage, like the pride of vaunting Troy,Might well avouch to shadow[1342]Hellen's scape:[1343]His wit is quicke and readie in conceit,As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime.Courteous, ah Frier, full of pleasing smiles!35Trust me, I love too much to tell thee more;Suffice to me he is Englands parramour.[1344]
Margret.His personage, like the pride of vaunting Troy,
Might well avouch to shadow[1342]Hellen's scape:[1343]
His wit is quicke and readie in conceit,
As Greece affoorded in her chiefest prime.
Courteous, ah Frier, full of pleasing smiles!35
Trust me, I love too much to tell thee more;
Suffice to me he is Englands parramour.[1344]
Bun.Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing faceSurnamed thee Faire Maid of Fresingfield?
Bun.Hath not ech eye that viewd thy pleasing face
Surnamed thee Faire Maid of Fresingfield?
Margret.Yes, Bungay; and would God the lovely earle40Had that inessethat so many sought.
Margret.Yes, Bungay; and would God the lovely earle40
Had that inessethat so many sought.
Bungay.Feare not, the frier will not be behindTo shew his cunning to entangle love.
Bungay.Feare not, the frier will not be behind
To shew his cunning to entangle love.
Edward.I thinke the frier courts the bonny wench:[1345]Bacon, me thinkes he is a lustie churle.45
Edward.I thinke the frier courts the bonny wench:[1345]
Bacon, me thinkes he is a lustie churle.45
Bacon.Now looke, my lord.
EnterLacie.
Edward.Gogs wounds, Bacon, heere comes Lacie![1346]
Bacon.Sit still, my lord, and marke the commedie.
Bungay.Heeres Lacie, Margret; step aside awhile.
[They withdraw.]
Lacie[solus]. Daphne, the damsell that caught Phæbus fast,50And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes,Was not so beautious in Appollos eyesAs is faire Margret to the Lincolne earle;—Recant thee, Lacie—thou art put in trust.Edward, thy soveraignes sonne, hath chosen thee,55A secret friend, to court her for himself,And darest thou wrong thy prince with trecherie?—Lacie, love makes no exception[1347]of a friend,Nor deemes it of a prince but as a man.Honour bids thee controll[1348]him in his lust;60His wooing is not for to wed the girle,But to intrap her and beguile the lasse.Lacie, thou lovest, then brooke not such abuse,But wed her, and abide thy prince's frowne;[1349]For better[1350]die than see her live disgracde.65Margret.Come, Frier, I will shake him from his dumpes.— [Advancing.]How cheere you, sir? a penie for your thought!Your early up, pray God it be the neere.[1351]What, come from Beckles in a morne so soone?Lacie.Thus watchfull are such men as live in love,70Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe.I tell thee, Peggie, since last Harlston faireMy minde hath felt a heape of passions.Mar.A trustie man, that court it for your friend:Woo you still for the courtier all in greene?—75[Aside.] I marvell that he sues not for himselfe.Lacie.Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him;But when mine eies survaid your beautious lookes,Love, like a wagge, straight dived into my heart,And there did shrine the Idea[1352]of your selfe.80Pittie me, though I be a farmers sonne,And measure not my riches, but my love.Margret.You are verie hastie; for to garden well,Seeds must have time to sprout before they springLove ought to creepe as doth the dials shade,85For timely[1353]ripe is rotten too too[1354]soone.Bungay[advancing].Deus hic; roome for a merrie frier!What, youth of Beckles, with the keepers lasse?Tis well; but tell me, heere you any newes?Margret.[1355]No, Frier: what newes?90Bungay.Heere you not how the pursevants do postWith proclamations through ech country towne?Lacie.For what, gentle frier? tell the newes.Bun.Dwelst thou in Beckles, & heerst not of these news?Lacie, the Earle of Lincolne, is late fled95From Windsor court, disguised like a swaine,And lurkes about the countrie heere unknowne.Henrie suspects him of some trecherie,And therefore doth proclaime in every way,That who can take the Lincolne earle shall have,100Paid 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:105The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner.Lord Lacie, yeeld, Ile be your gailor once.Edward.How familiar they be, Bacon!Bacon.Sit still, and marke the sequell of their loves.Lacie.Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe:110Peggie, I yeeld. But are these newes in jest?[1356]Margret.In jest with you, but earnest unto me;For why these wrongs do wring me at the heart.Ah, how these earles and noble men of birthFlatter and faine to forge poore womens ill!115Lacie.Beleeve me, lasse, I am the Lincolne earle:I not denie but, tyred thus in rags,I lived disguisd to winne faire Peggies love.
Lacie[solus]. Daphne, the damsell that caught Phæbus fast,50And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes,Was not so beautious in Appollos eyesAs is faire Margret to the Lincolne earle;—Recant thee, Lacie—thou art put in trust.Edward, thy soveraignes sonne, hath chosen thee,55A secret friend, to court her for himself,And darest thou wrong thy prince with trecherie?—Lacie, love makes no exception[1347]of a friend,Nor deemes it of a prince but as a man.Honour bids thee controll[1348]him in his lust;60His wooing is not for to wed the girle,But to intrap her and beguile the lasse.Lacie, thou lovest, then brooke not such abuse,But wed her, and abide thy prince's frowne;[1349]For better[1350]die than see her live disgracde.65
Lacie[solus]. Daphne, the damsell that caught Phæbus fast,50
And lockt him in the brightnesse of her lookes,
Was not so beautious in Appollos eyes
As is faire Margret to the Lincolne earle;—
Recant thee, Lacie—thou art put in trust.
Edward, thy soveraignes sonne, hath chosen thee,55
A secret friend, to court her for himself,
And darest thou wrong thy prince with trecherie?—
Lacie, love makes no exception[1347]of a friend,
Nor deemes it of a prince but as a man.
Honour bids thee controll[1348]him in his lust;60
His wooing is not for to wed the girle,
But to intrap her and beguile the lasse.
Lacie, thou lovest, then brooke not such abuse,
But wed her, and abide thy prince's frowne;[1349]
For better[1350]die than see her live disgracde.65
Margret.Come, Frier, I will shake him from his dumpes.— [Advancing.]How cheere you, sir? a penie for your thought!Your early up, pray God it be the neere.[1351]What, come from Beckles in a morne so soone?
Margret.Come, Frier, I will shake him from his dumpes.— [Advancing.]
How cheere you, sir? a penie for your thought!
Your early up, pray God it be the neere.[1351]
What, come from Beckles in a morne so soone?
Lacie.Thus watchfull are such men as live in love,70Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe.I tell thee, Peggie, since last Harlston faireMy minde hath felt a heape of passions.
Lacie.Thus watchfull are such men as live in love,70
Whose eyes brooke broken slumbers for their sleepe.
I tell thee, Peggie, since last Harlston faire
My minde hath felt a heape of passions.
Mar.A trustie man, that court it for your friend:Woo you still for the courtier all in greene?—75[Aside.] I marvell that he sues not for himselfe.
Mar.A trustie man, that court it for your friend:
Woo you still for the courtier all in greene?—75
[Aside.] I marvell that he sues not for himselfe.
Lacie.Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him;But when mine eies survaid your beautious lookes,Love, like a wagge, straight dived into my heart,And there did shrine the Idea[1352]of your selfe.80Pittie me, though I be a farmers sonne,And measure not my riches, but my love.
Lacie.Peggie, I pleaded first to get your grace for him;
But when mine eies survaid your beautious lookes,
Love, like a wagge, straight dived into my heart,
And there did shrine the Idea[1352]of your selfe.80
Pittie me, though I be a farmers sonne,
And measure not my riches, but my love.
Margret.You are verie hastie; for to garden well,Seeds must have time to sprout before they springLove ought to creepe as doth the dials shade,85For timely[1353]ripe is rotten too too[1354]soone.
Margret.You are verie hastie; for to garden well,
Seeds must have time to sprout before they spring
Love ought to creepe as doth the dials shade,85
For timely[1353]ripe is rotten too too[1354]soone.
Bungay[advancing].Deus hic; roome for a merrie frier!What, youth of Beckles, with the keepers lasse?Tis well; but tell me, heere you any newes?
Bungay[advancing].Deus hic; roome for a merrie frier!
What, youth of Beckles, with the keepers lasse?
Tis well; but tell me, heere you any newes?
Margret.[1355]No, Frier: what newes?90
Margret.[1355]No, Frier: what newes?90
Bungay.Heere you not how the pursevants do postWith proclamations through ech country towne?
Bungay.Heere you not how the pursevants do post
With proclamations through ech country towne?
Lacie.For what, gentle frier? tell the newes.
Lacie.For what, gentle frier? tell the newes.
Bun.Dwelst thou in Beckles, & heerst not of these news?Lacie, the Earle of Lincolne, is late fled95From Windsor court, disguised like a swaine,And lurkes about the countrie heere unknowne.Henrie suspects him of some trecherie,And therefore doth proclaime in every way,That who can take the Lincolne earle shall have,100Paid in the Exchequer, twentie thousand crownes.
Bun.Dwelst thou in Beckles, & heerst not of these news?
Lacie, the Earle of Lincolne, is late fled95
From Windsor court, disguised like a swaine,
And lurkes about the countrie heere unknowne.
Henrie suspects him of some trecherie,
And therefore doth proclaime in every way,
That who can take the Lincolne earle shall have,100
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.
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:105The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner.Lord Lacie, yeeld, Ile be your gailor once.
Margret.Yes, verie well, my lord, for you are he:105
The keepers daughter tooke you prisoner.
Lord Lacie, yeeld, Ile be your gailor once.
Edward.How familiar they be, Bacon!
Edward.How familiar they be, Bacon!
Bacon.Sit still, and marke the sequell of their loves.
Bacon.Sit still, and marke the sequell of their loves.
Lacie.Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe:110Peggie, I yeeld. But are these newes in jest?[1356]
Lacie.Then am I double prisoner to thy selfe:110
Peggie, I yeeld. But are these newes in jest?[1356]
Margret.In jest with you, but earnest unto me;For why these wrongs do wring me at the heart.Ah, how these earles and noble men of birthFlatter and faine to forge poore womens ill!115
Margret.In jest with you, but earnest unto 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!115
Lacie.Beleeve me, lasse, I am the Lincolne earle:I not denie but, tyred thus in rags,I lived disguisd to winne faire Peggies love.
Lacie.Beleeve me, lasse, I am the Lincolne earle:
I not denie but, tyred thus in rags,
I lived disguisd to winne faire Peggies love.
Margret.What love is there where wedding ends not love?
Lacie.I meant,[1357]faire girle, to make thee Lacies wife.120
Margret.I litle thinke that earles wil stoop so low.
Lacie.Say shall I make thee countesse ere I sleep?
Margret.Handmaid unto the earle, so please him selfe:A wife in name, but servant in obedience.Lacie.The Lincolne countesse, for it shalbe so:125Ile plight the bands, and seale it with a kisse.
Margret.Handmaid unto the earle, so please him selfe:A wife in name, but servant in obedience.
Margret.Handmaid unto the earle, so please him selfe:
A wife in name, but servant in obedience.
Lacie.The Lincolne countesse, for it shalbe so:125Ile plight the bands, and seale it with a kisse.
Lacie.The Lincolne countesse, for it shalbe so:125
Ile plight the bands, and seale it with a kisse.
Edward.Gogs wounds, Bacon, they kisse! Ile stab them.
Bacon.Oh, hold your handes, my lord, it is the glasse!
Edward.Coller to see the traitors gree so wellMade me[1358]thinke the shadowes substances.130
Edward.Coller to see the traitors gree so wellMade me[1358]thinke the shadowes substances.130
Edward.Coller to see the traitors gree so well
Made me[1358]thinke the shadowes substances.130
Bacon.Twere a long poinard, my lord, to reach betweene Oxford and Fresingfield; but sit still and see more.[1359]
Bungay.Well, Lord of Lincolne, if your loves be knit,And that your tongues and thoughts do both agree,To avoid insuing jarres, Ile hamper up the match:135Ile take my portace[1360]forth and wed you heere.Then go to bed and scale up your desires.
Bungay.Well, Lord of Lincolne, if your loves be knit,And that your tongues and thoughts do both agree,To avoid insuing jarres, Ile hamper up the match:135Ile take my portace[1360]forth and wed you heere.Then go to bed and scale up your desires.
Bungay.Well, Lord of Lincolne, if your loves be knit,
And that your tongues and thoughts do both agree,
To avoid insuing jarres, Ile hamper up the match:135
Ile take my portace[1360]forth and wed you heere.
Then go to bed and scale up your desires.
Lacie.Frier, content.—Peggie, how like you this?
Margret.What likes my lord is pleasing unto me.
Bungay.Then hand-fast hand, and I wil to my booke.140
Bacon.What sees my lord now?
Edward.Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand,The frier readie with his portace thereTo wed them both: then am I quite undone.Bacon, helpe now, if e'er thy magicke servde!—145Helpe, Bacon; stop the marriage now,If divels or nigromancie may suffice,And I will give thee fortie thousand crownes.Bacon.Feare not, my lord, Ile stop the jolly frierFor[1361]mumbling up[1362]his orisons this day.150
Edward.Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand,The frier readie with his portace thereTo wed them both: then am I quite undone.Bacon, helpe now, if e'er thy magicke servde!—145Helpe, Bacon; stop the marriage now,If divels or nigromancie may suffice,And I will give thee fortie thousand crownes.
Edward.Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand,
The frier readie with his portace there
To wed them both: then am I quite undone.
Bacon, helpe now, if e'er thy magicke servde!—145
Helpe, Bacon; stop the marriage now,
If divels or nigromancie may suffice,
And I will give thee fortie thousand crownes.
Bacon.Feare not, my lord, Ile stop the jolly frierFor[1361]mumbling up[1362]his orisons this day.150
Bacon.Feare not, my lord, Ile stop the jolly frier
For[1361]mumbling up[1362]his orisons this day.150
Lacie.Why speakst not, Bungay? Frier, to thy booke.
Bungayis mute, crying,'Hud, hud.'
Margret.How lookest thou, Frier, as a man distraught?Reft of thy sences, Bungay? shew by signes,If thou be dum, what passions[1363]holdeth thee.Lacie.Hees dumbe indeed: Bacon hath with his divels155Enchanted him, or else some strange diseaseOr appoplexie hath possest his lungs:But, Peggie, what he cannot with his booke,Weel twixt us both unite it up in heart.Margret.Els let me die, my lord, a miscreant.160Edward.Why stands Frier Bungay[1364]so amazd?Bacon.I have strook him dum, my lord; &, if your honor please,[1365]Ile fetch this Bungay straightway from Fresingfield,[1365]And he shall dine with us in Oxford here.Edward.Bacon, doe that, and thou contentest me.165Lacie.Of courtesie, Margret, let us lead the frierUnto thy fathers lodge, to comfort himWith brothes, to bring him from this haplesse trance.Margret.Or els, my lord, we were passing unkindeTo leave the frier so in his distresse.170
Margret.How lookest thou, Frier, as a man distraught?Reft of thy sences, Bungay? shew by signes,If thou be dum, what passions[1363]holdeth thee.
Margret.How lookest thou, Frier, as a man distraught?
Reft of thy sences, Bungay? shew by signes,
If thou be dum, what passions[1363]holdeth thee.
Lacie.Hees dumbe indeed: Bacon hath with his divels155Enchanted him, or else some strange diseaseOr appoplexie hath possest his lungs:But, Peggie, what he cannot with his booke,Weel twixt us both unite it up in heart.
Lacie.Hees dumbe indeed: Bacon hath with his divels155
Enchanted him, or else some strange disease
Or appoplexie hath possest his lungs:
But, Peggie, what he cannot with his booke,
Weel twixt us both unite it up in heart.
Margret.Els let me die, my lord, a miscreant.160
Margret.Els let me die, my lord, a miscreant.160
Edward.Why stands Frier Bungay[1364]so amazd?
Edward.Why stands Frier Bungay[1364]so amazd?
Bacon.I have strook him dum, my lord; &, if your honor please,[1365]Ile fetch this Bungay straightway from Fresingfield,[1365]And he shall dine with us in Oxford here.
Bacon.I have strook him dum, my lord; &, if your honor please,[1365]
Ile fetch this Bungay straightway from Fresingfield,[1365]
And he shall dine with us in Oxford here.
Edward.Bacon, doe that, and thou contentest me.165
Edward.Bacon, doe that, and thou contentest me.165
Lacie.Of courtesie, Margret, let us lead the frierUnto thy fathers lodge, to comfort himWith brothes, to bring him from this haplesse trance.
Lacie.Of courtesie, Margret, let us lead the frier
Unto thy fathers lodge, to comfort him
With brothes, to bring him from this haplesse trance.
Margret.Or els, my lord, we were passing unkindeTo leave the frier so in his distresse.170
Margret.Or els, my lord, we were passing unkinde
To leave the frier so in his distresse.170
Enter aDevilland carrieBungayon his backe.
Margret.O, helpe, my lord! a devill, a devill, my lord!Looke how he carries Bungay on his backe!Let's hence, for Bacons spirits be abroad.Exeunt.Edward.Bacon, I laugh to see the jolly frierMounted upon the divell, and how the earle175Flees with his bonny lasse for feare.Assoone as Bungay is at Brazennose,And I have chatted with the merry frier,I will in post his me to Fresingfield,And quite these wrongs on Lacie ere it be long.180Bacon.So be it, my lord: but let us to our dinner;For ere we have taken our repast awhile,We shall have Bungay brought to Brazennose.Exeunt.
Margret.O, helpe, my lord! a devill, a devill, my lord!Looke how he carries Bungay on his backe!Let's hence, for Bacons spirits be abroad.Exeunt.
Margret.O, helpe, my lord! a devill, a devill, my lord!
Looke how he carries Bungay on his backe!
Let's hence, for Bacons spirits be abroad.
Exeunt.
Edward.Bacon, I laugh to see the jolly frierMounted upon the divell, and how the earle175Flees with his bonny lasse for feare.Assoone as Bungay is at Brazennose,And I have chatted with the merry frier,I will in post his me to Fresingfield,And quite these wrongs on Lacie ere it be long.180
Edward.Bacon, I laugh to see the jolly frier
Mounted upon the divell, and how the earle175
Flees with his bonny lasse for feare.
Assoone as Bungay is at Brazennose,
And I have chatted with the merry frier,
I will in post his me to Fresingfield,
And quite these wrongs on Lacie ere it be long.180
Bacon.So be it, my lord: but let us to our dinner;For ere we have taken our repast awhile,We shall have Bungay brought to Brazennose.Exeunt.
Bacon.So be it, my lord: but let us to our dinner;
For ere we have taken our repast awhile,
We shall have Bungay brought to Brazennose.
Exeunt.
Enter three doctors,Burden, Mason, Clement.
Mason.Now that we are gathered in the Regenthouse,[1366]It fits us talke about the kings repaire;For he, troopt[1367]with all the westerne kings,That lie alongst the Dansick seas by east,North by the clime of frostie Germanie,5The Almain monarke and the Saxon[1368]duke,Castile and lovely Ellinor with him,Have in their jests resolved for Oxford towne.Burden.We must lay plots of stately tragedies,Strange comick showes, such as proud Rossius[1369]10Vaunted before the Romane emperours,To welcome all the westerne potentates.[1370]Clement.But more; the king by letters hath foretoldThat Fredericke, the Almaine emperour,Hath brought with him a Germane of esteeme,15Whose surname is Don Jaquesse Vandermast,Skilfull in magicke and those secret arts.Mason.Then must we all make sute unto the frier,To Frier Bacon, that he vouch this taske,And undertake to countervaile in skill20The German; els theres none in Oxford canMatch and dispute with learned Vandermast.Burden.Bacon, if he will hold the German play,Will[1371]teach him what an English frier can doe;The divell, I thinke, dare not dispute with him.25Clement.Indeed, mas doctor, he [dis[1372]]pleasured you,In that he brought your hostesse with her spit,From Henly, posting unto Brazennose.Burden.A vengeance on the frier for his paines!But leaving that, lets hie[1373]to Bacon straight,30To see if he will take this taske in hand.
Mason.Now that we are gathered in the Regenthouse,[1366]It fits us talke about the kings repaire;For he, troopt[1367]with all the westerne kings,That lie alongst the Dansick seas by east,North by the clime of frostie Germanie,5The Almain monarke and the Saxon[1368]duke,Castile and lovely Ellinor with him,Have in their jests resolved for Oxford towne.
Mason.Now that we are gathered in the Regenthouse,[1366]
It fits us talke about the kings repaire;
For he, troopt[1367]with all the westerne kings,
That lie alongst the Dansick seas by east,
North by the clime of frostie Germanie,5
The Almain monarke and the Saxon[1368]duke,
Castile and lovely Ellinor with him,
Have in their jests resolved for Oxford towne.
Burden.We must lay plots of stately tragedies,Strange comick showes, such as proud Rossius[1369]10Vaunted before the Romane emperours,To welcome all the westerne potentates.[1370]
Burden.We must lay plots of stately tragedies,
Strange comick showes, such as proud Rossius[1369]10
Vaunted before the Romane emperours,
To welcome all the westerne potentates.[1370]
Clement.But more; the king by letters hath foretoldThat Fredericke, the Almaine emperour,Hath brought with him a Germane of esteeme,15Whose surname is Don Jaquesse Vandermast,Skilfull in magicke and those secret arts.
Clement.But more; the king by letters hath foretold
That Fredericke, the Almaine emperour,
Hath brought with him a Germane of esteeme,15
Whose surname is Don Jaquesse Vandermast,
Skilfull in magicke and those secret arts.
Mason.Then must we all make sute unto the frier,To Frier Bacon, that he vouch this taske,And undertake to countervaile in skill20The German; els theres none in Oxford canMatch and dispute with learned Vandermast.
Mason.Then must we all make sute unto the frier,
To Frier Bacon, that he vouch this taske,
And undertake to countervaile in skill20
The German; els theres none in Oxford can
Match and dispute with learned Vandermast.
Burden.Bacon, if he will hold the German play,Will[1371]teach him what an English frier can doe;The divell, I thinke, dare not dispute with him.25
Burden.Bacon, if he will hold the German play,
Will[1371]teach him what an English frier can doe;
The divell, I thinke, dare not dispute with him.25
Clement.Indeed, mas doctor, he [dis[1372]]pleasured you,In that he brought your hostesse with her spit,From Henly, posting unto Brazennose.
Clement.Indeed, mas doctor, he [dis[1372]]pleasured you,
In that he brought your hostesse with her spit,
From Henly, posting unto Brazennose.
Burden.A vengeance on the frier for his paines!But leaving that, lets hie[1373]to Bacon straight,30To see if he will take this taske in hand.
Burden.A vengeance on the frier for his paines!
But leaving that, lets hie[1373]to Bacon straight,30
To see if he will take this taske in hand.
Clement.Stay, what rumor is this? The towne is up in a mutinie: what hurly burlie is this?
Enter aConstable,withRaphe,Warren,Ermsbie,andMiles.
Constable.Nay, maisters, if you were nere so good, you shall before the doctors to aunswer your misdemeanour.35
Burden.Whats the matter, fellow?
Constable.Marrie, sir, heres a companie of rufflers,[1374]that, drinking in the taverne, have made a great braule, and almost kilde the vintner.
Miles.Salve, Doctor Burden![1375]This lubberly lurden,[1376]40Ill-shapte and ill faced, disdaind and disgraced,What he tels unto vobis mentitur de nobis.
Miles.Salve, Doctor Burden![1375]This lubberly lurden,[1376]40Ill-shapte and ill faced, disdaind and disgraced,What he tels unto vobis mentitur de nobis.
Miles.Salve, Doctor Burden![1375]This lubberly lurden,[1376]40
Ill-shapte and ill faced, disdaind and disgraced,
What he tels unto vobis mentitur de nobis.
Burden.Who is the maister and cheefe of this crew?