seven-years' study well, that can make your head speak but two words at once, "Time was." Yea, marry, time was when my master was a wise man, but that was before he began to make the Brazen Head. You shall lie while* your arse ache, an your head speak no better. Well, I will watch, and walk up and down, and be a peripatetian and a philosopher of Aristotle's stamp. [A great noise.] What, a fresh noise? Take thy pistols in hand, Miles.

The Brazen Head. Time is past.

[A lightning flashes forth, and a hand appears that breaks down the Head with a hammer. Miles. Master, master, up! hell's broken loose; your head speaks; and there's such a thunder and lightning, that I warrant all Oxford is up in arms. Out of your bed, and take a brown-bill in your hand; the latter day is come.

Bacon. Miles, I come. [Rises and comes for ward.] 0, passing warily watch'd! Bacon will make thee next himself in love. When spake the head?

Miles. When spake the head! did not you say that he should tell strange principles of philosophy? Why, sir, it speaks but two words at a time.

Bacon. Why, villain, hath it spoken oft? Miles. Oft! ay, marry, hath it, thrice; but in all those three times it hath uttered but seven words.

Bacon. As how?

Miles. Marry, sir, the first time he said "Time is," as if Fabius Commentator should have pronounced a sentence; [the second time] he said, "Time was;" and the third time, with thunder and lightning, as in great choler, he said, "Time is past."

Bacon. 'Tis past indeed. Ah, villain! time is past:

My life, my fame, my glory, all are past.—
Bacon,

The turrets of thy hope are ruin'd down,
Thy seven years' study lieth in the dust:
Thy Brazen Head lies broken through a slave,
That watch'd, and would not when the head did
What said the head first?

Miles. Even, sir, "Time is."

[will.

Bacon. Villain, if thou hadst call'd to Bacon then,

If thou hadst watch'd, and wak'd the sleepy friar,
The Brazen Head had utter'd aphorisms,
And England had been cireled round with brass :

* while] i. e. until.

But proud Asmenoth, ruler of the north,
And Demogorgon, master of the fates,
Grudge that a mortal man should work so much.
Hell trembled at my deep-commanding spells,
Fiends frown'd to see a man their over-match;
Bacon might boast more than a man might boast
But now the braves of Bacon have an end,
Europe's conceit of Bacon hath an end,
His seven years' practice sorteth to ill end:
And, villain, sith my glory hath an end,
I will appoint thee to some fatal end.*
Villain, avoid! get thee from Bacon's sight!
Vagrant, go roam and range about the world,
And perish as a vagabond on earth!
Miles. Why, then, sir, you forbid me your
service?

Bacon. My service, villain! with a fatal curse, That direful plagues and mischief fall on thee.

Miles. 'Tis no matter, I am against you with the old proverb,-The more the fox is cursed, the better he fares. God be with you, sir: I'll take but a book in my hand, a wide-sleeved gown on my back, and a crowned cap on my head, and see if I can want promotion.

Bacon. Some fiend or ghost haunt on thy

weary steps,

Until they do transport thee quick to hell:
For Bacon shall have never merry day,
To lose the fame and honour of his head.

[Exeunt.

Enter the EMPEROR, the KING OF CASTILE, KING HENRY,
ELINOR, PRINCE EDWARD, LACY, and RALPH SIMNELL.
Emp. Now, lovely prince, the primet of Albion's
How fare the Lady Elinor and you? [wealth,
What, have you courted and found Castile fit
To answer England in equivalence?
Will't be a match 'twixt bonny Nell and thee?
P. Edo. Should Paris enter in the courts of

Greece,

And not lie fetter'd in fair Helen's looks?
Or Phoebus scape those piercing amorets
That Daphne glanced at his deity?

Can Edward, then, sit by a flame and freeze,
Whose heat puts Helen and fair Daphne down?
Now, monarchs, ask the lady if we gree.

K. Hen. What, madam, hath my son found grace or no?

Elin. Seeing, my lord, his lovely counterfeit,§ And hearing how his mind and shape agreed,

*to some fatal end] The 4tos. "fatall to some end." t prime] The 4tos. "prince."

amorets] See note §. p. 168, sec. col.

§ counterfeit] i. e. portrait. See note ‡, p. 158, scc. col.

I came not, troop'd with all this warlike train, Doubting of love, but so affectionate,

As Edward hath in England what he won in Spain.*

K. of Cast. A match, my lord; these wantons needs must love :

Men must have wives, and women will be wed:
Let's haste the day to honour up the rites.

Ralph. Sirrah Harry, shall Ned marry Nell?
K. Hen. Ay, Ralph: how then?

Ralph. Marry, Harry, follow my counsel: send for Friar Bacon to marry them, for he'll so conjure him and her with his necromancy, that they shall love together like pig and lamb whilst they live.

K. of Cast. But hearest thou, Ralph, art thou content to have Elinor to thy lady?

Ralph. Ay, so she will promise me two things.
K. of Cast. What's that, Ralph ?

Ralph. That she will never scold with Ned, nor fight with me.-Sirrah Harry, I have put her down with a thing unpossible.

K. Hen. What's that, Ralph ?

Ralph. Why, Harry, didst thou ever see that a woman could both hold her tongue and her hands? no but when egg-pies grow on appletrees, then will thy grey mare prove a bag-piper.

Emp. What say the Lord of Castile and the Earl of Lincoln, that they are in such earnest and secret talk?

K. of Cast. I stand, my lord, amazed at his talk, How he discourseth of the constancy Of one surnam'd, for beauty's excellence, The Fair Maid of merry Fressingfield. +

K. Hen. 'Tis true, my lord, 'tis wondrous for to hear;

Her beauty passing Mars's paramour,
Her virgin's right as rich as Vesta's was.
Lacy and Ned have told me miracles.

K. of Cast. What says Lord Lacy? shall she be his wife?

Lacy. Or else Lord Lacy is unfit to live.May it please your highness give me leave to post To Fressingfield, I'll fetch the bonny girl, And prove, in truc appearance at the court, What I have vouchèd often with my tongue.

K. Hen. Lacy, go to the 'querry of my stable, And take such coursers as shall fit thy turn: Hie thee to Fressingfield, and bring home the lass; And, for her fame flies through the English coast,

As Edward hath in England what he won in Spain] Corrupted.

The Fair Maid of merry Fressingfield] Here "fair" is a dissyllable: see Walker's Shakespeare's Versification, &c., p. 146.

If it may please the Lady Elinor,
One day shall match your excellence and her.
Elin. We Castile ladies are not very coy;
Your highness may command a greater boon:
And glad were I to grace the Lincoln Earl
With being partner of his marriage-day.

P. Edw. Gramercy, Nell, for I do love the lord, As he that's second to thyself in love.

Ralph. You love her?-Madam Nell, never believe him you, though he swears he loves you. Elin. Why, Ralph ?

Ralph. Why, his love is like unto a tapster's glass that is broken with every touch; for he loved the fair maid of Fressingfield once out of all ho.+-Nay, Ned, never wink upon me; I care not, I.

K. Hen. Ralph tells all; you shall have a good secretary of him.

But, Lacy, haste thee post to Fressingfield;
For ere thou hast fitted all things for her state,
The solemn marriage-day will be at hand.
Lacy. I go, my lord.

[Exit.

Emp. How shall we pass this day, my lord?
K. Hen. To horse, my lord; the day is passing

fair,

We'll fly the partridge, or go rouse the deer. Follow, my lords; you shall not want for sport. [Exeunt.

Enter, to FRIAR BACON in his cell, FRIAR BUNGAY. Bun. What means the friar that frolick'd it of late,

To sit as melancholy in his cell ‡
As if he had neither lost nor won to-day?

Bacon. Ah, Bungay, my§ Brazen Head is spoil'd,
My glory gone, my seven years' study lost!
The fame of Bacon, bruited through the world,
Shall end and perish with this deep disgrace.

Bun. Bacon hath built foundation of his fame
So surely on the wings of true report,
With acting strange and uncouth miracles,
As this cannot infringe what he deserves.
Bacon. Bungay, sit down, for by prospective
skill

I find this day shall fall out ominous :
Some deadly act shall 'tide me ere I sleep;
But what and wherein little can I guess.
Bun. My mind is heavy, whatsoe'er shall hap.
[Knocking within.

thyself] The 4tos. "myselfe."

t out of all ho] i. o. out of measure. ("Out of all ho, Immodicè." Coles's Dict.)

To sit as melancholy in his cell] This line is printed twice over in the 4to. of 1594.

§ Ah, Bungay, my, &c.] Q5. “Ah, Bungay, ah, my," &c.

Bacon. Who's that knocks?

Bun. Two scholars that desire to speak with

you.

Bacon. Bid them come in.

Enter two Scholars.

Now, my youths, what would you have?

First Schol. Sir, we are Suffolk-men and neigh

bouring friends;

Our fathers in their countries lusty squires; Their lands adjoin: in Cratfield mine doth dwell, And his in Laxfield. We are college-mates, Sworn brothers, as our fathers live as friends.

Bacon. To what end is all this?

Second Schol. Hearing your worship kept within your cell

A glass prospective, wherein men might see Whatso their thoughts or hearts' desire could wish,

We come to know how that our fathers fare.
Bacon. My glass is free for every honest man.
Sit down, and you shall see ere long, how *
Or in what state your friendly fathers live. †
Meanwhile, tell me your names.

First Schol. Mine Lambert.
Second Schol. And mine Serlsby.

Bacon. Bungay, I smell there will be a tragedy.

Enter LAMBERT and SERLSBY with rapiers and daggers. Lam. Serlsby, thou hast kept thine hour like a man: §

Thou'rt worthy of the title of a squire,
That durst, for proof of thy affection

And for thy mistress' favour, prize || thy blood. Thou know'st what words did pass at Fressing. field,

Such shameless braves as manhood cannot brook: Ay, for I scorn to bear such piercing taunts, Prepare thee, Serlsby; one of us will die.

Ser. Thou see'st I single [meet] thee [in] the
field,

And what I spake, I'll maintain with my sword:
Stand on thy guard, I cannot scold it out.
An if thou kill me, think I have a son,
That lives in Oxford in the Broadgates-hall,
Who will revenge his father's blood with blood.
Lam. And, Serlsby, I have there a lusty boy,

*ere long, how] Qy. "ere long, sirs, how"? fathers live] The 4to. of 1594 "father liues." Enter LAMBERT, &c.] See note t, p. 160, sec. col. § Serlaby, thou hast kept thine hour like a man] I may just notice that the author intended this line to be read thus.

"Scrlsby, thou'st kept thine hover like a man." prize] i, e. venture, risk, in combat.

That dares at weapon buckle with thy son, And lives in Broadgates too, as well as thine: But draw thy rapier, for we'll have a bout.

Bacon. Now, lusty younkers, look within the glass,

And tell me if you can discern your sires.
First Schol. Serlsby, 'tis hard; thy father offers

wrong,

To combat with my father in the field.

Second Schol. Lambert, thou liest, my father's is th' abuse,

And thou shalt find it, if my father harm.
Bun. How goes it, sirs?

First Schol. Our fathers are in combat hard by
Fressingfield.

Bacon. Sit still, my friends, and see the event. Lam. Why stand'st thou, Serlsby? doubt'st

thou of thy life?

A veney,* man! fair Margaret craves so much.
Ser. Then this for her.

First Schol. Ah, well thrust!
Second Schol. But mark the ward.

[LAMBERT and SERLSBY stab each other. Lam. O, I am slain! [Dies. Ser. And I,-Lord have mercy on me! [Dies. First Schol. My father slain!-Serlsby, ward

that.

Second Schol. And so is mine!-Lambert, I'll quite thee well.

[The two Scholars stab each other, and die. Bun. O strange stratagem!

Bacon. See, friar, where the fathers both lie dead!

Bacon, thy magic doth effect this massacre :
This glass prospective worketh many woes;
And therefore seeing these brave lusty Brutes,
These friendly youths, did perish by thine art,
End all thy magic and thine art at once.
The poniard that did end their fatal lives,
Shall break the cause efficiat of their woes.
So fade the glass, and end with it the shows
That necromancy did infuse the crystal with.
[Breaks the glass.
Bun. What means learn'd Bacon thus to break

his glass?

Bacon. I tell thee, Bungay, it repents me sore That ever Bacon meddled in this art. The hours I have spent in pyromantic spells, The fearful tossing in the latest night Of papers full of necromantic charms, Conjuring and adjuring devils and fiends,

A veney] i. e. A bout. + fathers] Qy. "scholars' their] The 4tos. "the."

With stole and alb and strong * pentageron;
The wresting of the holy name of God,
As Sother, Eloim, and Adonai,

Alpha, Manoth, and Tetragrammaton,
With praying to the five-fold powers of heaven,
Are instances that Bacon must be damn'd
For using devils to countervail his God.-
Yet, Bacon, cheer thee, drown not in despair:
Sins have their salves, repentance can do much :
Think Mercy sits where Justice holds her seat,
And from those wounds those bloody Jews did
Which by thy magic oft did bleed afresh, [pierce,
From thence for thee the dew of mercy drops,
To wash the wrath of high Jehovah's ire,
And make thee as a new-born babe from sin.-
Bungay, I'll spend the remnant of my life
In pure devotion, praying to my God
That he would save what Bacon vainly lost.

[Exeunt.

Enter MARGARET in nun's apparel, the Keeper, and their Friend.

Keeper. Margaret, be not so headstrong in these O, bury not such beauty in a cell, [vows: That England hath held famous for the hue! Thy father's hair, like to the silver blooms That beautify the shrubs of Africa, Shall fall before the dated time of death, Thus to forgo his lovely Margaret.

Mar. Ah, father, when the harmony of heaven Soundeth the measures of a lively faith, The vain illusions of this flattering world Seem odious to the thoughts of Margaret. I loved once,-Lord Lacy was my love; And now I hate myself for that I lov'd, And doted more on him than on my God,For this I scourge myself with sharp repents. But now the touch of such aspiring sins Tells me all love is lust but love of heavens ; That beauty us'd for love is vanity: The world contains naught but alluring baits, Pride,+ flattery, and inconstant thoughts. To shun the pricks of death, I leave the world, And vow to meditate on heavenly bliss, To live in Framlingham a holy nun, Holy and pure in conscience and in deed; And for to wish all maids to learn of me To seek heaven's joy before earth's vanity. Friend. And will you, then, Margaret, be shorn a nun, and so leave us all?

Mar. Now farewell world, the engine of all woe!

strong] The 4tos. "strange." But compare, in p. 155, scc. col., "Bow to the force of his pentageron." t Pride, &c.] A slightly mutilated line.

Here have I oft walk'd in the watery meads,
And chatted with my lovely Margaret.

War. Sirrah Ned, is not this the Keeper?
Lacy. 'Tis the same.

Erm. The old lecher hath gotten holy mutton t to him; a nun, my lord.

Lacy. Keeper, how far'st thou? holla, man, what cheer?

How doth Peggy, thy daughter and my love?
Keeper. Ah, good my lord! O, woe is me for
Peggy!

See where she stands clad in her nun's attire,
Ready for to be shorn in Framlingham:
She leaves the world because she left your love.
O, good my lord, persuade her if you can!

Lacy. Why, how now, Margaret! what, a mal. content?

A nun? what holy father taught you this,

To task yourself to such a tedious life

As die a maid? 'twere injury to me,

To smother up such beauty in a cell.

Mar. Lord Lacy, thinking of my former

'miss, §

How fond the prime of wanton years were spent
In love (O, fie upon that fond conceit,
Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye!),
I leave both love and love's content at once,
Betaking me to him that is true love,
And leaving all the world for love of him.

Lacy. Whence, Peggy, comes this metamor

phosis?

What, shorn a nun, and I have from the court Posted with coursers to convey thee hence

*Farewell, O love!] The 4tos. "Loue, 0 loue."

† mutton] A cant term for a prostitute. my] The earlier 4tos. " thy."

§ 'miss] For amiss, i. e. fault.

fond] i. e. fondly,-foolishly, vainly.

the prime of wanton years were spent] In almost all our early writers (Shakespeare included) are similar instances of a nominative singular being followed by a verb plural when a genitive plural intervenes.

To Windsor, where our marriage shall be kept!
Thy wedding-robes are in the tailor's hands.
Come, Peggy, leave these peremptory vows.
Mar. Did not my lord resign his interest,
And make divorce 'twixt Margaret and him?
Lacy. 'Twas but to try sweet Peggy's constancy.
But will fair Margaret leave her love and lord?
Mar. Is not heaven's joy before earth's fading
bliss,

And life above sweeter than life in love?

Lacy. Why, then, Margaret will be shorn a nun? Mar. Margaret

Hath made a vow which may not be revok'd. War. We cannot stay, my lord;* an if she be so strict,

Our leisure grants us not to woo afresh.

Erms. Choose you, fair damsel, yet the choice is yours,

Either a solemn nunnery or the court,
God or Lord Lacy: which contents you best,
To be a nun or else Lord Lacy's wife?

Lacy. A good motion.-Peggy, your answer must be short.

Mar. The flesh is frail: my lord doth know it well,

That when he comes with his enchanting face,
Whate'ert betide, I cannot say him nay.
Off goes the habit of a maiden's heart,
And, seeing fortune will, fair Framlingham,
And all the show of holy nuns, farewell!
Lacy for me, if he will be lord.
my
Lacy. Peggy, thy lord, thy love, thy husband.‡
Trust me, by truth of knighthood, that the king
Stays for to marry matchless Elinor,
Until I bring thee richly to the court,
That one day may both marry her and thee.-
How say'st thou, Keeper? art thou glad of this?
Keep. As if § the English king had given
The park and deer of Fressingfield to me.

Erm. I pray thee, my Lord of Sussex, why art thou in a brown study?

War. To see the nature of women; that be they never so near God, yet they love to die in a man's

arms.

my lord] Most probably an addition by some transcriber; which not only injures the metre, but is out of place in the mouth of Warren, who is himself a "lord", and who, when he last addressed Lacy, called him "Sirrah Ned,"

Whate'er] The 4tos. "Whatsoe'er." (Compare the preceding play, p. 110, first col., where (see note) the old copies have "Howsoe'er," though the metre positively requires "Howe'er ".)

thy husband] Qy. "thy husband, I § As if] Qy. "As glad as iƒ”

Lacy. What have you fit for breakfast? We

have hied

And posted all this night to Fressingfield.

Mar. Butter and cheese, and umbles* of a deer, Such as poor keepers have within their lodge. Lacy. And not a bottle of wine? Mar. We'll find one for my lord.

Lacy. Come, Sussex, let us in: we shall have more,

For she speaks least, to hold her promise sure. [Exeunt.

Enter a Devil.

Devil. How restless are the ghosts of hellish sprites,+

When every charmer with his magic spells
Calls us from nine-fold-trenched Phlegethon,
To scud and over-scour the earth in post
Upon the speedy wings of swiftest winds!
Now Bacon hath rais'd me from the darkest
deep,

To search about the world for Miles his man,
For Miles, and to torment his lazy bones
For careless watching of his Brazen Head.
See where he comes: O, he is mine.

Enter MILES in a gown and a corner-cap. Miles. A scholar, quoth you! marry, sir, I would I had been made a bottle-maker when I was made a scholar; for I can get neither to be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg's full of oatmeal thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunt me.-Good Lord, here's one of my master's devils! I'll go speak to him. -What, Master Plutus, how cheer you? Dev. Dost thou know me?

Miles. Know you, sir! why, are not you one of my master's devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose? Der. Yes, marry, am I.

Miles. Good Lord, Master Plutus, I have seen you a thousand times at my master's, and yet I had never the manners to make you drink. But, sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to the statute. I warrant you, he's as yeomanly a man as you shall see: mark you, masters, here's a plain honest man, without welt or guard.But I pray you, sir, do you come lately from hell?

umbles] i. e. the inward parts.

t sprites] The 4to. of 1594 "spirits." guard] Or gard,-i. e. facing, trimming.

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