Greene, Robert · published 1594 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T35 Fools, wit and railing · 516 words
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Time was. 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 arme ache and your Head speak no better: well I will watch and walk up and down, and be a Perepatetian and a Philosopher of Aristotle's stamp, what a fresh noise, take thy pistols in hand Miles. Time is past. Master master, up, hells broken lose, your Head speaks, and there's 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. Miles I come, oh passing warily watched, Bacon will make thee next himself in love, When spoke the Head 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. Why villain hath it spoken oft. Oft, I marry hath it thrice: but in all those three times it hath uttered but seven words. As how Marry sir, the first time he said, Time is, as if Fabius cumentator should have pronounced a sentence, he said Time was, and the third time with thunder and lightning, as in great choler, he said Time is past. 'tis past indeed, a villain time is past, My life, my fame, my glory, all are past: Bacon, the turrets of thy hope are ruined down, Thy seven years study lieth in the dust: Thy Brazenhead lies broken through a slave That watched, and would not when the Head did will, What said the Head first. Even sir, Time is, Villain if thou hadst called to Bacon then, If thou hadst watched and waked the sleepy friar, The Brazenhead had uttered Aphorisms, And England had been circled round with brass, But proud Astm●roth ruler of the North, And Demogorgon master of the fates, Grudge that a mortal man should work so much, Hell trembled at my deep commanding spells, Fiends frowned to see a man their overmatch, Bacon might boast more than a man might boast: But now the braves of Bacon hath an end, Europe's conceit of Bacon hath an end: His seven years practice sorteth toill end: And villain sith my glory hath an end, I will appoint thee fatal to some end, Villain avoid getthee from Bacon's sight: Vag●●t go rome and range about the world, And perish as a vagabond on earth. Why then sir you forbidden me your service. My service villain with a fatal curse, That direful plagues and mischief fall on thee. '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 promotion.
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Time was. Well frier Bacon, you ſpent your ſeuen years ſtudie well that can make your Head ſpeake but two wordes at once, Time was: yea marie, time was when my maiſter was a wiſe man, but that was before he began to make the Braſen-head, you ſhall lie while your are ake and your Head ſpeake no better: well I will watch and walke vp and downe, and be a Perepatetian and a Philoſopher of Ariſtotles ſtampe, what a freſhe noiſe, take thy piſtols in hand Miles. Time is paſt. Maiſter maiſter, vp, hels broken looſe, your Head ſpeakes, and theres ſuch a thunder and lightning, that I warrant all Oxford is vp in armes, out of your bed and take a browne bill in your hand, the latter day is come. Miles I come, oh paſsing warily watcht, Bacon will make thee next himſelfe in loue, When ſpake the Head When ſpake the Head, did not you ſay that hee ſhould tell ſtrange principles of Philoſophie, why ſir it ſpeaks but two wordes at a time. Why villaine hath it ſpoken oft. Oft, I marie hath it thrice: but in all thoſe three times it hath vttered but ſeuen wordes. As how Marie ſir, the firſt time he ſaid, Time is, as if Fabius cumentator ſhould haue prononſt a ſentence, he ſaid Time was, and the third time with thunder and lightning, as in great choller, he ſaid Time is paſt. Tis paſt indeed, a villaine time is paſt, My life, my fame, my glorie, all are paſt: Bacon, the turrets of thy hope are ruind downe, Thy ſeuen yeares ſtudie lieth in the duſt: Thy Brazen-head lies broken through a ſlaue That watcht, and would not when the Head did will, What ſaid the Head firſt. Euen ſir, Time is, Villaine if thou hadſt cald to Bacon then, If thou hadſt watcht and wakte the ſleepie frier, The Brazen-head had vttered Aphoriſmes, And England had been circled round with braſſe, But proud Aſtmroth ruler of the North, And Demegorgon maiſter of the fates, Grudge that a mortall man ſhould worke ſo much, Hell trembled at my deepe commanding ſpels, Fiendes frownd to ſee a man their ouermatch, Bacon might boſt more than a man might boaſt: But now the braues of Bacon hath an end, Europes conceit of Bacon hath an end: His ſeuen yeares practiſe ſorteth toill end: And villaine ſith my glorie hath an end, I will appoint thee fatall to ſome end, Villaine auoid getthee from Bacons ſight: Vagt go ome and range about the world, And peri as a vagabond on earth. Why then ſir you forbid me your ſeruice. My ſeruice villaine with a fatall curſe, That direfull plagues and miſchiefe fall on thee. Tis no matter I am againſt you with the old prouerb, The more the foxis curſt the better he fares: God be with you ſir, Ile take but a booke in my hand, a wide ſleeued gowne on my backe, and a crowned cap on my head, and ſee if I can want promotion.