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A Keeper's daughter is too base in gree

Mar. Your way is ready, and this path is To match with men accounted of such worth:

right: But might I iot displease, I would reply. Myself do dwell hereby in Fressingfield; Lam. Say, Peggy; naught shall make us dis- And if the Keeper be the man you seek, content.

I am his daughter: may I know the cause ? Mar. Then, gentles, note that love hath little Post. Lovely, and once beloved of my lord, stay,

No marvel if his eye were lodg'u so low, Nor can the flames that Venus sets on fire When brighter beauty is not in the heavens, Be kindled but by fancy's motion:

The Lincoln Earl hath sent you letters here, Then pardon, gentles, if a maid's reply

And, with them, just an hundred pounds in Be doubtful, while? I have debated with myself, gold.

[Gives letter and bag. Who, or of whom, love shall constrain me like. Sweet, bonny wench, read them, and make reply.

Ser. Let it be me; and trust me, Margaret, Mar. The scrolls that Jove sent Danaë, The meads environ'd with the silver streams, Wrapt in rich closures of tine burnish'd gold, Whose battling' pastures fatten all my flocks,

Were not more welcome than these lines to me. Yielding forth fleeces stapled with such wool Tell me, whilst that I do unrip the seals, As Lemnster cannot yield more finer stuff, Lives Lacy well ? how fares my lovely lord ? And forty kine with fair and burnish'd heads, Post. Well, if that wealth may make men to With stroutingt dugs that paggles to the ground, live well. Shall serve thy dairy if thou wed with me. Mar. [reads. 7 The blooms of the almond-tree Lam. Let pass the country wealth, as flocks and grow in a night and vanish in a morn; the flies kine,

hæmeræ,' fair Peggy, take life with the sun, and And lands that wave with Ceres' golden sheaves, die with the dew; fancy that slippeth in with a Filling my barns with plenty of the fields; gaze, goeth out with a wink; and too timely? loves But, Peggy, if thou wed thyself to me,

have ever the shortest length. I write this as thy Thou shalt have garments of embroidered silk, grief and my folly who at Fressingfield loved thắt Lawns and rich networks for thy head attire : which time hath taught me to be but meun duinties : Costly shall be thy fair habiliments,

eyes are dissemblers, and fancy is but queasy; If thou wilt be but Lambert's loving wife. therefore know, Margaret, I have chosen a Spanish Bar. Content you, gentles, you have proffer'd lady' to be my wife, chief waiting-woman to the fair,

Princess Elinor ; a lady fair, and no less fair than And more than fits a country maid's degree: thyself, honourable and wealthy. In that I forsake But give me leave to counsel me a time,

thee, I leave thee to thine own liking; and for For fancy blooms not at the first assault; thy dowry I have sent thee an hundred pounds ; Give me but ten da ys' respite, and I will reply, and ever assure thee of my favour, which shall Which or to whom myself affectionates.

arail thee and thine much. Ser. Lambert, I tell thee, thou'rt importunate ;

Farewell. Not thine, nor his own, Such beauty fits not such a base esquire :

Edward Lacy. It is for Serlsby to have Margaret. Lam. Think'st thou with wealth to overreach Fond Ate,' doomer of bad-boding fates,

That wrapp'st proud fortune in thy snaky locks, Serlsby, I scorn to brook thy country braves : Didst thou enchant my birthday with such stars I da re thee, coward, to maintain this wrong, As lighten'd mischief from their infancy? At dint of rapier, single in the field.

If heavens had vow'd, if stars had made decree, Ser. I'll answer, Lambert, what I have To show on me their froward influence, avouch'd.

If Lacy had but lov’d, heavens, hell, and all, Margaret, farewell; another time shall serve. Could not have wrong'd the patience of my mind.

[Exit. Post. It grieves me damsel; but the earl is Lam. I'll follow.-Peggy, farewell to thyself ; forca Listen how well I'll answer for thy love. [Exit. To love the lady by the king's command. Mar. How fortune tempers lucky haps with Mar. The wealth combin'd within the English frowns,

shelves, And wrongs me with the sweets of my delight! Europe's commander, nor the English king, Love is my bliss, and love is now my bale. Should not have moved the love of Persy from Shall I be Helen in my froward fates,

her lord. As I am Helen in my matchless hue,

Post. What answer shall I return to my lord ? And set rich Suffolk with my face afire?

Mar. First, for thou cam'st from Lacy whom I If lovely Lacy wero but with his Peggy,

lov'd, The cloudy darkness of his bitter frown

Ah, give me leave to sigh at every thought!Would check the pride of these aspiring squires. Take thou, my friend, the hundred pounds he Before the term of ten days be expir'd,

sent; Whenas they look for answer of their loves, For Margaret's resolution craves no dower: My lord will come to merry Fressingfield, The world shall be to her as vanity; And end their fancies and their follies both: Wealth, trash; love, hate; pleasure, despair: Till when, Peggy, be blithe and of good cheer. For I will straight to stately Framlingham, Enter a Post with a letter and a bag of gold.

And in the abbey there be shorn a nun,

And yield my loves and liberty to God. Post. Fair lovely damsel, which way leads this | Fellow, I give thee this, not for the news, path?

For those be hateful unto Margaret, How might I post me unto Fressingfield? But for thou'rt Lacy's man, once Jargaret's love. Which footpath leadeth to the Keeper's lodge ?

me ?

1 gree-degree.

2 chile-ie. while I debate. 3 battling. See note 1, p. 88.

strouting-same as strutting, i.e. swollen or puffed out.

paggle-probably run out or drop the milk. & braces-boasts or challenges.

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Post. What I have heard, what passions I have in your hand; here's some of your master's hob seen,

goblins abroad. I'll make report of them unto the earl.

The Brazen Head. Time is. Mar. Say that she joys his fancies be at rest, Miles. Time is! Why, Master Brazen Head, And prays that his misfortunes may be hers. have you such a capital nose, and answer you

[Exeunt. with syllables, 'Time is?' Is this all my master's

cunning, to spend seven years' study about · Time FRIAR Bacox is discovered in his cell, lying on a

is?' Well, sir, it may be we shall have some bed, with a white stick in one hand, a book in

better orations of it anon: well, I'll watch you the other, and a lamp lighted beside him; and

as narrowly as ever you were watched, and I'll the Brazen Head, and Miles with weapons by play with you as the nightingale with the slowhim.

worm; I'll set a prick against my breast. Now Bacon. Miles, where are you?

rest there, Miles. Lord have mercy upon me, I Miles. Here, sir.

have almost killed myself! (A great noise.] Up, Bacon. How chance you tarry so long? Miles ! list how they rumble.

Miles. Think you that the watching of the The Brazen Head. Time was. Brazen Head craves no furniture? I warrant Miles. Well, Friar Bacon, you have spent your you, sir, I have so armed myself that if all your seven years' study well, that can make your devils come, I will not fear them an inch.

head speak but two words at once, · Time was.' Bacon. Miles,

Yea, marry, time was when my master was a Thou know'st that I have divèd into hell, wise man; but that was before he began to make And sought the darkest palaces of fiends;

the Brazen Head. You shall lie while your arse That with my magic spells great Belcephon

ache, your head speak no better. Well, I will Hath left his lodge and kneelèd at my cell; watch, and walk up and down, and be a peripaThe rafters of the earth rent from the poles,

tetian,” and a philosopher of Aristotle's 'stamp. And three-formed Luna hid her silver looks, [A great noise.] What! a fresh noise ? Take Trembling upon her concave continent,

thy pistols in hand, Miles. When Bacon read upon his magic book.

The Brazen Head. Time is past. With seven years' tossing necromantic charms,

[A lightning flashes

forth, and a hand appears, Poring upon dark Hecat's principles,

that breaks down the Head with a hanumer. I have framed out a monstrous head of brass, That by the enchanting forces of the devil,

Miles. Master, master, up! hell's broken loose; Shall tell out strange and uncouth aphorisms, your head speaks; and there's such a thunder And girt fair England with a wall of brass. and lightning, that I warrant all Oxford is up Bungay and I have watch'd these threescore days, in arms. Out of your bed, and take a brown-bill And now our vital spirits crave some rest; in your hand; the latter day is come. If Argus liv'd and had his hundred eyes,

Bacon. Miles, I come. (Rises and comes for They could not over-watch Phobetor's night.

ward.] Oh, passing warily watch d! Now, Miles, in thee rests Friar Bacon's weal; Bacon will make thee next himself in love. The honour and renown of all his life

When spake the head ? Hangs in the watching of this Brazen Head; Miles. When spake the head! Did not you say Therefore I charge thee by the immortal God, that he should tell strange principles of philoThat holds the souls of men within his fist, sophy? Why, sir, it speaks but two words at a This night thou watch; for ere the morning-star time. Sends out his glorious glister on the north,

Bacon. Why, villain, hath it spoken ost? The head will speak: then, Miles, upon thy life, Miles. Oft! ay, marry, hath it, thrice; but in Wake me; for then by magic art I'll work all those three times it hath uttered but seven To end my seven years' task with excellence. words. If that a wink but shut thy watchful eye,

Bacon. As how? Then farewell Bacon's glory and his fame!

Miles. Marry, sir, the first time he said Time Draw close the curtains, Miles: now, for thy life, is,' as if Fabius Commentator should have proBe watchiul, and

[Falls asleep. nounced a sentence; he said, "Time was;' and Miles. So! I thought you would talk yourself the third time, with thunder and lightning, as asleep anon; and 'tis no marvel, for Bungay on in great choler, he said, “Time is past.' the days, and he on the nights, have watched Bacon. 'Tis past indeed. Ah, villain! time is just these ten and fifty days. Now this is the past: night, and 'tis my task, and no more. Now, My life, my fame, my glory, all are past.Jesus, bless me, what a goodly head it is! and a Bacon, nose! you talk of nos autem glorificare ;' but The turrets of thy hope are ruin'd down, here's à nose that I warrant may be called nos Thy seven years' study lieth in the dust: autem populare,? for the people of the parish. Thy Brazen Head lies broken through a slave Well, I am furnished with weapons : now, sir, I That watch'd, and would not when the head did will set me down by a post, and make it as good What said the head first?

[will. as a watchman to wake me, if I chance to slum Miles. Even, sir, "Time is.' ber. I thought, Goodman Head, I would call Bacon. Villain, if thou badst call'd to Bacon you out of your memento. Passion o' God, I

then, have almost broke my pate! [A great noise.] If thou hadst watch'd, and wak'd the sleepy friar, Up, Miles, to your task; take your brown-billi The Brazen Head had utter'd aphorisms,

And England had been circled round with brass:
But proud Asmenoth, ruler of the north,

And Demogorgon, master of the fates, 1 nos autem, &c.-literally, "forsooth to glorify us,' Grudge that a mortal man should work so much. nos being a pun on nose; in another play, Greene speaks of nose glorificam, a glorious nose.

2 nos autem populare, 'a popular or common nose, forsooth.'

1 while-until. 3 brown-bill-a sort of halbert, with a hooked point, 2 peripatetian-& walker about; in allusion to the formerly borne by foot soldiers and watchmen.

Peripatetic philosophers.

Hell trembled at my deep-commanding spells, hands? no: but when egg-pies grow on appleFiends frown'd to see a man their over-match; trees, then will thy grey mare prove a bag-piper. Bacon might boast more than a man might boast. Emp. What say the Lord of Castile and the But now the bravest of Bacon have an end, Earl of Lincoln, that they are in such earnest Europe's conceit of Bacon hath an end,

and secret talk? His seven years' practice sorteth to ill end: K. of Cast. I stand, my lord, amazed at his talk, And, villain, sith my glory hath an end,

How be discourseth of the constancy I will appoint thee fatal to some end.

Of one surnam'd, for beauty's excellence, Villain, avoid! get thee from Bacon's sight! The Fair Maid merry Fressingfield. Vagrant, go roam and range about the world, K. Hen. 'Tis true, my lord, 'tis wondrous for And perish as a vagabond on earth!

to hear; Miles. Why, then, sir, you forbid me your Her beauty passing Mars's paramour, service ?

Her virgin's right as rich as Vesta's was. Bacon. My service, villain! with a fatal curse, Lacy and Ned have told me miracles. Tbat direful plagues and mischief fall on thee. K. of Cast. What says Lord Lacy? shall she

Miles, 'Tis no matter, am against you with be his wife? the old proverb, The more the fox is cursed, Lacy. Or else Lord Lacy is unfit to live.the better he fares. God be with you, sir: I'll | May it please your highness give me leave to post take but a book in my hand, a wide-sleeved To Fressingfield, I'll fetch the bonny girl, gown on my back, and a crowned cap on my And prove, in true appearance at the court, head, and see if I can want promotion.

What I have vouchèd often with my tongue. Bacon. Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy K. Hen. Lacy, go to the 'querry of my stable, weary steps,

And take such coursers as shall fit thy turn: Until they do transport thee quick to hell : Hie thee to Fressingfield, and bring home the lass; For Bacon shall have never merry day,

And, for her fame flies through the English coast, To lose the fame and honour of his head.

If it may please the Lady Elinor, [Exeunt. One day shall match your excellence and her.

Elin. We Castile ladies are not very coy; Enter the EMPEROR, the

King of CastILE, KING Your highness may command a greater boon: HENRY, ELINOR, PRINCE EDWARD, LACY, And glad were I to grace the Lincoln Earl and RALPH SIMXELL.

With

being partner of his marriage-day. Emp. Now, lovely prince, the prince of Albion's P. Edw. Gramercy, Nell, for I do love the lord, How fare the Lady Elinor and you? [wealth, As he that's second to myself in love. What, have you courted and found Castile fit Ralph. You love her?–Madam Nell, never To answer England in equivalence ?

believe him you, though he swears he loves you. Will't be a match 'twixt bonny Nell and thee? Elin. Why, Ralph? P. Edw. Should Paris epter in the courts of Ralph. Why, his love is like unto a tapster's Greece,

glass that is broken with every touch; for he And not lie fetter'd in fair Helen's looks ?

loved the fair maid of Fressingtield once out of Or Phoebus 'scape those piercing amorets2 all ho.!-Nay, Ned, never wink upon me; I care That Daphne glancèd at his deity ?

not, I. Can Edward, then, sit by a flame and freeze, K. Hen. Ralph tells all; you shall have a good Whose heat puts Helen and fair Daphne down? secretary of him.Now, monarchs, ask the lady if we gree.

But, Lacy, haste thee post to Fressingfield; K. Her. What, madam, hath my son found For ere thou hast fitted all things for her state, grace or no?

The solemn marriage-day will be at hand. Elin. Seeing, my lord, bis lovely counterfeit, 3 Lacy. I go, my lord.

(Exit. And hearing how his mind and shape agreed, Emp. How shall we pass this day, my lord ? I came not, troop'd with all this warlike train, K. Hen. To horse, my lord; the day is passing Doubting of love, but so affectionate,

fair, As Edward hath in England what he won in We'll fly the partridge, or go rouse the deer. Spain.

Follow, my lords; you shall not want for sport. K. of Cast. A match, my lord; these wantons

[Exeunt. needs must love: Men must have wives, and women will be wed:

Enter to Friar Bacon in his cell, Friar Bungar. Let's haste the day to honour up the rites.

Bun. What means the friar that frolick'd it Ralph. Sirrah Harry, shall Ned marry Nell?

of late, K. Hen. Ay, Ralph : how then?

To sit as melancholy in his cell Ralpk. Marry, Harry, follow my counsel: send | As if he had neither lost nor won to-day? for Friar Bacon to marry them, for he'll so conjure Bacon. Ah, Bungay, my Brazen Head is spoil'd, him and her with his necromancy, that they shall My glory gone, my seven years' study lost! love together like pig and lamb whilst they live. The fame of Bacon, bruited through the world,

K. of Cast. But hearest thou, Ralph, art thou Sball end and perish with this deep disgrace. content to have Elinor to thy lady?

Bun. Bacon hath built foundation of his famo Ralph. Ay, so she will promise me two things. So surely on the wings of true report, K. of Cast. What's that, Ralph?

With acting strange and uncouth miracles, Ralph. That she will never scold with Ned, As this cannot infringe what he deserves. nor fight with me.-Sirrah Harry, I have put her Bacon. Bungay, sit down, for by prospective down with a thing unpossible.

skill K. Hen. What's that, Ralph ?

I find this day shall fall out ominous: Ralph. Why, Harry, didst thou ever see that Some deadly act shall 'tide me ere I sleep; & woman could both hold her tongue and her But what and wherein, little can I guess.

1 brates-vaunts.

amorets-loving looks. 1 out of all homout of all bounds or measure; procounterfeit-portrait.

bably from the notion of calling in or restraining a • A3 Edward hath in England what he won in Spain. sporting dog or hawk, with a call or ho, or from calling -Dyce thinks this line corrupted.

after a person to stop him.-NARES.

a man:

Bun. My mind is heavy, whatsoe'er shall hap. Ser. Then this for her.

[Knocking within. First Schol. Ah, well thrust! Bacon. Who's that knocks ?

Second Schol. But mark the ward. Bun. Two scholars that desire to speak with

(LAMBERT and SERLSBY stah each other. you.

Lam. Oh, I am slain !

(Dies Bacon. Bid them come in.

Ser. And I,-Lord have mercy on me! [Dies.

First Schol. My father slain !-Serlsby, warů Enter tuo Scholars.

that. Now, my youths, what would you have ?

Second Schol. And so is mine!-Lambert, I'll First Schol. Sir, we are Suffolk men and neigh quite thee well. bouring friends;

[The Two Scholars stab each other, and die. Our fathers in their countries lusty squires;

Bun. 0 strange stratagem! Their lands adjoin: in Cratfield mine doth dwell, Bacon. See, friar, where the fathers both lie And his in Laxfield. We are college-mates,

dead !Sworn brothers, as our fathers live as friends. Bacon, thy magic doth effect this massacre : Bacon. To what end is all this?

This glass prospective worketh many woes; Second Schol. Hearing your worship kept with- And therefore seeing these brave lusty Brutes, in your cell

These friendly youths, did perish by thine ari, A glass prospective, wherein men might see End all thy magic and thine art at once. Whatso their thoughts or hearts' desire could The poniard that did end the fatal lives, wish,

Shall break the cause efficiat' of their woes. We come to know how that our fathers fare. So fade the glass, and end with it the shows

Bacon. My glass is free for every honest man. That necromancy did infuse the crystal witb. Sit down, and you shall see ere long, how

[Breaks the glass. Or in what state your friendly fathers live.

Bun. What means learn'd Bacon thus to break Meanwhile, tell me your names.

his glass? First Schol. Mine Lambert.

Bacon. I tell thee, Bungay, it repents me sore Second Schol. And mine Serlsby.

That ever Bacon meddled in this art. Bucon. Bungay, I smell there will be a tragedy. The hours I have spent in pyromantic spells,

The fearful tossing in the latest night, Enter LAMBERT and SERLSBY with rapiers and

Of papers full of necromantic charms, duggers.

Conjuring and adjuring devils and fiends, Lam. Serlsby, thou hast kept thine hour like With stole and alb and strange pentageron;

The wresting of the holy name of God, Thou’rt worthy of the title of a squire,

As Sother, Eloim, and Adonai, That durst, for proof of thy affection

Alpha, Manoth, and Tetragrammaton, And for thy mistress' favour, prizethy blood. With praying to the fivefold powers of heaven, Thou know'st what words did pass at Fressing- Are instances that Bacon must be damn'd field,

For using devils to countervail his God. Such shameless braves as manhood cannot brook: Yet, Bacon, cheer thee, drown not in despair: Ay, for I scorn to bear such piercing taunts, Sins have their salves, repentance can do much : Prepare thee, Serlsby; one of us will die. Think Mercy sits where Justice holds her seat,

Ser. Thou seest I single thee the field,3 And from those wounds those bloody Jews did And what I spake, I'll maintain with my sword: pierce, Stand on thy guard, I cannot scold it out. Which by thy magic oft did bleed afresh, An if thou kill me, think I have a son,

From thence for thee the dew of mercy drops, That lives in Oxford in the Broadgates-hall,

To wash the wrath of high Jehovah's ire, Who will revenge his father's blood with blood. And make thee as a new-born babe from sin.

Lam. And, Serlsby, I have there a lusty boy, Bungay, I'll spend the remnant of my life That dares at weapon buckle with thy son, In pure devotion, praying to my God And lives in Broadgates too, as well as thine : That He would save what Bacon vainly lost. But draw thy rapier, for we'll have a bout.

[Exeunt. Bacon. Now, lusty younkers, look within the

Enter MARGARET in nun's apparel, the Keeper, ani glass,

their Friend. And tell me if you can discern your sires. First Schol. Šerlsby, 'tis hard; thy father offers Keeper. Margaret, be not so headstrong in these

wrong, To combat with my father in the field.

Oh, bury not such beauty in a cell, Second Schol. Lambert, thou liest, my father's That England hath held famous for the hue! is th' abuse,

Thy father's hair, like to the silver blooms
And thou shalt find it, if my father harm. That beautify the shrubs of Africa,
Bun. How goes it, sirs ?

Shall fall before the dated time of death,
First Schol. Our fathers are in combat hard by Thus to forego his lovely Margaret.
Fressingfield.

Mar. Ah! father, when the harmony of heaven Bacon. Sit still, my friends, and see the event. Soundeth the measures of a lively faith, Lam. Why stand'st thou, Serlsby ? doubt'st The vain illusions of this flattering world thou of thy life?

Seem odious to the thoughts of Margaret. A veney,' man! fair Margaret craves so much. I loved once,-Lord Lacy was my love;

And now I hate myself for that I lov'da

And doted more on him than on my God, 1 The fathers of the two scholars are seen in the For this I scourge myself with sharp repents. same way as Edward beheld Lacy, Bungay, and Mar But now the touch of such aspiring sins garet in the glass-viz. at the back of the stage. Tells me all love is lust but love of heaven; DODSLEY (ed. 1825).

That beauty used for love is vanity : 2 prize-risk in combat. 3 Thou srest, &c.-Dyce reads this line, Thou seest I

The world contains naught but alluring baits, single (meet] thee (in) the field. 4 veney--a venue or bout, from Fr. renue, a coming on.

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Pride, fiattery, and inconstant thoughts.

Our leisure grants us not to woo afresh. To shun the pricks of death I leave the world, Erms. Choose you, fair damsel, yet the choice And vow to meditate on heavenly bliss,

is yours, To live in Framlingham a holy nun,

Either a solemn nunnery or the court, Holy and pure in conscience and in deed; God or Lord Lacy: which contents you best, And for to wish all maids to learn of me

To be a nun, or else Lord Lacy's wife? To seek heaven's joy before earth's vanity.

Lacy. A good notion.—Peggy, your answer Friend. And will you, then, Margaret, be shorn must be short. a nun, and so leave us all ?

Mar. The flesh is frail : my lord doth know it Mar. Now farewell world, the engine of allwoe! well, Farewell to friends and father! Welcome Christ! That when he comes with his enchanting face, Adieu to dainty robes! this base attire

Whate'er betide, I cannot say him nay. Better befits an humble mind to God

Off goes the habit of a maiden's heart, Than all the show of rich habiliments.

And, seeing fortune will, fair Framlingham, Love, O love! and, with fond love, farewell And all the show of holy nuns farewell! Sweet Lacy, whom I loved once so dear!

Lacy for me, if he will be my lord. Ever be well, but never in my thoughts,

Lacy. Peggy, thy lord, thy love, thy husband. Lest I offend to think on Lacy's love :

Trust me, by truth of knighthood, that the king But even to that, as to the rest, farewell!

Stays for to marry matchless Elinor,

Until I bring thee richly to the court, Enter LACY, WARREN, and ErzsBy, booted and

That one day may both marry her and thee.spurred.

How say's thou, Keeper? art thou glad of this? Lacy. Come on, my wags, we're near the Keep. As if the English king had given Keeper's lodge.

The park and deer of Fressingfield to me. Here have I oft walk'd in the watery meads, Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art And chatted with my lovely Margaret.

thou in a brown study ? War. Sirrah Ned, is not this the Keeper?

War. To see the nature of women; that be Locy. 'Tis the same.

they never so near God, yet they love to die in a Erm. The old lecher hath gotten holy mutton? man's arms. to him; a pun, my lord.

Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast? We Lacy. Keeper, how far'st thou? holla, man, have hied what cheer?

And posted all this night to Fressingfield. How doth Peggy, thy daughter and my love? Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles? of a deer, Keeper. Ah, good my lord! Oh, woe is me for Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Peggy!

Lacy. And not a bottle of wine ? See where she stands clad in her nun's attire, Mar. We'll find one for my lord. Ready for to be shorn in Framlingham:

Lacy Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have She leaves the world because she left your love. more, Oh, good my lord, persuade her if you can! For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. Lacy. Why, how now, Margaret! what! a mal

[Exeunt. content?

Enter a Devil A nun? what holy father taught you this,

Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish To task yourself to such a tedious life As die a maid ? 'twere injury to me,

sprites,

When every charmer with his magic spells To smother up such beauty in a cell.

Calls us from ninefold-trenched Phlegethon, Mar. Lord Lacy, thinking of my former 'miss,?

To scud and over-scour the earth in post
How fond the prime of wanton years were spent
In love (oh, fie upon that fond conceit,

Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds!

Now Bacon hath raised me from the darkest deep, Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye!),

To search about the world for Miles his man, I leave both love and love's content at once,

For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones Betaking me to Him that is true love,

For careless watchiug of his Brazen Head. And leaving all the world for love of Him.

See where he comes : Oh, he is mine. Lacy. Whence, Peggy, comes this metamorphosis?

Enter Miles in a gown and a corner-cap. What! shorn a nun, and I have from the court Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I Posted with coursers to convey thee hence would I had been made a bottle-maker when I To Windsor, where our marriage shall be kept !

was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be Thy wedding-robes are in the tailor's hands.

a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the Come, Pepay, leave these peremptory vows. clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another

Mar. Did not my lord resign his interest, saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg's full And make divorce 'twixt Margaret and him ? of oatmeal: thus I am tormented, that the devil

Lacy. 'Twas but to try sweet Peggy's constancy. and Friar Bacon haunt me.-Good Lord, hero's But will fair Margaret leave her love and lord ?

one of my master's devils! I'll go speak to him. Mar. Is not heaven's joy before earth's fading - What, Master Plutus, how cheer you? bliss,

Dev. Dost thou know me? And life above sweeter than life in love?

Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one Lacy. Why, then, Margaret will be shorn a nun? of my master's devils, that were woont to come to Mar. Margaret

my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose ? Hath made a vow which may not be revok’d. Dev. Yes, marry, am I. War. We cannot stay, my lord; an if she be Miles. Good Lord, Master Plutus, I have seen 50 strict,

you a thousand times at my master's, and yet I

had never the manners to make you drink. But, mutton-a term at the time often applied to a pros

sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to titute.

? 'missa-amiss, i.e. fault. a

fond, i.e. fondly-foolishly, vainly; old Eng. fonne, 1 umbles--i.e. the inward parts of a deer, a hunting Scotch fon, to be foolish.

term; of these was umble pie made.

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