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For friarr that reads but mathematic rules Shall find conclusions that avail to work Wonders that pass the common sense of men. Edward, Prince of Wales, sits by himself, silent and depressed. Done bafon the Holy Triar ‘fore Damas’ walls.

And read a lecture in philosophy. Tis well; but take heed it be not a trot–but ’tis no matter, I’ll prevent it. In frigates bottom’d with rich Sethin planks, Topt with the lofty firs of Lebanon, Stemm’d and incas’d with burnish’d ivory, And overpaid with plates of Persian wealth, Like Thetis shall thou wanton on the waves, And draw the dolphins to thy lovely eyes, To dance lavoltas in the purple streams. Retrieved from ” https: Good Lord, here’s one of my master’s devils!

Come, Joan and Thomas, shall we to the fair?

Now, lusty younkers, look within the glass, And tell me if you can discern your sires. What is thy judgment, Jaques Vandermast? Serlsby, ’tis hard; thy father offers wrong To combat with my father in the Seld.


And as the college called Brazen-nose. For your terms Are finer than the common sort of men. He takes her in his arms. Bungay, how stands’t thou as a man amaz’d. But trust me, Margaret, I am sent in charge From him that revell’d in your father’s house, And fill’d his lodge with cheer and venison, ‘Tired in green. I Strive in vain; but if my sword be shut And conjur’d fast by magic in my sheath, Villain, here is my fist. Of courtesy, Margaret, let us lead the friar Unto thy father’s lodge, to comfort him With broths to bring him from this helpless trance.


Shall have a mate to lead us from the church. You talk of nos autem glorificare; but here s a nose that I warrant may be called nos autem populare for the people of the parish. By using this site, you agree to the Terms of Use and Privacy Policy. As soon as Bungay is at Brazen-nose, And I have chatted with the merry friar, I will post hie me to Fressingfield, And quite these wrongs on Lacy ere’t be long.

Come, let us break off this dispute between these two. My heart with sighs, mine eyes pleaded with tears.

Yes, warrant I thee, by his whole grammar. The earliest extant printed edition of this work dates fromlong after both FBFB and Greene’s death; manuscript versions, and perhaps one or more earlier printed editions, underlie the text. Vanish the tree, and thou away with him! MILES, his poor scholar. Why, thou arrant dunce, shall I never make thee a good scholar? Haunt thee disguis’d among the country-swains, Feign thou ‘rt a farmer’s son, not far from thence, Espy her loves, and who she liketh best; Cote him, and court her to control the clown; Say that the courtier ‘tired all in green, That help’d her handsomely to run her cheese, And fill’d her father’s lodge with venison.


Whose beauty, temper’d with her huswifery, Makes England talk of merry Fressingfield! Well, Master Burden, what of all this!

To Oxford, in the academy there. We hear the prince is ridden, with his lords. Ride for to visit Oxford with our train. In the Regent-house at Oxford, the Doctors, Burden, Mason, and Clement, bubgay the preparations necessary for the ruyal visitors.

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And hell and Hecate shall fail the friar. Now, English Harry, here begins the game; We shall see sport between these friqr men. This will be easy. But, learned Bacon, since thou know’st the cause Why I did post so fast from Fressingfield, Help, friar, at a pinch, that I may have The love of lovely Margaret to myself, And, as I am true Prince of Wales, I’ll give Living and lands to strength thy bunagy.

Honour bids thee control him in his lust; His wooing is not for to wed the girl, But to entrap her and beguile the lass. I pass not of his frivolous speeches. Amongst them is Lacy, disguised as ubngay farmer. If Argus liv’d, and had his hundred eyes, They could not over-watch Phobetor’s night.