Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Lacie the fool hath laid a perfect plot, For why our country Margaret 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 we'll horse us in the morn; And post to Oxford to this jolly Friar, Bacon shall by his magic do this deed. Content my lord, and that's a speedy way To wean these headstrong puppies from the teat, I am unknown, not taken for the Prince, They only deem us frolic Courtiers, That revel thus among our liege's game: Therefore I have devised a policy, Lacy, thou know'st next friday is S. Iames, And then the country flocks to Harlston fair, Then will the keeper's 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, Feign thart a farmer's 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 Lacie then the fair, affords no jewel fitting for the maid: And when thou talkest of me, note if she blush, Oh then she loves, but if her cheeks wax pale, Disdain it is. Lacy send how she fares, And spare no time nor cost to win her loves. I will my lord so execute this charge, As if that Lacie were in love with her. Send letters speedily to Oxford of the news. And sirrah Lacie, buy me a thousand thousand million of fine bells. What wilt thou do with them Ralph? Marry every time that Ned sighs for the keeper's daughter, I'll tie a bell about him, and so within three or four days I will send word to his father Harry, that his son and my master Ned is become loves morris dance. Well Lacie, look with care unto thy charge, And I will hast to Oxford to the Friar, That he by art, and thou by secret gifts, Mayst make me lord of merry Fresingfield. God send your honour your heart's desire. Miles where are you? Hic sum dos●issime & reverendissime doctor. Attuli●●in●s libres meos de Necromantia. Ecce quam boum & quam icundum, habitares librs innum. Now masters of our Academic state, That rule in Oxford Vizroies in your place, Whose heads contain Maps of the liberal arts, Spending your time in depth of learned skill, Why flock you thus to Bacon's secret Cell, A Frier newly stalled in 〈◊〉, Say what's your mind, that I may make reply.
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Lacie the foole hath laid a perfect plot, For why our countrie Margret is ſo coy, And ſtandes ſo much vpon her honeſt pointes, That marriage or no market with the mayd: Ermsbie, it muſt be nigromaticke ſpels, And charmes of art that muſt inchaine her loue, Or elſe ſhall Edward neuer win the girle, Therefore my wags weele horſe vs in the morne; And poſt to Oxford to this iolly Frier, Bacon ſhall by his magicke doe this deed. Content my lord, and thats a ſpeedy way To weane theſe head-ſtrong puppies from the teat, I am vnknowne, not taken for the Prince, They onely deeme vs frolicke Courtiers, That reuell thus among our lieges game: Therefore I haue duiſed a pollicie, Lcie, thou knowſt next friday is S. Iames, And then the country flockes to Harlſton faire, Then will the keepers daughter frolicke there, And ouer-ſhine the troupe of all the maids, That come to ſee, and to be ſeene that day. Haunt thee diſguiſd among the countrie ſwaines, Fain thart a farmers ſonne, not far from thence, Eſpie her loues, and who ſhe liketh beſt: Coat him, and court her to controll the clowne, Say that the Courtier tyred all in greene, That helpt her handſomly to run her cheeſe, And fild her fathers lodge with veniſon, Commends him, and ſends fairings to herſelfe, Buy ſome thing worthie of her parentage, Not worth her beautie for Lacie then the faire, Affoord no Iewell fitting for the mayd: And when thou talkeſt of me, note if ſhe bluſh, Oh then ſh loues, but if her cheekes waxe pale, Diſdaine it is. Lcie ſend how ſhe fares, And ſpare no time nor coſt to win her loues. I will my lord ſo execute this charge, As if that Lacie were in loue with her. Send letters ſpeedily to Oxford of the newes. And ſirha Lacie, buy me a thouſand thouſand million of fine bels. What wilt thou do with them Raphe? Mary euery time that Ned ſighs for the keepers daughter, Ile tie a bell about him, and ſo within three or foure daies I will ſend word to hi father Harry, that his ſonne and my maiſter Ned is become Loues morris dance. Well Lacie, ooke with care vnto thy charge, And I will haſt to Oxford to the Frier, That he by art, and thou by ſecret gifts, Maiſt make me lord of merrie Freſingfield. God ſend your honour your harts deſire. Miles where are you? Hi ſum dosiſsime & reuerendiſsime doctor. Attuliins librs ms de Necromantia. Ecce quam boum & quam icundum, habitares librs innum. Now maiſters of our Academicke ſtate, That rule in Oxford Vizroies in your place, Whoſe heads containe Maps of the liberall arts, Spending your time in deapth of learned skill, Why flocke you thus to Bacons ſecret Cell, A Fier newly ſtalde in , Say whats your mind, that I may make replie.