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Ill-shap'd and ill-fac'd,

Like Barclay's ship, Disdain'd and disgrac'd,

From Oxford do skip What he tells unto vobis ?

With colleges and schools, Mentitur de nobis.

Full-loaden with fools. Burd. Who is the master and chief of this Quid dicis ad hoc, a crew?

Worshipful Domine Dawcock? 3 Miles. Ecce asinum mundi

Clem. Why, hare-brain'd courtiers, are you Figura rotundi,?

drunk or mad, Neat, sheat, and fine,

To taunt us up with such scurrility? As brisk as a cup of wine.

Deem you us men of base and light esteem, Burd. What are you?

To bring us such a fop for Henry's son ?Ralph. I am, fatlier doctor, as a man would say, Call out the

beadles and convey them henco the bell-wether of this company: these are my Straight to Bocardo:+ let the roisters- lie lords, and I the Prince of Wales.

Close clapt in bolts, until their wits be tame. Clem. Are you Edward, the king's son?

Erms. Why, shall we to prison, my lord ? Ralph. Sirrah Miles, bring hither the tapster Ralph. What sayest, Miles, shall I honour the that drew the wine, and, I warrant, when they prison with my presence ? see how soundly I have broke his head, they'll Miles. No, no: out with your blades, say 'twas done by no less man than a prince. And hamper these jades;

Mason. I cannot believe that this is the Prince Have a flurto and a crash, of Wales.

Now play revel-dash, War. And why so, sir?

And teach these sacerdos Mason. For they say the prince is a brave and That the Bocardos, a wise gentleman.

Like peasants and elves, War. Why, and think'st thou, doctor, that he Are meet for themselves. is not so ?

Mason. To the prison with them, constable. Dar'st thou detract and derogate from him, War. Well, doctors, seeing I have sported me Being so lovely and so brave a youth?

With laughing at these mad and merry wags, Erms. Whose face, shining with many a Know that Prince Edward is at Brazen-Dose, sugar'd smile,

And this, attirèd like the Prince of Wales, Bewrays that he is bred of princely race. Is Ralph, King Henry's only lovèd fool; Miles. And yet, master doctor,

I, Earl of Sussex, and this Érmsby, To speak like a proctor,

One of the privy chamber to the king; And tell unto you

Who, while the prince with Friar Bacon stays, What is veriment and true;

Have revell'd it in Oxford as you see. To cease of this quarrel,

Mason. My lord, pardon us, we knew not what Look but on his apparel ;

you were: Then mark but my talis,

But courtiers may make greater 'scapes than Ho is great Prince of Walis,

these. The chief of our gregis,

Wilt please your honour dine with me to-day? And filius regis :

War. I will, master doctor, and satisfy the Then 'ware what is done,

vintner for his hurt; only I must desire you to For he is Henry's whites son.

imagine him all this forenoon the Prince of Ralph. Doctors, whose doting nightcaps are Wales. not capable of my ingenious dignity, know that Mason. I will, sir. I am Edward Plantagenet, whom if you dis Ralph. And upon that I will lead the way; please, will make a ship that shall hold all your only I will have Miles go before me, because I colleges, and so carry away the niniversity with have heard Henry say that wisdom must go bea fair wind to the Bankside in Southwark.- | fore majesty.

[Ezeunt. How sayest thou, Ned Warren, shall I not do it? War. Yes, my good lord; and, if it please your

Enter PRINCE EDWARD with his poniarl in his lordship, I will gather up all

old pantofles,

hand, LACY, and MARGARET. and with the cork make you a pinnace of five P. Edw. Lacy, thou canst not shroud thy hundred ton, that shall serve the turn marvellous traitorous thoughts, well, my lord.

Nor cover, as did Cassius, all thy wiles; Erms. And I, my lord, will have pioneers For Edward hath an eye that looks as far to undermine the town, that the very gardens As Lynceus from the shores of Græcia. and orchards be carried away for your summer Did not I sit in Oxford by the friar, walks.

And see the court the maid of Fressingfield, Miles. And I, with scientia

Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kiss ? And great diligentia,

Did not proud Bungay draw his portacei forth, Will conjure and charm, To keep you from harm; That utrum horum mavis,

| Barclay's ship. The common reading is ‘Bartlet's

ship.' It is probably either a printer's error, or Miles is Your very great naris,

meant to err from ignorance. Miles alludes to The skyp of Folys of the Worlde, translated out of Lalen, Frenche,

and Doche, into Englysshe Tonge, by Alexunder Barclay 1 vobis, &c.—'you concerning us is false.'

Preste. London, 1509. 2 Behold the ass (with) the figure of the round world.' 2. What say you to that.' 3 flock.'

4 son of the king.' 3 Domine Daucock, An expression borrowed from 5 white son.

White was formerly used as a term of Skelton, whose style is here imitated.--DYCE. endearment.

4 Bocardo was the name of the old north gate of Ox& the Bankside was a part of the burgh of Southwark, ford, formerly used as a prison. Dyce thinks it was so where were once four public theatres-the Globe, the called from some allusion to the Aristotelian syllogism Swan, the Rose, and the Hope; it was also a noted in Bocardo. haunt of frail women.

5 roisters-wild, lawless, roystering fellows; rioters. ? pantofleslippers; Fr. pantoufle.

flurt. To furt or Airt is to snap the fingers de 8? Whichever of these you choose or prefer.'

risively, to mock. ship.'

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And joining hand in hand had married you, Villain, prepare thyself; for I will bathe
If Friar Bacon had not struck him duinb,

My poniard in the bosom of an earl.
And mounted him upon a spirit's back,

Lacy. Rather than live, and miss fair Margaret's That we might chat at Oxford with the friar? love, Traitor, what answer'st? is not all this true? Prince Edward, stop not at the fatal doom,

Lacy. Truth all, my lord; and thus I make reply. But stab it home: end both my loves and life. At Harleston fair, there courting for your grace, Mar. Brave Prince of Wales, honour'd for Whenas mine eye survey'd her curious shape, royal deeds, And drew the beauteous glory of her looks 'Twere sin to stain fair Venus' courts with blood; To dive into the centre of my heart,

Love's conquest ends, my lord, in courtesy : Love taught me that your honour did but jest, Spare Lacy, gentle Edward ; let me die, That princes were in fancy but as men;

For so both you and he do cease your loves. How that the lovely maid of Fressingfield

P. Edw. Lacy shall die as traitor to his lord. Was fitter to be Lacy's wedded wife

Lacy. I have deserv'd it, Edward ; act it well. Than concubine unto the Prince of Wales.

Mar. What hopes the prince to gain by Lacy's P. Edr. Injurious Lacy, did I love thee more death? Than Alexander his Hephæstion ?

P. Edw. To end the loves 'twixt him and Did I unfold the passions of my love,

Margaret. And lock them in the closet of thy thoughts? Mar. Why, thinks King Henry's son that Wert thou to Edward second to himself,

Margaret's love Sole friend, and partner of his secret loves? Hangs in th' uncertain balance of proud time? And could a glance of fading beauty break

That death shall make a discord of our thoughts? Th'enchained fetters of such private friends ? No, stab the earl, and, 'fore the morning sun Base coward, false, and too effeminate

Shall vaunti him thrice over the lofty east, To be corrival with a prince in thoughts! Margaret will meet her Lacy in the heavens. From Oxford have I posted since I din'd,

Lacy. If aught betides to lovely Margaret To quite a traitor 'fore that Edward sleep. That wrongs or wrings her honour from content,

Mar. 'Twas I, my lord, not Lacy stept awry; Europe's rich wealth nor England's monarchy For oft be sued and courted for yourself,

Should not allure Lacy to over-live. And still woo'd for the courtier all in green; Then, Edward, short my life, and end her loves. But I, whom fancy made but over-fond,

Mar. Rid? me, and keep a friend worth many Pleaded myself with looks as if I lov'd;

loves. I fed mine eye with gazing on his face,

Lacy. Nay, Edward, keep a love worth many And still bewitch'd lov'd Lacy with my looks;

friends. My heart with sighs, mine eyes pleaded with tears, Mar. An' if thy mind be such as fame hath My face held pity and content at once,

And more I could not cipher-out by signs, Then, princely Edward, let us both abide
But that I lov'd Lord Lacy with my heart. The fatal resolution of thy rage:
Then, worthy Edward, measure with thy mind Banish thou fancy, and embrace revenge,
If women's favours will not force men fall, And in one tomb knit both our carcases,
If beauty, and if darts of piercing lovo,

Whose hearts were linked in one perfect lovo. are not of force to bury thoughts of friends. P. Edw. [aside.] Edward, art thou that famous

P. Edw. I tell thee, Peggy, I will have thy loves: Prince of Wales, Edward or none shall conquer Margaret.

Who at Damasco beat the Saracens, In frigates bottom'd with rich Sethin planks, And brought'st home triumph on thy lance's Topt with the lofty firs of Lebanon,

Stemm'd and incas'd with burnish'd ivory, And shall thy plumes be pulld by Venus down?
And overlaid with plates of Persian wealth, Is't princely to dissever lovers' leagues?
Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waves,

Leave, Ned, and make a virtue of this fault,
And draw the dolphins to thy lovely eyes, And further Peg and Lacy in their loves :
To dance lavoltas 1 in the purple streams : So in subduing fancy's passion,
Sirons, with harps and silver psalteries,

Conquering thyself, thou gett'st the richest Shall wait with music at thy frigate's stem,

spoil. And entertain fair Margaret with their lays. Lacy, rise up. Fair Peggy, here's my hand : England and England's wealth shall wait on thee; | The Prince of Wales hath conquer'd all his Britain shall bend unto her prince's love,

thoughts, And do due homage to thine excellence,

And all his loves he yields unto the earl. If thou wilt be but Edward's Margaret,

Lacy, enjoy the maid of Fressingfield; Mar. Pardon, my lord: if Jove's great royalty Make her thy Lincoln Countess at the church, Sent me such presents as to Danaë;

And Ned, as he is true Plantagenet, If Phoebus, tired” in Latona's webs,

Will give her to thee frankly for thy wife. Came courting from the beauty of his lodge; Lacy. Humbly I take her of my sovereign, The dulcet tunes of frolic Mercury,

As if that Edward gave me England's right, Nor all the wealth heaven's treasury affords,

And rich'd me with the Albion diadem. Should make me leave Lord Lacy or his love. Mar. And doth the English prince mean true ? P. Edw. I have learn'd at Oxford, then, this will he vouchsafe to cease his former loves, point of schools, –

And yield the title of a country maid Ablata causa, tollitur effectus : 3

Unto Lord Lacy? Lacy, the cause that Margaret cannot love

P. Edw. I will, fair Peggy, as I am true lord. Nor fix her liking on the English prince;

Mar. Then, lordly sir, whose conquest is as Take him away, and then th' effects will fail.

In conquering love, as Cæsar's victories,

Margaret, as mild and humble in her thoughts I lacollas-a iacolta was a dance for two persons, who whirled quickly round, face to face, each leaping alter. nately; Ital. tolta ; from Latin, rolro, rolutum, to roll. 2 tired. Perhaps this should be tired.'

1 raunt-display, show. **The cause being removed, the effect will fail.'

- Rid-get rid of.

As was Aspasia unto Cyrus' self,

And that the compass of ascending elements Yields thanks, and, next Lord Lacy, doth enshrine Exceed in bigness as they do in height; Edward the second secret in her heart.

Judging the concave circle of the sun P. Edw.-Gramercy, Peggy.-Now that vows To hold the rest in his circumference. are past,

If, then, as Hermes says, the fire be greatest, And that your loves are not to be revolt,

Purest, and only giveth shape to spirits, Once, Lacy, friends again. Come, we will post Then must these dæmones that haunt that place To Oxford; for this day the king is there, Be every way superior to the rest. And brings for Edward Castile Elinor.

Bun. I reason not of elemental shapes, Peggy, I must go see and view my wife :

Nor tell I of the concave latitudes, I pray God I like her as I loved thee.

Noting their essence nor their quality, Beside, Lord Lincoln, we shall hear dispute But of the spirits that pyromancy calls, 'Twixt Friar Bacon and learn'd Vandermast. And of the vigour of the geomantic fiends. Peggy, we'll leave you for a week or two. I tell thee, German, magic haunts the ground, Mar. As it please Lord Lacy: but love's foolish And those strange necromantic spells, looks

That work such shows and wondering in the Think footsteps miles and minutes to be hours. world,

Lacy. I'll hasten, Peggy, to make short return. Are acted by those geomantic spirits But please your honour go unto the lodge, That Hermes calleth terræ filii.? We shall have butter, cheese, and venison ; The fiery spirits are but transparent shades, And yesterday I brought for Margaret

That lightly pass as heralds to bear news; A lusty bottle of neat claret wine:

But earthly fiends, clos'd in the lowest deep, Thus can we feast and entertain your grace. Dissever mountains, if they be but charg‘d,

P. Edw. 'Tis cheer, Lord Lacy, for an emperor, Being more gross and massy in their power. If he respect the person and the place.

Van. Rather these earthly geomantic spirits Come, let us in; for I will all this night

Are dull and like the place where they remain; Ride post until I come to Bacon's cell. [Exeunt. For when proud Lucifer fell from the heavens, Enter King HENRY, the EMPEROR, the KING OF

The spirits and angels that did sin with him,

Retain'd their local essence as their faults, CASTILE, ELINOR, VANDERMAST, and BUNGAY.

All subject under Luna's continent. Emp. Trust me, Plantagenet, these Oxford They which offended less hung in the fire, schools

And second faults did rest within the air; Are richly seated near the river-side:

But Lucifer and his proud-hearted fiends The mountains full of fat and fallow deer,

Were thrown into the centre of the earth, The battling pastures lade with kine and flocks, Having less understanding than the rest, The town gorgeous with high-built colleges, As having greater sin and lesser grace. And scholars seemly in their grave attire,

Therefore such gross and earthly spirits do serve Learnèd in searching principles of art.

For jugglers, witches, and vile sorcerers; What is thy judgment, Jaques Vandermast ? Whereas the pyromantic genii Van. That lordly are the buildings of the Are mighty, swift, and of far-reaching power. town,

But grant that geomancy hath most force; Spacious the rooms, and full of pleasant walks ; Bungay, to please these mighty potentates, But for the doctors, how that they be learned, Prove by some instance what thy art can do. It may be meanly, for aught I can hear.

Bun. I will. Bun. I tell thee, German, Hapsburg holds Emp. Now, English Harry, here begins the none such,

game; None read so deep as Oxenford contains.

We shall see sport between these learned men. There are within our academic state

Van. What wilt thou do? Men that may lecture it in Germany

Bun. Show thee the tree, leav'd with refined To all the doctors of your Belgic schools.

gold, K. Hen. Stand to him, Bungay, charm this Whereon the fearful dragon held his seat, Vandermast,

That watch'd the garden call'd Hesperides, And I will use thee as a royal king.

Subdu'd and won by conquering Hercules. Van. Wherein dar'st thou dispute with me? Bun. In what a doctor and a friar can.

Here BĽNGAY conjures, and the tree appears Van. Before rich Europe's worthies put thou

with the dragon shooting fire. forth

Van. Well done! The doubtful question unto Vandermast.

K. Hen. What say you, royal lordings, to my Bun. Let it be this: Whether the spirits of friar? pyromancy? or geomancy be most predominant Hath he not done a point of cunning skill ? in magic?

Van. Each scholar in the necromantic spells Van. I say, of pyromancy.

Can do as much as Bungay hath perform d. Bun. And I, of geomancy.

But as Alcmena's bastard raz'd this tree, Van. The cabalists that write of magic spells, So will I raise him up as when he livid, As Hermes, Melchie,3 and Pythagoras,

And cause him pull the dragon from his seat, Affirm that, 'mongst the quadruplicity

And tear the branches piecemeal from the rootOf elemental essence, terra* is but thought Hercules ! Prodi, prodi,? Hercules! To be a punctum squared to the rest;

HERCULES appears in his lion's skin.

Her. Quis me vult 3 1 battling-battening, fattening, increasing.

V'an. Jove's bastard son, thou Libyan Hercules, pyromancy is composed of two Greek words, mean Pull off the sprigs from off th' Hesperian tree, ing divination by fire; and geomancy, from Gr. ge, the

As once thou didst to win the golden fruit. earth, means divination by figures on the earth.

3 Melchie, probably meant for Malchus (Syro-Phonician Melech, king), the original name of Porphyrius, a philosopher of the third cent. A.D.

1 'sons of earth.' 3.Come forth, come forth.' 4'the earth.'

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Her. Fiat.1 (Begins to break the branches. Transport the German unto Hapsburg straight, Van. Now, Bungay, if thou canst by magic That he may learn by travail, 'gainst the spring, charm

More secret dooms and aphorisms of art. The fiend, appearing like great Hercules, Vanish the tree, and thou away with him! From pulling down the branches of the tree, (Exit HERCULES with VANDERMAST and the tree. Then art thou worthy to be counted learned. Emp. Why, Bacon, whither dost thou send him? Bun. I cannot.

Bacon. To Hapsburg: there your highness at Van. Cease, Hercules, until I give thee return charge.

Shall find the German in his study safe. Mighty commander of this English isle,

K. Hen. Bacon, thou hast honour'd England Henry, come from the stout Plantagenets,

with thy skill, Bungay is learn'd enough to be a friar;

And made fair Oxford famous by thine art: But to compare with Jaques Vandermast, I will be English Henry to thyself. Oxford and Cambridge must go seek their cells But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day? To find a man to match him in his art.

Bacon. With me, my lord ; and while I fit my I have given non-plus to the Paduans,

cheer, To them of Sien, Florence, and Bologna,

See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you, Rheims, Louvain, and fair Rotterdam,

Gracious as the morning-star of heaven. [Èxit. Frankfort, Lutrech, and Orleans : And now must Henry, if he do me right, Enter PRINCE EDWARD, LACY, Warren, ErMSBY. Crown me with laurel, as they all have done.

Emp. Is this Prince Edward, Henry's royal Enter Bacox. Bacon. All bail to this royal company,

How martial is the figure of his face ! That sit to hear and see this strange dispute !

Yet lovely and beset with amorets.

R. Hen. Ned, where hast thou been ?
Bungay, how stand'st thou as a man amaz'd ?
What! hath the German acted more than thou?

P. Edw. At Framlingham, my lord, to try
Van. What art thou that question'st thus ?
Bacon. Men call me Bacon.

If they could scape the teasers or the toil. Van. Lordly thou look'st, as if that thou wert

But hearing of these lordly potentates learn'd;

Landed, and progress'd up to Oxford town, Thy countenance as if science held her seat

I posted to give entertain to them : Between the circled arches of thy brows.

Chief to the Almain monarch; next to him, K, Hen. Now, monarchs, hath the German

And joint with him, Castile and Saxony found his match.

Are welcome as they may be to the English court.

Thus for the men : but
Emp. Bestir thee, Jaques, take not now the


appears, foil, 3 Lest thou dost lose what foretime thou didst gain. Sweet Elinor, beauty's high-swelling pride,

That overmatcheth Venus in her shape!
Van. Bacon, wilt thou dispute ?
Bacon. No,

Rich nature's glory and her wealth at once, Unless be were more learn'd than Vandermast:

Fair of all fairs, welcome to Albion; For yet, tell me, what hast thou done?

Welcome to me, and welcome to thine own, Van, Rais'd Hercules to ruinate that tree

If that thou deign'st the welcome from myself. That Bungay mounted by his magic spells.

Elin. Martial Plantagenet, Henry's high-minded Bacon. Set Hercules to work.

son, Van. Now, Hercules, I charge thee to thy task; The mark that Elinor did count her aim, Pull off the golden branches from the root.

I lik'd thee 'fore I saw thee : now I love,

And so as in so short a time I may; Her. I dare not. Seest thou not great Bacon here,

Yet so as time shall never break that so, Whose frown doth act more than thy magic can?

And therefore so accept of Elinor, Van. By all the thrones, and dominations,

K. of Cast. Fear not, my lord, this couple will Virtues, powers, and mighty hierarchies,

agree, I charge thee to obey to Vandermast.

If love may creep into their wanton eyes : Her. Bacon, that bridles headstrong Belcephon,

And therefore, Edward, I accept thee here, And rules Asmenoth guider of the north,

Without suspence, as my adopted son. Binds me from yielding unto Vandermast.

K. llen. Let me that joy in these consorting K. Hen. How now, Vandermast! have you met

greets, with your match?

And glory in these honours done to Ned, Van. Never before was't known to Vandermast

Yield thanks for all these favours to my son, That men held devils in such obedient awe.

And rest a true Plantagenet to all. Bacon doth more than art, or else I fail.

Enter MILES with a cloth and trenchers and salt. Emp. Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome ?Bacon, dispute with him, and try his skill. Miles. Salvete, omnes reges, 2 Bacon. I came not, monarchs, for to hold That govern your greges dispute

In Saxony and Spain, With such a noyice as is Vandermast;

In England and in Almain! I came to have your royalties to dine

For all this frolic rabble
With Friar Bacon here in Brazen-nose:

Must I cover the table
And, for this German troubles but the place, With trenchers, salt, and cloth;
And holds this audience with a long suspence, And then look for your broth.
I'll send him to his académy hence.-

Emp. What pleasant fellow is this?
Thou Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise, K. Hen. 'Tis, my lord, Doctor Bacon's poor


1 Let it be done

Lutroch. Probably Utrecht is meant. 3 foul-defeat, failure.

I amorets-looks of love.
3 flocks.'

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Miles. [aside.] My master hath made me sewer Persia, down her Volga' by cances,
of these great lords; and, God knows, I am as Send down the secrets of her spicery;
serviceable at a table as a sow is under an apple- The Afric dates, mirabioles ? of Spain,
tree. 'Tis no matter; their cheer shall not be Conserves and suckets 3 from Tiberias,
great, and therefore what skills? where the salt Cates from Judæa, choicer than the lamp
stand, before or behind ?

[Erit. That fired Rome with sparks of gluttony, K. of Cast. These scholars know more skill in Shall beautify the board for Frederick: axioms,

And therefore grudge not at a friar's feast. How to use quips and sleights of sophistry,

[Exeunt. Than for to cover courtly for a king.

Enter LAMBERT and SERLSBY with the Keeper. Re-enter MILES with a mess of pottage and broth;

Lam. Come, frolic Keeper of our liego's game, and, ofter him, Bacos.

Whose table spread hath ever venison
Miles. Spill, sir ? why, do you think I never And jacks of wine to welcome passengers,
carried twopenny chop before in my life?-- Know I'm in love with jolly Margaret,
By your leave, nobile decus, 3

That overshines our damsels as the moon
For here comes Doctor Bacon's pecus,"

Darkeneth the brightest sparkles of the night. Being in his full age

In Laxfield here my land and living lies: To carry a mess of pottage.

I'll make thy daughter jointer of it all, Bacon. Lordings, admire s not if your cheer be So thou consent to give her to my wife; For we must keep our academic fare; [this, And I can spend five hundred marks a year. No riot where philosophy doth reign:

Ser. I am the lands-lord, Keeper, of thy holds, And therefore, Henry, place these potentates, By copy all thy living lies in me; And bid them fall unto their frugal cates. 6 Laxfield did never see me raise my due: Emp. Presumptuous friar! what! scoff 'st thou I will enfeoff fair Margaret in all, at a king?

So she will take her to a lusty squire. What! dost thou taunt us with thy peasant's fare, Keep. Now, courteous gentles, if the Keeper's And give us cates fit for country swains ?

girl Henry, proceeds this jest of thy consent,

Hath pleas'd the liking fancy of you both, To twit us with a pittance of such price? And with her beauty hath subdu'd your thoughts, Tell me, and Frederick will not grieve thee long. | 'Tis doubtful to decide the question.

K. Hen. By Henry's honour, and the royal faith It joys me that such men of great esteem The English monarch beareth to his friend, Should lay their liking on this base estate, I knew not of the friar's feeble fare,

And that her state should grow so fortunate Nor am I pleas'd he entertains you thus.

To be a wife to meaner men than you: 6 Bacon. Content thee, Frederick, for I show'd But sith such squires will stoop to Keeper's fee, thee cates,

I will, to avoid displeasure of you both, To let thee see how scholars use to feed;

Call Margaret forth, and she shall make her choice. How little meat refines our English wits.

Lam. Content, Keeper; send her unto us. Miles, take away, and let it be thy dinner.

(Exit Keeper. Miles. Marry, sir, I will.

Why, Serlsby, is thy wife so lately dead, This day shall be a festival-day with me; Are all thy loves so lightly passed over, For I shall exceed in the highest degree. [Exit. As thou canst wed before the year be out?

Bacon. I tell thee, monarch, all the German Ser. I live not, Lambert, to content the dead,
Could not afford thy entertainment such, [peers Nor was I wedded but for life to her:
So royal and so full of majesty,

The grave ends and begins a married state.
As Bacon will present to Frederick.
The basest waiter that attends thy cups

Shall be in honours greater than thyself;

Lam. Peggy, the lovely flower of all towns, And for thy cates, rich Alexandria drugs,? Suffolk's fair Helen, and rich England's star, Fetch'd by carvelsø from Ægypt's richest streights, Whose beauty, temper'd with her huswifery, Found in the wealthy strand of Africa,

Makes England talk of merry Fressingfield! Shall royalize the table of my king;

Ser. I cannot trick it up with poesies, Wines richer than th' Ægyptian courtesano Nor paint my passions with comparisons, Quaff’d to Augustus' kingly countermatch, Nor tell a tale of Phæbus and his loves: Shall be carous'd in English Henry's feast But this believe me,-Laxfield here is mine, Candy shall yield the richest of her canes; Of ancient rent seven hundred pounds a year,

And if thou canst but love a country squire,

I will enfeoff thee, Margaret, in all: seuer was an official who set on and removed the I cannot flatter; try me, if thou please. dishes at a feast; perhaps from seu, sue, to follow; old Mar. Brave neighbouring squires, the stay of Fr. sever, squire.

Suffolk's clime, ? skills--signifies. The seats at table above the saltcellar were assigned to the more distinguished guests; the seats below it, to those of inferior rank. 3 noble orname or dignity.'

1 Persia, doun her Volga, &c.- This,' observes my pecus means a herd or single head of cattle or sheep, friend, Mr. W. N. Lettsom, 'is much as if France were also a bcast or brute, literally or figuratively.

to send claret and burgundy down her Thames.'--DICE. 5 admire--wonder.

? Probably mirabolans, or dried plums, are meant. 6 cates or acates-provisions, delicacies; old Fr. acater; 3 suckets--dried sweetmeats for sucking. Fr. acheter, to buy, provide.

4 Cates from Judæa, choicer than the lamp 7 drugs-from the same root as dry, means originally That fired Rome with sparks of gluttony. and literally, dried herbs, &c., not necessarily for Dyce thinks this a mutilated passage. The Rev. J. Mitmedicine.

ford (Gent. Mag. for March 1833, p. 217) alters lamp 8 carrel or caravel. “A kind of light round ship, with to balm.' "Balm,' he says, or the exudation of the a square poop, rigg'd and fitted out like a galley, hold Balsamum, was the only erport of Judæa to Rome; and ing about six score or seven score tun.'-Kersey in NaRES. the balın was peculiar to Judæa.' Fr. cararelle, Span, carabela, from Lat. carabus, Gr. kara 5 By copy, &c. This evidently means that the keeper bos, a small wicker vessel covered with hides.

held his lands by copyhold from his landlord Serlsby. 9 Ægyptian courtesan-Cleopatra no doubt is meant. 6 This passage is obscure, probably it is corrupted.

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