MILES

Him sum dos issime & reverendissime doctor. Ecce quam bo um & quam I cundum, habitares libr S in num. Marry ir he does but fulfil by rehearsing of these names the Fable of the Fox and the g pes, that which is abou us, pertains nothing to us. What of this master, why he does speak mystically, for he knows if your skill fail to make a brazen head, yet more there waters strong ale will it his turn to make him have a cop pernose. I'll bring you to or three witnesses. Marry ir three or four as honest devils, and good companions as any be in hell. Marry si heel straight be on your pickpacke to know whither the feminine or the masculine gender be most worthy. Nay master Burden, my master ere he hath done with you, will turn you from a doctor to a dunce, and shake you so small, that he will leave no more learning in you than is in Ba aams Ass. Nay now my master goes to conjuration, take heed. O master cease your conjuration, or you spoil all, for heeres a she worser well c me with a shoulder of mutton oh spit, you have marred the devils supper, but no doubt he thinks our Col ledge fare is slender, and so hath sent you his cook with a shoul der of mutton to make it exceed. I'll warrant you master, if master Burden could con jure as well as you, he would have his book every night from Henly to study on at Oxford. Master shall I make a good motion. Marry sir now that my hostess is gone to provide supper, conjure up another spirit, and send doctor Burden y king after. So be it, & n ne& semp r, Amen. No sir, yes what is this else; g um tuus hom , I am your man, I warrant you sir as good Tully's phrase as any is in Oxford. Eg , that is I, marry nomen S bstant . Why sir let him prove himself and a will, I can b hard felt and understood. Not far from Copper-smiths hall. Not I sir, but what would you at Brazennose? Whose men be you. Then heeres good game for the hawk, for heers the master fool, and a covie of Coxcombs, one wise man I think would spring you all. A company of scabs, the proudest of you all draw your weapon if he can, See how boldly I speak now my master is by. O I beseech you conjure his hands too, that he may not lift his arms to his head, for he is light fingered. In faith my lord, your manhood and your sword all a Like, they are so fast conjured that we shall never see them. Ecce asinum mundi, fugura rotundi, Neat sheat and fine, as brisk as a cup of wine. And yet master doctor, to speak Like a proctor, And tell unto you, what is veriment and true, To cease of this quarrel, look but on his apparel, Then mark but my talis, he is great prince of Walis, The cheese of our gregis, and fili regis, Then beware what is done, for he is Henries white son. And I with scientiam, and great diligentia, Will conjure and charm, to keep you from harm, That utrum horum mavis, your very great navis, Like Bartlets ship, from Oxford do skip, With Colleges and schools, full loaded with fools, Quid dices and hoc, worshipful domine Dawcocke. No no, out with your blades, and hamper these jades, Have a flirt and a crash, now play revel dash, And teach these Sacerdos, that the Bocardos, Like peasants and elves, are meet for themselves. Salvete mnes reges, that govern your Greges, in Saxon nigh and Spain, in England and in Almain: for all this frolic table must I cover thee table, with trenchers, salt and cloth, and thenlooke for your broth. Marry sir I will, this day shall be a festival day with me, For I shall exceed in the highest degree. Think you that the watching of the brazen head craves no furniture? I warrant you sir I have so armed my self, that if all your devils come I will not fear them and inch. So, I thought you would talk your self a sleep anon, and 'tis no marvel, for Bungay on the days, and he on the nights, have watched Just these ten and fifty days, now this is the night, and 'tis my task and no more. Now Jesus bless me what a goodly head it is, and a nose, you talk of n S autem gl r ficar , but heres a nose, that I warrant may be called nos autem p pelare for the people of the parish, well I am furnished with weapons,, now fit I will set me down by a post, and make it as good as a watchman to wake me if I chance to slumber. I thought goodman head, I would call you out of your memento, passion a God I have almost broke my pate, Up Miles to your S to down and knock your head. task, take your brown bill in your hand, heeres some of your masters hobgoblins abroad. Well friar Bacon, you spent your 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 Brazenhead, you shall lie while your ar e ache and your Head speak no better: well I will watch and walk up and down, and be a Perepatetian and a Philosopher of Aristotles stamp, what a Fresh noise, take thy pistols in hand Miles. Master master, up, hels broken lose, your Head speaks, and theres 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. When spoke the Head, did not you say that he should tell strange principles of Philosophy, why sir it speaks but two words at a time. Oft, I marry hath it thrice: but in all those three times it hath uttered but seven words. Mar j sir, the first time he said, Time is, as if Fabius cumentator should have prono nst a sentence, he said Time was, and the third time with thunder and lightning, as in great choler, he said Time is passed. Even sir, Time is, Why then sir you forbid me your service. 'Tis no matter I am against you with the old proverb, The more the foxis 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 pro motion. A scholar quoth you, marry sir I would I had be made a botlemaker when I was made a scholar, for I can get neither to be a Deacon, Reader, nor Schoolmaster, no, not the clarke of a parish, some call me dunce, another says my head is as full of Latin as and eggs full of oatmeal, thus I am tormented that the devil and Friar Bacon, haunts me, good Lord heers one of my masters devils, I'll go speak to him, what master Plutus, how cheer you? Know you sir, why are not you one of my masters devils, that were wont to come to my master Doctor Bacon, at Brazen-nose? Good Lord M. Plutus I have seen you a thousand times at my masters 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 heesasyeomanlya man, as you shall see, mark you masters, heers a plain honest man, without welt or guard, but I pray you sir do you come lately from hell? Faith 'tis a place I have desired long to see, have you not good tippling houses there, may not a man have a lusty fire there, apot of good ale, a pair of cards, a swinging piece of chalk, and a brown toast that will clap a white waistcoat on a cup of good drink?, You are for me friend, and I am for you, but I pray you, may I not have and office there? By my troth sir in a place where I may profit my self, I know hell is a hight place, and men are marvelous dry, and much drink is spent there, I would be a tapster. Now surely hers acourteous devil, that for to pleasure his friend will not stick to make a jade of himself, but I pray you goodman f iend let me move a question to you. I pray you whither is your pace a trot or and amble? 'Tis well, but take heed it be not a trot, But 'tis no matter I'll prevent it. Marry friend I put on my spurs, for if I find your pace either a trot or else uneasy, I'll put you to a false gallop, I'll make you feel the benefit of my spurs. O Lord heres even a goodly marvel, when a man rides to hell on the Devils back. Salve doctor Burden, this lubberly lurden, Ill shapte and ill faced, disdained and disgraced, What he tells unto v bis, mentitur de nobis. My master hath made me sewer of these great lords, and God knows I am as serviceable at a table, as a sow is under n apple tree: 'tis no matter, their cheer shall not be great, and therefore what skills where the salt stand before or behind. Time is, Why master Brazenhead have you such a capital nose, and answer you with syllables, Time is: is this all my masters cunning, to spend seven years study about Time is: well sir, it may be we shall have some better orations of it anon, well I'll watch you as narrowly as ever you were watched, and I'll play with you as the Nightingale with the Slowworm, I'll set a prick against my breast: now rest there Miles, Lord have mercy upon me, I have almost killed my selse: up Miles list how they rumble. Spill sir, why do you think I never carried twopeny chop before in my life: by your leave, Nobile worser cus, for here comes doctor Bacons pecus, being in his full age, to carry a mess of pottage. Theres nothing lets me from going with you, but that 'tis a long journey, and I have never a horse. Here sir.