10 Soundeth the measures of a lively faith, 20 25 Friend. And will you, then, Margaret, be shorn a nun, and so leave us all? Mar. Now farewell world, the engine of all woe! Farewell to friends and father! Welcome Adieu to dainty robes! This base attire Love O love! and, with fond love, farewell But even to that, as to the rest, farewell! 30 35 be a deacon, reader, nor schoolmaster, no, not the clerk of a parish. Some call me dunce; [15 another saith, my head is as full of Latin as an egg's full of oatmeal. Thus I am tormented, that the devil and Friar Bacon haunts me. - Good Lord, here's one of my master's devils! I'll go speak to him. What, Master Plu- [20 tus, how cheer you? Dev. Dost thou know me ? Miles. Know you, sir! Why, are not you one of my master's devils, that were wont to come to my master, Doctor Bacon, at Bra- [25 zen-nose? Dev. Yes, marry, am I. Miles. Good Lord, Master Plutus, I have seen you a thousand times at my master's, and yet I had never the manners to make you [30 drink. But, sir, I am glad to see how conformable you are to the statute. I warrant you, he's as yeomanly a man as you shall see: mark you, masters, here's a plain honest man, without welt or guard.2 But I pray you, sir, [35 do you come lately from hell? Dev. Ay, marry: how then? Miles. Faith, 't is a place I have desired long to see. Have you not good tippling-houses there? May not a man have a lusty fire there, a [40 pot of good ale, a pair of cards, a swinging piece of chalk, and a brown toast that will clap a white waistcoat on a cup of good drink? Dev. All this you may have there. Miles. You are for me, friend, and I am for [48 you. But I pray you, may I not have an office there? Dev. Yes, a thousand. What wouldst thou be? Miles. By my troth, sir, in a place where I may profit myself. I know hell is a hot place, [50 and men are marvellous dry, and much drink is spent there; I would be a tapster. Dev. Thou shalt. Miles. 'Tis well; but take heed it be not a trot but 't is no matter, I'll prevent it. Dev. What dost ? Miles. Marry, friend, I put on my spurs; [70 for if I find your pace either a trot or else uneasy, I'll put you to a false gallop; I'll make you feel the benefit of my spurs. Dev. Get up upon my back. MILES mounts on the Devil's back. Miles. O Lord, here's even a goodly mar- [ vel, when a man rides to hell on the devil's back! Exeunt, roaring. And, for these favours, on his martial sword K. Hen. Gramercies, lordings; old Plantagenet, That rules and sways the Albion diadem, Emp. If but a third were added to these two, 15 Mar. 'Tis I, my lords, who humbly on my knee Must yield her orisons to mighty Jove For lifting up his handmaid to this state, Brought from her homely cottage to the court, 20 And grac'd with kings, princes, and emperors; To whom (next to the noble Lincoln Earl) I vow obedience, and such humble love As may a handmaid to such mighty men. P. Elin. Thou martial man that wears the Almain crown, 25 And you the western potentates of might, K. Hen. Seeing the marriage is solémnized, 1 The Court. 35 Bacon. Repentant for the follies of my youth, That magic's secret mysteries misled, And joyful that this royal marriage Portends such bliss unto this matchless realm. K. Hen. Why, Bacon, 40 What strange event shall happen to this land? Or what shall grow from Edward and his queen ? Bacon. I find by deep prescience of mine art, From forth the royal garden of a king And over-shadow Albion with her leaves. see, And peace from heaven shall harbour in thes leaves That gorgeous beautifies this matchless flower And Venus' hyacinth shall vail & her top; And Pallas' bay shall 'bash her brightest gree K. Hen. This prophecy is mystical. With presence of your princely mightiness, Omne tulit punctum qui miscuit utile dulci 2 This prophecy refers, as usual, to Elizabeth. [Enter] MYCETES, COSROE, MEANDER, THERIDAMAS, ORTYGIUS, CENEUS, [MENAPHON,] with others. Myc. Brother Cosroe, I find myself aggriev'd, Yet insufficient to express the same, For it requires a great and thund'ring speech: Good brother, tell the cause unto my lords; I know you have a better wit than I. Cos. Unhappy Persia, that in former age Hast been the seat of mighty conquerors, That, in their prowess and their policies, Have triumph'd over Afric and the bounds Of Europe, where the sun dares scarce appear 10 For freezing meteors and congealed cold, Now to be rul'd and governed by a man At whose birthday Cynthia with Saturn join'd, And Jove, the Sun, and Mercury denied To shed [their] influence in his fickle brain! Now Turks and Tartars shake their swords at thee, Meaning to mangle all thy provinces. 15 Myc. Brother, I see your meaning well enough, you And through your planets I perceive think 20 Meand. Not for so small a fault, my sovereign lord. 25 Myc. I mean it not, but yet I know I might; Of Tamburlaine, that sturdy Scythian thief, 1 Uncivilized. 31 35 40 45 To make himself the monarch of the East; Whom I may term a Damon for thy love: 55 Cos. It cannot choose, because it comes from you. Myc. Then hear thy charge, valiant Theridamas, To hear the king thus threaten like himself! Cos. Ah, Menaphon, I pass not for his threats; The plot is laid by Persian noblemen 110 114 119 To see our neighbours that were wont to quake Since Fortune gives you opportunity 12 By curing of this maimed empery. 13 [Trumpet within Cos. But, Menaphon, what means thi trumpet's sound? 1 Men. Behold, my lord, Ortygius and the res Bringing the crown to make you Emperor ! Enter ORTYGIUS and CENEUS bearing a crow with others. Orty. Magnificent and mighty Prince Cosro We, in the name of other Persian states And commons of this mighty monarchy, Present thee with th' imperial diadem. Cen. The warlike soldiers and the gentleme That heretofore have fill'd Persepolis |