EDWARD

What sayest thou to me fool? How Raphe. And what of this? Tell me Ned Lacy, didst thou mark the maid, How lively in her country weeds she looked: A bonier wench all Suffolk cannot yield, All Suffolk, nay all England holds none such. I tell the Lacy, that hersparkling eyes, Do lighten forth sweet Loves alluring fire: And in her tresses she does fold the looks Of such as gaze upon her golden hair, Her b shfull white mixed with the morning's read, Luna does boast upon her lovely cheeks, Her front is beauty's table where she paints, The glow es of her gorgeous excellence: Her teeth are shelves of precious Margarites, Richly enclosed with rudd e curroll cleves. Tush Lacy, she is beauty's overmatch, If thou suruaist her curious imagery. I Raphe. I'll give thee a new coat and learn me that. And how then Raphe? But how shall I have the maid? But how if I be a wrought smo ke. Raphe shall have a new coat. Lacy the fool hath laid a perfect plot, For why our country Margret is so coy, And stands so much upon her honest points, That marriage or no market with the maid: Ermsbie, it must be nigromaticke spells, And charms of art that must enchain her love, Or else shall Edward never win the girl, Therefore my wags weel horse us in the morn; And post to Oxford to this jolly Friar, Bacon shall by his magic do this deed. I am unknown, not taken for the Prince, They only deem us frolic Courtiers, That revel thus among our lieges' game: Therefore I have worser vised a policy, L cy, thou knowest next friday is S. James, And then the country flocks to Harlston fair, Then will the keepers daughter frolic there, And overshine the troop of all the maids, That come to see, and to be seen that day. Haunt thee disguised among the country swains, Fain thart a farmers son, not far from thence, Espy her loves, and who she liketh best: Coat him, and court her to control the clown, Say that the Courtier tired all in green, That helped her handsomely to run her cheese, And filled her father's lodge with venison, Commends him, and sends fairings to herself, Buy some thing worthy of her parentage, Not worth her beauty for Lacy then the fair, Afford no Jewel fitting for the maid: And when thou talkest of me, note if she blush, O then sh loves, but if her cheeks wax pale, Disdain it is. L cy send how she fares, And spare no time nor cost to win her loves. Send letters speedily to Oxford of the news. Well Lacy, ooke with care unto thy charge, And I will hast to Oxford to the Friar, That he by art, and thou by secret gifts, Mayest make me lord of merry Fressingfield. If it please your honour we are all ready at and inch. What dost thou more ke me. Gogs wounds Warren kill him. I strive in vain, but if my sword be shut, And conjured fast by magic in my sheath, Villain here is my fist. To whom speakest thou. Who art thou. I stand amazed to hear this jolly Friar, Tell even the very secrets of my thoughts: But learned Bacon since thou knowest the cause, Why I did post so fast from Fressingfield. Help Friar at a pinch, that I may have The love of lovely Margret to my self; And as I am true Prince of Wales, I'll give Living and lands to strength thy college state. Gramercy Bacon, I will quite thy pain. Friar thou gladst me, nowshall Edward try, How Lacy means to his sovereign lord. I see the keepers lovely lass appear, As bright-sunne as the parramour of Mars, Only attended by a jolly friar. I think the Friar courts the bonny wench, Bacon, me thinks he is a lusty churl. Gogs wounds Bacon here comes Lacy. How familiar they be Bacon. Gogs wounds Bacon they kiss, I'll stab them, Collar to see the traitors gree so well, Made me think the shadows substances. Bacon, I see the lovers hand in hand, The Friar ready with his portace there, To wed them both, then am I quite undone, Bacon help now, if ere thy magic served, Help Bacon, stop the marriage now, If devils or nigromansie may suffice, And I will give thee forty thousand crowns. Lacy thou canst not shroud thy traitorous thoughts, Nor cover as did Cassius all his wiles, For Edward hath and eye that looks as far, As L ncaeus from the shores of Greciam, Did not I fit in Oxford by the Friar, And see the court the maid of Fressingfield, Seahog thy flattering fancies with a kiss, Did not proud B ngay draw his portasse forth, And joining hand in hand had married you, If Friar B con had not stroke him , And mounted him upon a spirits back, That we might chat at Oxford with the friar, Traitor what answerst, is not all this true? Injurious Lacy did I love thee more Than Alexander his Hephestion; Did I unfold the passion of my love, And lock them in the closet of thy thoughts, Wertenberg thou to Edward second to himself, Sole friend, and partner of his secret loves, And could a glance of fading beauty break, Theinchained fetters of such private Friends, Base coward, false, and too effeminate, To be corrival with a prince in thoughts, From Oxford have I posted since I dinde, To quite a traitor before that Edward sleep. I tell thee Peggy I will have thy loves Edward or none shall conquer Margret, In Frigates bottomed with rich Sethin planks, Topped with the lofty firs of Libanon, Stemmed and incast with burnished luorie And overlaid with Plataeae of Persian wealth, Like Thetis shalt thou wanton on the waves And draw the Dolphins to thy lovely eyes, To dance lavoltas in the purple streams, Sirens with harps and silver psalteries, Shall weight with music at thy frigates stem, And entertain fair Margret with her lays, England and England's wealth shall wait on thee, Britain shall bend unto her princes love, And do endue homage to thine excellence, If thou wilt be but Edwards Margret. Lacy shall die as traitor to his Lord. To end the loves betwixt him and Margeret. Edward Art thou that famous prince of Wales, Who at Damasco Beatrice the Sarasens, And broughtest home triumph on thy lances point, And shall thy plumes be pulled by Venus down, Is it princely to dissever lovers leagues, To partly such friends as glory in their loves, Leave Ned, and make a virtue of this fault, And further Peg and Lacy in their loves, So in subduing fancies passion, Conquering thy self thou gettest the richest spoil, Lacy rise up, fair Peggy heeres my hand, The prince of Wales hath conquered all his thoughts And all his loves he yields unto the earl, Lacy enjoy the maid of Fressingfield, Make her thy Lincoln Countess at the church, And Ned as he is true Plantagenet, Will give h to thee frankly for thy with e. I will fair Peggi as I am true lord. 'Tis cheer lord Lacy for and Emperor, If he respect the person and the place: Come let us in, for I will all this night, Ride post until I come to Bacons cell. At Framingham my Lord, to try your bucks. I they could escape they teisers or the toil: But hearing of these lordly Potentates Landed, and prograst up to Oxford town, I posted to give entertain to them, Chief to the Almain Monarch, next to him, And joint with him, Castille and Saxony, Are welcome as they may b to the English Court. Thus for the men, but see Venus appears, Or one that overmatch eth Venus in her shape, Sweet Ellinor, beauty's highswelling pride, Rich nature's glory, and her wealth at once: Fair of all fairs, welcome to Albion, Welcome to me, and welcome to thine own, If that thou dainst the welcome from my self. Great potentates earth's miracles for state, Think that prince Edward humbles at your feet, And for these favours on his martial sword, He vows perpetual homage to yourselves, Yielding these honours unto Ellinour. Come let us break off this dispute between these two. Sirrah, where is Brazennose College. I have learned at Oxford then this point ofschooles, Abbata causam, llitur effectus, Lacy the cause that Margret cannot love, Nor fix her liking on the English Prince, Take him away, and then the effects will fail, Villain prepare thy self for I will bath My poinard in the bosom of and eatle. Gramercy Peggy, now that vows are passed, And that your loves are not be revolt: Once Lacy friends again, come we will post To Oxford, for this day the king is there, And brings for Edward Castille Ellinor. Peggy I must go see and view my wife, I pray God I Like her as I loved thee. Beside, lord Lincoln we shall hea e dispute, Betwixt friar Bacon, and learned Vandermast, Peggy weel leave you for a week or two. When as she swept Like Venus through the house, And in her shape fast folded up my thoughts: Into the Milkhouse went I with the maid, And there amongst the cream-boles she did shine, As Palace, amongst her Princely housewifry: She turned her smock over her Lily arms, And dived them into milk to run her cheese: But whiter than the milk her crystal skin, Checked with lines of Azure made her blush, That art or nature durst bring for compare, Ermsbie if thou hadst seen as I did note it well, How beauty played the huswife, how this girl Like Lucrece laid her fingers to the work, Thou wouldst with TO rquine hazard Room and all To win the lovely maid of Fressingfield. Gramercy Nell for I do love the lord, As he thats second to my self in love. Ah Ned, but hadst thou watched her as my self, And seen the secret beauties of the maid, Their courtly coinesse were but foolery. Should Paris enter in the courts of Greece, And not lie fettered in fair Helen's looks, Or Pho bus escape those piercing amorits, That Daphne glanced at his worser city: Can Edward then it by a flame and freeze, Whose heat puts Hellen and fair Daphne down, Now Monarchs ask the lady if we gree. Warren leave me and Ermsbie, take the fool, Let him be master and go revel it, Till I and Friar Bacon ta ke a while. How if I be, what then?