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Miles. Nay, now my master goes to conjura- Is under him, and he the master there, tion, take heed.
So surely shall this head of brass be fram'd, Bacon. Masters,
And yield forth strange and uncouth aphorisms; Stand still, fear not, I'll show you but his book. And hell and Hecate shall fail the friar,
[Conjures. But I will circle England round with brass. Per omnes deos infernales, Belcephon?
Miles. So be it et nunc et semper;' amen. Enter HOSTESS with a shoulder of mutton on a
[Exeunt. spit, and a Devil.
Enter MARGARET and Joax; THOMAS, RICHARD, Miles. Oh, master, cease your conjuration, or
and other Clowns; and Lace disguised in country you spoil all; for here's a she-devil come with a
'apparel. shoulder of mutton on a spit: you have marred Thom. By my troth, Margaret, here's a weather the devil's supper; but no doubt he thinks our is able to make a man call his father whoreson.' college fare is slender, and so hath sent you his If this weather hold, we shall have hay good ? cook with a shoulder of mutton, to make it cheap, and butter and cheese at Harleston will exceed.
bear no price. Hostess. Oh, where am I, or what's become of Mar. Thomas, maids when they come to seo me?
the fair Bacon. What art thou ?
Count not to make a cope 3 for dearth of hay: Hostess.' Hostess at Henley, Mistress of the When we have turn'd our butter to the salt, Bell.
And set our cheese safely upon the racks, Bacon. How cam'st thou here?
Then let our fathers prize it as they please. Hostess. As I was in the kitchen 'mongst the We country sluts of merry Fressing field maids,
Come to buy needless naughts to make us fine, Spitting the meat 'gainst supper for my guess, And look that young men should be frank this day, A motion moved me to look forth of door:
And court us with such fairings as they can. No sooner bad I pried into the yard,
Phoebus is blythe, and frolic looks from heaven, But straight a whirlwind hoisted me from thence As when he courted lovely Semele, And mounted me aloft unto the clouds.
Swearing the pedlars shall have empty packs, As in a trance I thought nor feared naught, If that fair weather may make chapmen buy. Nor know I where nor whither I was ta'en,
Lacy. But, lovely Peggy, Semele is dead, Nor where I am, nor what these persons be. And therefore Phoebus from his palace pries,
Bacon. No? Know you not Master Burden ? And, seeing such a sweet and seemly saint, Hostess. Oh yes, good sir, he is my daily Shows all his glories for to court yourself. guest.
Mar. This is a fairing, gentle sir, indeed, What! Master Burden ; 'twas but yesternight To soothe me up with such smooth flattery; That you and I at Henley play'd at cards. But learn of me, your scoff's too broad before.
Burd. I know not what we did. A pox of all Well, Joan, our beauties must abide their jests; conjuring friars !
We serve the turn in jolly Fressingfield.
A farmer's daughter for a farmer's son:
[All this while Lacy whispers MARGARET When he can fetch thine hostess in such post ? 3
in the ear. Miles. I'll warrant you, master, if Master Bur- | But, Thomas, what's the news? what! in a dump: den could conjure as well as you, he would have Give me your hand, we are near a pedlar's shop; his book every night from Henley to study on at Out with your purse, we must have fairings now. Uxford.
Thom. Faith, Joan, and shall: I'll bestow it Mason. Burden,
fairing on you; and then we will to the tavern, What! are you mated by this frolic friar? and snap off a pint of wine or two. Look how he droops; his guilty conscience Mar. Whence are you, sir?—of Suffolk? for Drives him to 'bash, and makes his hostess blush.
your terins Bacon. Well, mistress, for I will not have you Are finer than the common sort of men. missid,
Lacy. Faith, lovely girl, I am of Beccles by, You shall to Henley to cheer up your guests Your neighbour, not above six miles from hence, 'Fore supper 'gin. Burden, bid her adieu; A farmer's son, that never was so quaint Say farewell to your hostess 'fore she goes. But that he could do courtesy to such dames. Sirrah, away, and set her safe at home.
But trust me, Margaret, I am sent in charge Hostess. Master Burden, when shall we see you
From him that revell'd in your father's house, at Henley?
And fill'd his lodge with cheer and venison, Burd. The devil take thee and Henley too. 'Tired in green: he sent you this rich purse,
[Exeunt Hostess and Devil. His token that he help'd you run your cheese, Miles. Master, shall I make a good motion ? And in the milkhouse chatted with yourself. Bacon. What's that?
Mar. To me? You forget yourself. Miles. Marry, sir, now that my hostess is gone Lacy. Women are often weak in memory. to provide supper, conjure up another spirit, and Mar. Oh, pardon, sir, I call to mind the man: send Doctor Burden flying after.
'Twere little manners to refuse his gift, Bacon. Thus, rulers of our academic state, And yet I hope he sends it not for love; You have seen the friar frame his art by proof; For we have little leisure to debate of that. And as the college called Brazen-nose
Joan. What! Margaret, blush not: maids must
have their loves. 1 'By all the infernal deities, Belcephon!'
guess was often used for guests by our early writers. I both now and ever.' post--speed; post-haste we now say.
good--very. * mated-confounded; same as mate in checkmate. cope-a bargain or purchase; from same root as chop. s'bash-abash; i.e. to feel abashed or affronted. cheap, chap.
Thom. Nay, by the mass, she looks pale as if Elin. After that English Henry by his lords she were angry.
Had sent Prince Edward's lovely counterfeit, Rich. Sirrah, are you of Beccles? I pray, how A present to the Castile Elinor, doth goodman Cob? My father bought a horse of The comely portrait of so brave a man, him.-I'll tell you, Margaret, 'al were good to be The virtuous fame discoursed of his deeds, a gentleman's jade; for of all things the foul hild Edward's courageous resolution, ing could not abide a dung-cart.
Done at the Holy Land 'fore Damas' walls, Mar. [aside.] How different is this farmer from Led both mine eye and thoughts in equal links,
To like so of the English monarch's son, That erstå as yet have pleas'd my wandering sight! That I attempted perils for his sake. His words are witty, quickend with a smile, Emp. Where is the prince, my lord? His courtesy gentle, smelling of the court;
K. Hen. He posted down, not long since, from Facile and debonair in all his deeds;
the court, Proportion'd as was Paris, when in greys To Suffolk side, to merry Framlingham, He courted Enon in the vale by Troy.
To sport himself amongst my fallow deer:
To Oxford, in the académy there
To will him come from Oxford to the court. Although thou well wouldst wish him for thy Emp. Nay, rather, Henry, let us, as we be, love:
Ride for to visit Oxford with our train, Keep that to thee till time doth serve thy turn, Fain would I see your universities, To show the grief wherein thy heart doth burn.- And what learn’d men your académy yields. Come, Joan and Thomas, shall we to the fair?- From Hapsburg have I brought a learned clerk You, Beccles man, will not forsake us now? To hold dispute with English orators:
Lacy. Not whilst I may have such quaints This doctor, surnam'd Jacques Vandermast, girls as you,
[field, A German born, pass'd into Padua, Mar. Well, if you chance to come by Fressing- To Florence and to fair Bologna, Make but a step into the Keeper's lodge,
To Paris, Rheims, and stately Orleans, And such poor fare as woodmen can afford, And, talking there with men of art, put down Butter and cheese, cream and fat venison, The chiefest of them all in aphorisms, You shall have store, and welcome therewithal. In magic, and the mathematic rules: Lacy. Gramercios, Peggy; look for me ere long. | Now let us, Henry, try him in your schools.
[Exeunt. K. Hen. He shall, my lord; this motion likes Enter KING HENRY THE THIRD, the EMPEROR, the
We'll progress straight to Oxford with our trains, KING OF CASTILE, Elinor, and VANDERMAST.
And see what men our académy brings.K. Hen. Great men of Europe, monarchs of the And, wonder Vandermast, welcome to me: west,
In Oxford shalt thou find a jolly friar, Ring'd with the walls of old Oceanus,
Call’d Friar Bacon, England's only flower: Whose lofty surges' like the battlements
Set him but nonplus in his magic spells, That compassid high-built Babel in with towers, And make him yield in mathematic rules, Welcome, my lords, welcome, brave western kings, And for thy glory I will bind thy brows, To England's shore, whose promontory-cleeves 8 Not with a poet's garland made of bays, Show Albion is another little world;
But with a coronet of choicest gold. Welcome says Engiish Henry to you all; Whilst? then we set to Oxford with our troops, Chiefly unto the lovely Elinor,
Let's in and banquet in our English court. Who dar'd for Edward's sake cut through the seas,
[Ereunt. And venture as Agenor's damsel through the deep, Enter RALPH SIMNELL in PRINCE Edward's To get the love of Henry's wanton son. K. of Cast. England's rich monarch, brave
apparel; and PRINCE EDWARD, WARREN, Plantagenet,
and ERMSBY, disguised. The Pyren Mounts swelling above the clouds, Ralph. Where be these vagabond knaves, that That ward the wealthy Castile in with walls, they attend no better on their master? Could not detain the beauteous Elinor;
P. Edw. If it please your honour, we are all But hearing of the fame of Edward's youth, ready at an inch. She dard to brook Neptunus' haughty pride, Ralph. Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more postAnd bide the brunt of froward Æolus:
horse to ride on : I'll have another fetch.s Then may fair England welcome her the more. Erms. I pray you, how is that, my lord ?
Ralph. Marry, sir, I'll send to the Isle of Ely l'a-he.
for four or five dozen of geese, and I'll have them ? hilding—a base, menial wretch, a term of contempt tied six and six together with whip-cord: now often used by old riters; possibly from hinderling, upon their backs will I have a fair field-bed with a provincial word signifying degenerate, or from Anglo. a canopy; and so, when it is my pleasure, I'l! Saxon, hylden, to bend.
flee into what place I please. This will be easy. 3 erst generally means formerly, but is here equivalent
War. Your honour hath said well: but shall to ere, or hitherto. grey was the phrase for a homely shepherd's garb,'
we to Brazen-nose College before we pull off our cquivalent to the Scotch homespun “hodden grey."
boots ? -Rev. J. MITFORD.
Erms. Warren, well motion'd; we will to the 5 quaint, which, according to some, comes from old
friar Fr. coint, pretty, affable, Lat. comptus, trimmed, here
Before we revel it within the town.means, trim, neat.
6 Gramercies, from Fr. grande merci, means, many thanks, much obliged.
I counterfeit-portrait. This, perhaps, should be surge is.
2 Whilst, &c.--Until we set ont. promontory-cleeves-See note 2, p. 79, 1st col.
3 fetch--stratagem or contrivance.
Ralph, see you keep your countenance like a Thy fool disguis'd cannot conceal thyself: prince.
I know both Ermshy and the Sussex Earl, Ralph. Wherefore have I such a company of Else Friar Bacon had but little skill. cutting: knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and Thou com’st in post from merry Fressingfield, defend my countenance against all mine enemies? Fast-fancied to the Keeper's bonny lass, Have you not good swords and bucklers ?
To crave some succour of the jolly friar: Erms. Stay, who comes here?
And Lacy, Earl of Lincoln, hast thou left War. Some scholar; and we'll ask him where To treat? fair Margaret to allow thy loves; Friar Bacon is.
But friends are men, and love can baffle lords;
The earl both woos and courts her for himself. Enter FRIAR BACON and MILES.
War. Ned, this is strange; the friar knoweth all. Bacon. Why, thou arrant dunce, shall I never Erms. Apollo could not utter more than this. make thee a good scholar? Doth not all the P. Edw. I stand amaz'd to hear this jolly friar town cry out and say, Friar Bacon's subsizer is Tell even the very secrets of my thoughts.the greatest blockhead in all Oxford? Why, thou But, learned Bacon, since thou know'st the cause canst not speak one word of true Latin.
Why I did post so fast from Fressingfield, Miles. No, sir? yet, what is this else? Ego Help, friar, at a pinch, that I may have sum tuus homo, 'I am your man:' I warrant you, The love of lovely Margaret to myself, sir, as good Tully's phrase as any is in Oxford. And, as I am true Prince of Wales, I'll give
Bacon. Come on, sirrah; what part of speech Living and lands to strength thy college-state.3 is Ego?
War. Good friar, help the prince in this. Miles. Ego, that is ‘I;' marry, nomen substantivo.? Ralph. Why, servant Ned, will not the friar do Bacon. How prove you that?
it? Were not my sword glued to my scabbard Miles. Why, sir, let him prove himself an'a 3 by conjuration, I would cut off his head, and will, I can be heard, felt, and understood.
make him do it by force. Bacon. O gross dunce !
[Beats him. Miles. In faith, my lord, your manhood and P. Edw. Come, let us break off this dispute your sword is all alike; they are so fast conjured between these two.-Sirrab, where is Brazen- | that we shall never see them. nose College ?
Erms. What! doctor, in a dump! tush, help Miles. Not far from Coppersmith's Hall.
the prince, P. Edu. What! dost thou mock me?
And thou shalt see how liberal he will prove. Miles. Not I, sir; but what would you at Bacon. Crave not such actions greater dumps Brazen-nose?
than these? Erms. Marry, we would speak with Friar Bacon. I will, my lord, strain out my magic spells; Miles. Whose men be you?
For this day comes the earl to Fressingfield, Erns. Marry, scholar, here's our master. And 'fore that night shuts in the day with dark, Ralph. Sirrah, am the master of these good They'll be betrothèd each to other fast. fellows; mayst thou not know me to be a lord But come with me; we'll to my study straight, by my reparrel?
And in a glass prospective I will show Miles. Then here's good game for the hawk; What's done this day in merry Fressingfield. for here's the master-fool and a covey of cox P. Edw. Gramercies, Bacon; I will quite thy pain. combs. One wise man, I think, would spring you Bacon. But send your train, my lord, into the all.
town: P. Edw. Gog's wounds! Warren, kill him. My scholar shall go bring them to their inn;
War. Why, Ned, I think the devil be in my Meanwhile we'll see the knavery of the earl. sheath; I cannot get out my dagger.
P. Edw. Warren, leave me:-and, Ermsby, Erms. Nor I mine. Swones, Ned, I think I take the fool; am bewitched.
Let him be master, and go revel it, Miles. A company of scabs!6 the proudest of Till I and Friar Bacon talk awhile. you all draw your weapon, if he can.-[Aside.] War. We will, my lord. See how boldly I speak, now my master is by. Ralph. Faith, Ned, and I'll lord it out till thou P. Edw. I strive in vain; but if my sword comest. I'll be Prince of Wales over all the be shut
black-pots in Oxford. And conjur'd fast by magic in my sheath,
[Exeunt WARREN, ERMSBY, RALPH SIMNELL, Villain, here is my fist.
and MILES. [Strikes Miles a box on the ear. Miles. Oh, I beseech you conjure his hands too, Friar Bacon and PRINCE EDWARD go into the that he may not lift his arms to his head, for he
study. is light-fingered!
Bacon. Now, frolic* Edward, welcome to my Ralph. Ned, strike him; I'll warrant thee by cell; mine honour.
Here tempers Friar Bacon many toys, Bacon. What! means the English prince to And holds this place his consistory-court, wrong my man?
Wherein the devils plead homage to his words. P. Edw. To whom speak'st thou?
Within this glass prospective thou shalt see Bacon. To thee.
This day what's done in merry Fressingfield P. Edw. Who art thou ?
'Twixt lovely Peggy and the Lincoln Earl. Bacon. Could you not judge when all your P. Edw. Friar, thou glad'st me : now shall swords grew fast,
Edward try That Friar Bacon was not far from hence? How Lacy meaneth to his sovereign lord. Edward, King Henry's son and Prince of Wales, Bacon. Stand there and look directly in the
glass. I cutting-swaggering. 2.Noun substantive.' an duif he. 4 reparrel-apparel.
1 Fast-fancied-held fast by fancy. S suones or zwounds, and Gog's wounds, both mean 2 treat-entreat. the sarne thing, viz. God's wounds, a common forin of 8 thy college-state--probably means the state of thy oath in Greene's time.
college. & Sec note 2, p. 78, 2d col.
4 frolic-gay, merry; Ger. fröhlich-gay, joyful.
Enter MARGARET and FRIAR BUXGAY.
Mar. Come, friar, I will shake him from his dumps.
[Comes forward. What sees my lord ?
How cheer you, sir? a penny for your thought. P. Edw. I see the Keeper's lovely lass appear, You're early up, pray God it be the near.' As brightsome as the paramour' of Mars,
What! come from Beccles in a morn so soon? Only attended by a jolly friar.
Lacy. Thus watchful are such men as live in Bacon. Sit still
, and keep the crystal in your love, eye.
Whose eyes brook broken slumbers for their Mar. But tell me, Friar Bungay, is it true?
sleep. That this fair courteous country swain,
I tell thee, Peggy, since last Harleston fair Who says his father is a farmer nigh,
My mind hath felt a heap of passions. Can be Lord Lacy, Earl of Lincolnshire?
Mar. A trusty man, that court it for your Bun. Peggy, 'tis true, 'tis Lacy for my life,
Mar. Be what he will, his lure is but for lust: But when mine eyes survey'd your beauteous But did Lord Lacy like poor Margaret,
looks, Or would he deign to wed a country lass, Love, like a wag, straight div'd into my heart, Friar, I would his humble handmaid be,
And there did shrine the idea of yourself.
Bun. Why, Margaret, dost thou love him ? And measure not my riches, but my love.
Seeds must have time to sprout before they
Love ought to creep as doth the dial's shade, As Greece afforded in her chiefest prime:
For timely? ripe is rotten too-too soon. Courteous, ah friar, full of pleasing smiles!
Bun. Deus hic;3 room for a merry friar! Trust me, I love too much to tell thee more; What! youth of Beccles, with the Keeper's lass? Suffice to me he's England's paramour.
'Tis well; but tell me, hear you any news? Bun. Hath not each eye that view'd thy pleas Mar. No, friar; what news? ing face
Bun. Hear you not how the pursuivants do Surnamed thee Fair Maid of Fressingfield ?
post Mar. Yes, Bungay; and would God the lovely With proclamations through each country-town? earl
Lacy. For what, gentle friar? Tell the news. Had that in esse that so many sought.
Bun. Dwell'st thou in Beccles, and hear'st not Bun. Fear not, the friar will not be behind
of these news? To show his cunning to entangle love.
Lacy, the Earl of Lincoln is late fled P. Edw. I think the friar courts the bonny From Windsor court, disguised like a swain, wench:
And lurks about the country here unknown. Bacon, methinks he is a lusty churl.
Henry suspects him of some treachery, Bacon. Now look, my lord.
And therefore doth proclaim in every way,
That who can take the Lincoln Earl shall have, Enter LACY disguised as before.
Paid in the exchequer twenty thousand crowns. P. Edw. Gog's wounds, Bacon, here comes Lacy. The Earl of Lincoln! Friar, thou art Lacy!
mad: Bacon. Sit still, my lord, and mark the comedy. It was some other; thou mistak'st the man. Buit. Here's Lacy, Margaret; step aside a while. The Earl of Lincoln! why, it cannot be.
[Retires with MARGARET. Mar. Yes, very well, my lord, for you are he: Lacy. Daphne, the damsel that caught Phoebus The Keeper's daughter took you prisoner. fast,
Lord Lacy, yield, I'll be your gaoler once. And lock'd him in the brightness of her looks, P. Edw. How familiar they be, Bacon! Was not so beauteous in Apollo's eyes
Bacon. Sit still, and mark the sequel of their As is fair Margaret to the Lincoln Earl.
loves. Recant thee, Lacy, thou art put in trust:
Lacy. Then am I double prisoner to thyself. Edward, thy sovereign's son, bath chosen thee, Peggy, I yield. But are these news in jest ? A secret friend, to court her for himself,
Mar. In jest with you, but earnest unto me; And dar'st thou wrong thy prince with treachery? For why: these wrongs do wring me at the Lacy, love makes no exception of a friend,
heart. Nor deems it of a prince but as a man.
Ah, how these earls and noblemen of birth Honour bids thee control him in his lust;
Flatter and feign to forge poor women's ill! His wooing is not for to wed the girl,
Lacy. Believe me, lass, I am the Lincoln Earl: But to entrap her and beguile the lass.
I not deny, but, 'tirèd thus in rags, Lacy, thou lov'st, then brook not such abuse, I liv'd disguis'd to win fair Peggy's love. But wed her, and abide thy prince's frown; Mar. What love is there where wedding ends For better die than see her life disgrac'd.
Lacy. I meant, fair girl, to make thee Lacy's
wife. 1 paramour of Mars-i. e. Venus.
Mar. I little think that earls will stoop so low. 2 What passes between Bungay and Margaret, and afterwards with Lacy, must have been represented on a sort of inner stage, or perhaps at the back of the stage, while Edward and Bacon were in front, looking 1 You're early up, pray God it be the near-near, i.e. at them in the "glass perspective."'- Dodsley's Old nearer. Dyce thinks this an allusion to the proverb, Plays (ed. 1825).
* Early up and never the nearer.' 3 quite-requite. 4 avouch-answer. 2 timely-early.
3. God be here." rape-another reading is 'cape.'
* For why-because.
Lacy. Say shall I make the countess ere I P. Edw. Bacon, I laugh to see the jolly friar sleep?
Mounted upon the devil, and how the earl
As soon as Bungay is at Brazen-nose,
Lacy. The Lincoln Countess, for it shall be so. I will in post hie me to Fressingfield,
P. Edw. Gog's wounds, Bacon, they kiss! I'll Bacon. So be it, my lord: but let us to our stab them.
dinner; Bacon. Oh, hold your hands, my lord, it is the For ere we have taken our repast awhile, glass!
We shall have Bungay brought to Brazen-nose. P. Edro. Choler to see the traitors gree so well
[Exeunt. Made me [to) think the shadows substances. Bacon. "Twere a long poniard, my lord, to
Enter BURDEN, MASON, and CLEMENT. reach between
Mason. Now that we are gather'd in the ReOxford and Fressingfield; but sit still and see gent house, more,
It fits us talk about the king's repair, Bun. Well, Lord of Lincoln, if your loves be For he, troopèd with all the western kings, knit,
That lie alongst the Dantzic seas by east, And that your tongues and thoughts do both North by the clime of frosty Germany, agree,
The Almain monarch, and the Saxon' duke, To avoid ensuing jars, I'll hamper up the match. Castile and lovely Elinor with him, I'll take my portace' forth and wed you here: Have in their jests 2 resolv'd for Oxford town. Then go to bed and seal up your desires.
Burd. We must lay plots of stately tragedies, Lacy. Friar, content.-Peggy, how like you Strange comic shows, such as proud Roscius this?
Vaunted before the Roman emperors. Mar. What likes my lord is pleasing unto me. Clem. To welcome all the western potentates.
Bun. Then hand-fast hand, and I will to my But more; the king by letters hath foretold book.
That Frederick, the Almain emperor, Bacon. What sees my lord now?
Hath brought with him a German of esteem, P. Edw. Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand, Whose surname is Don Jaques Vandermast, The friar ready with his portace there
Skilful in magic and those secret arts. To wed them both: then am I quite undone. Mason.' Then must we all make suit unto the Bacon, help now, if e'er thy magic serv'd;
friar, Help, Bacon; stop the marriage now,
To Friar Bacon, that he vouch 3 this task, If devils or necromancy may suffice,
And undertake to countervail in skill And I will give thee forty thousand crowns. The German; else there's none in Oxford can
Bacon. Fear not, my lord, I'll stop the jolly friar Match and dispute with learned Vandermast. For mumbling up his orisons this day.
Burd. Bacon, if he will hold the German play, Lacy. Why speak’st not, Bungay? Friar, to Will teach him what an English friar can do: thy book,
The devil, I think, dare not dispute with him. [Bungay is mute, crying · Hud, hud.' Clem. Indeed, Mast doctor, he [displeasur'd Mæ. How look'st thou, friar, as a man dis you, traught?
In that he brought your hostess with her spit, Rest of thy senses, Bungay? show by signs, From Henley, posting unto Brazen-nose. If thou be dumb, what passion holdeth thee. Burd. A vengeance on the friar for his pains ! Lacy. He's dumb indeed. Bacon bath with But leaving that, let's hie to Bacon straight, his devils
To see if he will take this task in hand. Enchanted him, or else some strange disease Clem. Stay, what rumour is this? The town Or apoplexy hath possess'd his lungs:
is up in a mutiny: what hurly-burly is this? But, Peggy, what he cannot with his book, We'll 'twixt us both unite it up in heart.
Enter a Constable, with RALPH SIMNELL, WARMar. Else let me die, my lord, a miscreant.
REN, ERMsBy, all three disguised as before, and
MILES. P. Edw. Why stands Friar Bungay so amaz'd ? Bacon. I have struck him dumb, my lord; Cons. Nay, masters, if you were ne'er so good, and if your honour please,
you shall before the doctors to answer your misI'll fetch this Bungay straightway from Fress- | demeanour. ingfield,
Burd. What's the matter, fellow? And he shall dine with us in Oxford here.
Cons. Marry, sir, here's a company of rufflers, 5 P. Edu. Bacon, do that, and thou contentest me. that, drinking in the tavern, have made a great Lacy. Of courtesy, Margaret, let us lead the brawl, and almost killed the vintner. friar
Miles. Salve,& Doctor Burden! Unto thy father's lodge, to comfort him
This lubberly lurden,? With broths, to bring him from this hapless
trance. Mar. Or else, my lord, we were passing unkind 1 Saxon. "Scocon' is the common reading. To leave the friar so in his distress.
2 jests or gests. In the time of the royal progresses,
the king's stages, as we may sce by the journals of them Enter a Devil, who carries off BUNGAY on his back. in the herald's office, were called his gests, from the old Oh, help, my lord! a devil, a devil, my lord!
Fr. word giste, diversorium.'--NARES, It may possibly,
however, mean here merely doings, from Lat. gero, Look how he carries Bungay on his back!
gestum, to do. Let's hence, for Bacon's spirits be a broad.
3 vouch-to maintain, undertake; literally, to call [Exit with LACY. upon, to defend.
* Mas-probably an abbreviation for Master.
6 Hail' 1 portace, also portasse, portesse, porthose, etc.-port 7 lurden or lourden-a heavy, lumpish, lazy fellow; able prayer-book or breviary.
Fr, lourd, heavy, dull.