Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 520 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
And I my lord will have pioneers to undermine the town, that the very Gardens and orchards be carried away for your summer walks. And I with scientia, and great diligentia, Will conjure and charm, to keep you from harm, That utrum horum mavis, your very great navis, Like Bartlet's ship, from Oxford do skip, With Colleges and schools, full loaden with fools, Quid dices ad hoc, worshipful domine Dawcocke. Why hare-brained courtiers, are you drunk or mad, To taunt us up with such scurilitie, Deem you us men of base and light esteem, To bring us such a fop for Henry's son, Call out the beadls and convey them hence, Strait to Bocardo, let the roisters lie Close clapped in bolts, until theirwits be tame. Why shall we to prison my lord? What sayst Miles, shall I honour the prison with my presence? 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 Bocardoes, Like peasant's and elves, are meet for themselves. To the prison with them constable. Well doctors seeing I have sported me, With laughing at these mad and merry wags, Know that prince Edward is at Brazennose, And this attired like the prince of Wales, Is Ralph, king Henry's only loved fool, I, earl of Essex, and this Ermsbie One of the privy chamber to the king, Who while the prince with Friar Bacon stays, Have reveld it in Oxford as you see. My lord pardon us, we knew not what you were, But courtiers may make greater scapes than these, Wilt please your honour dine with me to day? I will master doctor, and satisfy the vintner for his hurt, only I must desire you to imagine him all this forenoon the prince of Wales. I will sir. And upon that I will lead the way, only I will have Miles go before me, because I have heard Henry say, that wisdom must go before Majesty. Lacie thou canst not shroud thy traitorous thoughts, Nor cover as did Cassius all his wiles, For Edward hath an eye that looks as far, As L●ncaeus from the shores of Grecia, Did not I sit in Oxford by the Friar, And see thee court the maid of Fresingfield, Seahog thy flattering fancies with a kiss, Did not proud Bungay draw his portasse forth, And joining hand in hand had married you, If Friar Bacon had not struck him 〈◊〉, And mounted him upon a spirits back, That we might chat at Oxford with the friar, Traitor what answer'st, is not all this true? Truth all my Lord and thus I make reply, At Harlstone fair there courting for your grace, When as mine eye surveyed her curious shape, And drew the beauteous glory of her looks, To dive into the centre of my heart. Loue taught me that your honour did but jest, That princes were in fancy but as men, How that the lovely maid of Fresingfield, Was fit to be Lacy's wedded wife, Than concubine unto the prince of Wales.
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And I my lord will haue Pioners to vndermine the towne, that the very Gardens and orchards be carried away for your ſummer walkes. And I with ſcientia, and great diligentia, Will coniure and charme, to keepe you from harme, That vtrum horum mauis, your very great nauis, Like Bartlets ſhip, from Oxford do skip, With Colleges and ſchooles, full loaden with fooles, Quid dices ad hoc, worſhipfull domine Dawcocke. Why harebraind courtiers, are you drunke or mad, To taunt vs vp with ſuch ſcurilitie, Deeme you vs men of baſe and light eſteeme, To bring vs ſuch a fop for Henries ſonne, Call out the beadls and conuay them hence, Straight to Bocardo, let the roiſters lie Cloſe clapt in bolts, vntill theirwits be tame. Why ſhall we to priſon my lord? What ſaiſt Miles, ſhall I honour the priſon with my preſence? No no, out with your blades, and hamper theſe iades, Haue a flurt and a craſh, now play reuell daſh, And teach theſe Sacerdos, that the Bocardos, Like pezzants and elues, are meet for themſelues. To the priſon with them conſtable. Well doctors ſeeing I haue ſported me, With laughing at theſe mad and merrie wagges, Know that prince Edward is at Brazennoſe, And this attired like the prince of Wales, Is Raphe, king Henries only loued foole, I, earle of Eſſex, and this Ermsbie Oe of the priuie chamber to the king, Who while the prince with Frier Bacon ſtaies, Haue reueld it in Oxford as you ſee. My lord pardon vs, we knew not what you wer, But courtiers may make greater skapes than theſe, Wilt pleaſe your honour dine with me to day? I will maiſter doctor, and ſatisfie the vintner for h hurt, only I muſt deſire you to imagine him all this forenoon the prince of Wales. I will ſir. And vpon that I will lead the way, onely I will haue Miles go before me, becauſe I haue heard Henrie ſay, that wiſedome muſt go before Maieſtie. Lacie thou canſt not ſhroud thy traitrous thoughts, Nor couer as did Caſsius all his wiles, For Edward hath an eye that lookes as farre, As Lncaeus from the ſhores of Grecia, Did not I ſit in Oxford by the Frier, And ſee the court the mayd of Freſingfield, Seahog thy flattering fancies with a kiſſe, Did not prowd Bngay draw his portaſſe foorth, And ioyning hand in hand had married you, If Frier Bcon had not ſtroke him , And mounted him vpon a ſpirits backe, That we might chat at Oxford with the frier, Traitor what anſwerſt, is not all this true? Truth all my Lord and thus I make replie, At Harlſtone faire there courting for your grace, When as mine eye uruaid her curious ſhape, And drewe the beautious glory of her looks, To diue into the center of my heart. Loue taught me that your honour did but ieſt, That princes were in fancie but as men, How that the louely maid of Freſingfield, Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wie, Than concubine vnto the prince of Wales.