Greene, Robert · published 1630 · first performed or written 1589 [1586-1590] (Annals) comedy · Queen Elizabeth's Men unassigned nearest T14 Royal love, favour and dynastic relation · 492 words · other edition — not in the analysis
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T14: prince, princess, love, king, lord, queen, madam, grace, lady, life.
And 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 Dawcock? Why hare-brained Courtiers, are you drunk or mad, To taunt us up with such scurrility? Deem you us men of base and light esteem, To bring us such a fop for Henry's son? Call out the Beadles and convey them hence Straight to Bocardo, let the Roisters lie Close clapped in bolts, until their wits 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 revel dash, And teach these Sacerdos, that the Bocardos, Like Peasants and clues, 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 Brazen-nose, And this, attired like the Prince of Wales, Is Raphe, King Henry's only loved fool, I, Earl of Essex, and this Ermsby, One of the privy Chamber to the King, Who while the Prince with friar Bacon stays, Have revelled in Oxford as you see. My Lord, pardon us, we knew not what you were; But Courtiers may make greater scapes than these, willt please your Honour dine with me today? 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 Linceus from the shores of Grecia. Did not I sit in Oxford by the friar, And see thee court the maid of Fressingfield, Sealing 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 dumb, And mounted him upon a spirit's 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, whenas mine eye surveyed her curious shape, And drew the beauteous glory of her looks, To dive into the centre of my heart, Love taught me that your Honour did but jest, That Princes were in fancy but as men, How that the lovely maid of Fressingfield Was fitter to be Lacy's wedded wife, Than Concubine unto the Prince of Wales.
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And with ſcientia and great diligentia, Will coniure and charme, to keepe you from harme, That vtrum horum manis, your very great nauis, Like Bartlets ſhip, from Oxford doe skip, With Colledges 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 ſcurrilitie? Deeme you vs men of baſe and light eſteeme, To bring vs ſuch a fop for Henries ſonne? Call out the Beadles and conuay them hence Straight to Bocardo, let the Roiſters lie Cloſe clapt in bolts, vntill their wits 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 fiurt and a craſh, now reuell daſh, And teach theſe Sacerdos, that the Bocardos, Like Pezzants and clues, are meet for themſelues. To the priſon with them, Conſtable. Well (Doctors) ſeeing I haue ſported me, With laughing at theſe mad and merry wagges, Know that Prince Edward is at Brazen-noſe, And this, attired like the Prince of Wales, Is Raphe, King Henries only loued foole, I, Earle of Eſſex, and this Ermsby, One of the priuie Chamber to the King, Who while the Prince with Frier Bacon ſtaies, Haue reuel'd in Oxford as you ſee. My Lord, pardon vs, we knew not what you were▪ But Courtiers may make greater ſcapes then theſe, Wilt pleaſe your Honour dine with me to day? I will, maſter Doctor, and ſatisfie the Vintner for his hurt; only I muſt deſire you to imagine him all this forenoone the Prince of Wales. I will, ſir. And vpon that I will lead the way, onely I will haue Miles goe before me, becauſe I haue heard Henry ſay, that wiſedome muſt goe 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 Lincaeus from the ſhores of Grecia. Did not I ſit in Oxford by the Fryer, And ſee thee court the maid of Freſingfield, Sealing thy flattering fancies with a kiſſe? Did not proud Bungay draw his portaſſe forth, And ioyning hand in hand, had married you, If Frier Bacon had not ſtrooke him dumbe, And mounted him vpon a ſpirits backe, That we might chat at Oxford with the Frier? Traytor, what anſwer'ſt? Is not all this true? Truth all, my Lord, and thus I make reply, At Harlſtone Faire there courting for your Grace, When as mine eye ſuruaid her curious ſhape, And drew the beautious glory of her lookes, To diue into the center of my heart, Loue taught me that your Honour did but ieſt, That Princes were in fancy but as men, How that the louely maid of Freſingfield Was fitter to be Lacies wedded wife, Then Concubine vnto the Prince of Wales.