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Enter Emperor, Iohn of Burdiox his wif Rossalin his son Rossacler Vandermast frier Bacon with attendantes
Emperor
Ser Iohn of Burdiox hawtie in thy thoughtes, martiall [and] [OMITTED]
and full of warlike excelince, whell hast thow kep Revena[OMITTED]
gaynst the Turk· though Ameroth belegerd [y] it with men [OMITTED]
for which I prayes the much and prise the dere, I tell the Iohn[OMITTED]
thow art loved of ffredricke, for provf thy son shall waight
vpon my Cup. thy doughter and fayre Rossalin thy wife
shall with the Empres feast it in the Corte and thow thy selfe
even Iohn of Burdiox shall rescqe Revena and be lord ther of
and for thow wantes a freash suplie of men thow shalt hav thertie[OMITTED]
thowsand strong to ayd the a gaynst theasaltes of Amerothe

Iohn
worthi soporter of the Iermaynes stat Huan of Burdiox
was myn Awnsester and at his honers do I ame my thoughtes
I prise my prince a bove my privat selfe and Cuntries Credit
mor then losse of blud, mounst all the favors from yor Excelince
my sons preferment I acoumt as chefe for fathers glorie in ther
sons adore and that the Empries daynes my wives consort,
fer Iohn is soulder to her mightines void in her quarell for to
breake his Launce and for Revenas gest Burdox wilbe
a faythfull subiegt vnto fredricke

Emperor.
I know it Iohn, Bacon why art not blith, wert thow at [OMITTED]
oxford in thi howse of brassenos, more hartie wellcom
could not Bakon have then fredrick in hart affordes to him
tis thy disgrace I tell the vandermast yf Bakones wellcom
fytes not his content, scollers should linke in simphathi of Love[OMITTED]
what Iermanie Affordes in honer or in wealth is thyne to
grace frier Bakon with· and hosburge and ther skolls
may hould them provd that Inglishe Bakon lives with in ther
sell

Vander
Bakon is wellcom vnto vandermast and hosburge houldes the
man in great accompt, thow I have littell case to wish him we[OMITTED]
for well I wote when I in Ingland was. yor grace can tell [OMITTED]
he sett me on a [stead] Iade that posted me in hast from Albion
a vengance and a wherlwind brought me home wisdome

Emperor
I know it well that envie hath her splene, and envie lives [OMITTED]
amounst the greatest clarkes for all this checke be meri ma[OMITTED]
thow arte wellcom to the Iermayn emperore that glories
in the presence of thy selfe

Bakon
I thannck yor grase Bakon left not his Inglish skolls to gayne [OMITTED]
a broud wealth or promotion desier of deper skill mad me [OMITTED]
cost vnto the Iermayne clime Bacon is ould and age can not[OMITTED]
be blith for many yeares must meditat on sin yet I confece y[OMITTED]
heignes Curtecie to far mor then my desartes can c[OMITTED]
«bu»t as for hosborge and for vandermast as the a compte
«of» Bacon so do I of them

[OMITTED]iox
when I was young and sought the Inglish strond
to show I was a souldier in that cost, as youth desiers
to show ther chevallrie, coming to Oxford ther to se
ther scolls Bacon that wished to do all strangers good
gav me great wellcom with a bound of chere to grattewlat
the man and honer him let him my lord be guest at Burdiox
howse my mantion shalbe harbore for the frier and I
will case fayer Rossalin my wife to love the man
as she dothe like of me

[OMITTED]ossalin
he shall not wante a wellcome then my Lord

Bacon
Ser Iohn I take it kindlie at yor hand, I would yor
Inglish wellcom had bin more but friers dieat
must not revell it toe disshies makes a scollers chere
exced but for I have longe desiered to se the turke
to witnes with my nies what I have read Ill to
Revena marchinge with yor troupes and se a whiell

Burdiox Bourdeux
the accedentes of war then will I return agayne to ffredricke
Bacon content thow shalt have soulders fayer
but wellcom as it were vnto a kinge

Empro
thannckes Burdiox thow honerst me in this in that thow
likest of Bacon mene whiell vntell our soulders tropes
them hence letes in and blithlie teach the Inglish frier
our Renishe win can make a meri harte Exentomnes


«fl»orish
Enter [Rossaclere] [fferdynand] the Emperors son and his toe frend ij noble men
[OMITTED]ble
what Cher my lord what over clad in dumpes the prince that
swellith in his his one content and hathe the empier tied to his will
and sitt as one that sorowed for want com ferdenand letes to
the Corte and in a stope of wine buri thes cars that makes
thy honer sad a tipsi head is full of plesaunt toyes and thers
no better salve for discontent, then take a posion brewed
from the prese

[OMITTED]erdenand
what fyer on fyer tis contrarie to kind, a heating grape
slakes not a therstie mynd [o well sayd Ovid in his wanton]
[wright venus it vinis egnes et egna fuet]

l[OMITTED]rd
my lord letes frolik it monste the dames a womans face is
enimy to car and bewtie slaketh everi sollom dvmpe

[OMITTED]enand
but yf that bewtie once hath bread thy bayne
what meadesen then by phesicke may be tane

[OMITTED]d
why wo my lord and wine my lord by welth princes have
quoine and thates the suriest Clawes had phebus folowed
Iubeter in love and crost fayer Daphnie with a goulden
shower, Daphnie as Dania had bin mad a mother

[OMITTED]denand
Daphni tut wer she but as coye as she time would make hop
beleve it once might be but phebus love was never half
so loth to grace the son god with a wanton eie
as is this saynt that maketh me so sade

[OMITTED]
whi«[OMITTED]h»at is «[OMITTED]h[OMITTED]» my Lorde

ferde
as frend in life so be my frendes in love it is fayer Rossa[OMITTED]ross[OMITTED]
the fayer to fayer be case her fayernes is so chast, I Cort
she coye I tell my grefful playntes but all my Lov is buried vp in
loss Counsell how to obtayne a Dame so fayer

j lord
why faynt not ferdenand though soyld at fyrst wemens disdaynes
are endid in desiers, the harder goote the swetter in the tast
trie art my Lord goe vnto vandermast

ferdena
thou Vandermast and none but Vandermast may ease the
sorowes of my greved soull to him i'll goe and yf he may
recure or ease by art what love hath wrought in me
Ill make him equall with my selfe in gree, but yf that
erbes or spells may cure the mynd I mervell why empatien
phebus cried ha me he qod nullus amor est medecabeles
[erbes] yet will I tri the art of vandermast Exent omnes


Enter Ambrothe the turke with Basshaws
turke
it greves me Basshawes and bould Ianezaries that Amewrothe
whos worth hath won the world shouldbe reiected at Revena backe
a littell toune begeart with slender walls yet scorning all the
asalltes of Amewroth

Bassha
my lord tis not the Countermurs that countercheckes valuer of yor
heighnes chevalrie but Iohn of Burdiox that brave martiall lord
he is the kee that keps the Cettie walls and in his valer
dothe ther saftie rest

turk
lik thetis darling trotting on his sted chasing the men of
illion from ther tentes so Iohn of Burdiox fayres him in the felde
[a noyse]
had I so brav a Basshaw in my campe all Europes conquest
should not bow the man, what noyes is this stand on yor garde
[my frendes]

Bassha
bring a way those Cristians this Lordlie churle that standes vpon
his stat as yf he might compare with anie Kinge

Enter Bacon and perce his man led in by turkes
emperor
Basshaw what newes

Basshaw
salliinge a bought theas neigbore bordering groues we found
theas Cristians setted in a thicket this poring on a booke
wher in was draune formes and Carrectors that seme
most strange this other whom we hould to be his man sat Iust
derect him with anenstrewment by all coniecturs seminge
maggecall as yf he ment by art to draw the perfitt Citti«u»
of yor we seing the layd hould vpon the men the scorning wh[OMITTED]
we ether did or dar as men that littell wayd or force or valing[OMITTED]
littell of the threates of deathe

perce
harke ye ser pray what might he seme to be yow have
talkd vnto all this whill

souldier
mari sera it is Amerothe emperore of the turkes

perce
allas good Ientell man I am hartelie sorrie for him I promies

sould
why so)

(perce)
he semes to be trobled with the headake a has
such a vengable manie of cloutes a bought the pat on him
[OMITTED]ow what art thow

Bacon
a Cristian borne my calling is a frier

Turk
straung ar thy lokes and ounquoth thy natier
ner have I sene such garmentes in campe yet manie
Cristian presoners have we tane what canst thow
do or what is thy degree

Bacon
I can martch thorw the thickest of thy tropes and
daunt thy Iannsaries with a froune, making thy Basshawes
bow when I Commaund, my anggerie lokes can mak
proud Amewroth shroud him with in the compass of his
gard, and at my lust great Constanttinople shall vanish
as did illion in to flames; Turk I can bridell all thy
pouer by art thus for my skill and now for my degree
I am Inglish Bacon, what sayst thow to me

Turke
ooft have I sene the portratur of prid shadoid with in a
Cristians hawtie loks for most of them ar men of heigh Consayght
but such a provd resolving grome as this prict vp with
such disdayning ensolence, ner cam befor the face of
Amewroth an english man well mayst thow be a devell
such sterne emporte hanges in thy frouning brow but now
thow hast met with one wilbe thy match and chasted all
thy folies with a froune step callibassha and with thy sword
reach me that provd presuming Cristians head then
let him make compayre with Amewrothe) whates the matter

perce
his dudgen haft is anngeri and his sword begenes to clatter

Turke
tell me velin wherfore camst thow

Bacon
I for to gratulat my princlie frend cam wandering
Amewroth vnto thy camp [th] to have thy croune thy robe
and semeter, which I will have mawger thy prowdist
gard er thow and I depart or selves from hence grudg
not but yeld them me with out delaye,
for Inglish Bacon will not hav a naye

Turke
blasphemus Cristian what my royall croune framd at
the cost of worlicke ottaman that fyrst was supreme
of the mightie Turkes my curious robe and my semeter
my I exchaung them for the western world and have the
land that Limites from the allps vnto the farthest
setting of the son I would not leve my robe nor yet
my croune, my semeter se Cristian how it shines
[sound]
full well thow likest it now it shalbe thine, hould him
Ill bucher vp the slave despight of all the quilites of art

Enter Selimus a soulder persuing him
[OMITTED]imus
help helpe oh helpe

[OMITTED]ke
the voise doth show like littell Selimus ha it is he
stay soulder stay thy handes stay and take rannsom whath
what thy selfe willt aske

Selim̄.

fo
r ber the blow se wher my father sittes and profers rannsom for his onlie son

Bacon

fo
r ber him yet

Selimus

why sites my father as aman secur Carles to help his onlie Selimus
or elce to fly fo
r whi the enime hath salleed out Revena with his force spoyled thy camp and left not one a live only my selfe did save my lyfe
by flight, but whot persut this souldier gave me chase so at thy feett thy
son must ether die or elce hav lif by thy perswadinge wordes

Turke

how his Lamentes doth wring me at the hart to se the boy the babe of m[OMITTED]
delightes redi to dei and I can lend no ayd I sitt in Chaynd with sprig[OMITTED]
I can not ster I can not move lording ster you not

noble

the devell I thinnck or elce som worsser hath so in chaunted ous we can not mov[OMITTED]

Bacon

strike)

Selimus)

ha father no
w the ballfull blad is vp help now or never father shall I die)

Turke

(ha might I dei with the then wer[OMITTED]
I well)

Sellimus

(remember how my mother Loves me well, thinck how
shell shead her brinesh teres fo
r me when Selimus her onlie son must d[OMITTED] fo
r her sacke Ientell father save my Lyf geve all thy kingdom for thy onlie son)

Bacon)

strike)

Turke

(hould Bacon take thow my Croune
my robe my semeter and what elce I hav onlie in treat to save my Litte[OMITTED]
[in treat nay charge fo
r thy command is] donne

Bacon

deliver them vnto my man and Bacon swers to the thy son shall hav
no preiudice at all )(

perce

m
r shall I gev him my cape my goune and my sword and then a can not say that we ar behoulding to him fo
r exchaung is no roberie I remembe[OMITTED] onc at oxford in a Commedie yo
r worship put me to play the part of a chemnie sweper and after to clere the stage yow carried me a waye
in a cloke bage now this is Like to prove a tragedie I but on
the Turkes robes and make an exent in his beest appariell

Turk

Bacon now thow hast all deliver thow me my son

Bacon

Astrough go shroud thy selfe and him strayte in the depe

Seli

ha help helpe)

Turke)

ah Bacon what hast thow don

perce

taken thy robes and sent thy sone to hell thus Inglish Bacon bedes the Turk farw[OMITTED]
far well good man Turke I beleve you will love hogges flesh
the worse this seven yeer ye a bin so hardlie handlid by Bacon Exent

Turke

now can I stere now that the slave is gon my limes hav wonted libertie

agayne)

j lord)

and so hav myne my Lord but whether shall we flie
this Cursed Bacon will haunt ous at the heeles

Turke

how can I live now [selimus] that my son is dead now selemus my
onlie son is slayne

[Enter Selimus]
lord
my lord se wher selimus comes

Turk
Selimus ha no it is his gooste

Selim̄
all hayle vnto the myghty Amewrath thy lordes ar all in counsell of [OMITTED]
a bought som present bussenes to be dun and sent me to intreat
yor maiestie you wold make short repayer vnto yor royall tentes

Turk
Selimus my son what dost thow live my boye

Seli
what makes my father make a questian so I was not sicke
but frolicke as you se then who dars offer selemus ani wronge

Turke
why say my son wert thow not here even now suplian at a soulders
feet for lyfe saing or Basshawes all wer but to sword

Seli
who I my lord my tutor and my selfe hav all this daye bin plodding
at or bokes vntell the Lordes in treted mi to come

Turk
how say to this my Lordes

lord
Bacon by maieck spells raysed vp some spright in likenes of yor son
and by that menes and by that meanes hath gott yor robes awaye
for he that could in chaunt ous to stand still can do as great a
meracle as this)

[OMITTED]urk
now that I have my selemus a gayne this tragick stur is turned
all to Ioy wellcom my boy and to my robes adew [h] let frier
Bacon wer them for my sacke [it is] well may he bost hes
cossen to the turke so fyne he fecth me of with his desayte
yet is the frier aman in all his word my selimvs is safe and
so he void but yf I live ille doun to hosborge playnes and fech
from fredrick my Croune my sword and semeter or die

[[OMITTED]ssaclere]
com Basshawes letes go geve assallt Exen omnis


Enter Rossalin and [rossaclere] [fferdynand]
[OMITTED]rydynand
be Cortious rose as thow art heavenlie fayre fayre rossalin
take ruth of my destress passions in love passiges to death
and sorrer prickes the sting of dipe affect then ani payne
that can torment the harte se I thy face my thoughtes ar
full of fyer, but as the oyle doth make the fyer more great
so teres quench not but doth in crease the heat

[OMITTED]ssalin
what sugered wordes dropes from a lovers tounge how paynted
is the spetch that love affordes ah could my lord discorce of
vertue so; and talk as well of chastetie as Lust twer far mor
better for his prinslie stat; theas follish passions littell ples my mynd
it fytes not maried wives to list to love a willing eare
be wrayes a wanton hart and therfore pardon for I must depart

[OMITTED][ossacler] [[OMITTED]fferd]
absence is death vpon so quoy disdayne stay Rossalin be pliant
to my playntes thow canst not hav a trewer love then I

[OMITTED]ossalin
nor none so trew as Iohn of Burdiox is

[o[OMITTED]ssacler] [fferd]
hould take this tresuer tresuer of my hart, a sacrifyes [of]
for my submissiue thought which humblie bowes befor thy
bewtious feet)

Rossalin)
tempt me not wanton lord with straynes of sin
for no corruption shall inchaunt my mynd, rather in sorrow
let me begg my bread and work in sorow to mayntayne my state
before [be falce] I falce my fayth vnto my lord)

[fernand]
my countenance shall
ouer ber that blame)

rossalin)
a wreched coller for a sinfull lyfe
wher honers vayll doth shadow lawles lust, my lord the fayth
of Iohn of Burdiox his servies in yor royall fathers wares
his wondes his blud in Cunteries quarill sheed deserve the
this requittall at yor handes that thus you seke to spoyle
his maried wif for sham forbear for yf you thus persever
the emperor shall know how much you wrong me

[Rossacler] [fferd]
willt thow be gon)

Rossalin)
pease siren temp me no more
vnles you will the world shall here yor shame

[[OMITTED]ossacler] [[OMITTED]rd]
and willt thow part thow part thow son of my delight
from wence the lower lightes of glorion derive ther bewtes
and do draw ther clere then in som [and] dark and [obs[OMITTED]]
obsquer cell of care wher melancolly dwells or sorow hauntes
I will go sigh my sacrefyce [of] to Love

Enter vandermast
vander
how now my lord what is this woman won I herd fayre
rossalin and you wer here that mad me heig me for to her what newes

[Rossacle] [ferd]
ha vandermast Daphnie was ner so [q] coye nor Romane
lucres haffe so chast in thoughtes plead I she hat excuses
for my sute so chast so honist and so resolut as that the
gall and pinch me to the harte

[OMITTED]nder
Why then yow ar no conning woer for wemen wilbe wone

[[OMITTED]acler] [[OMITTED]rd]
then all but she for do I proffer love she sweres it is not love
but lust, present I gould she scornes the ple of pelf
she scornes the plee of pelfe and Iewells why she

houldes
[scornes] them all as trash and but here husband
all vnfyt for her wer the greatest monarke of the world
thus she disdaynes and yet in her myslike, she harbores
mathlies chastiety and lov, that honer wills me not to work
her wrong, but spigh of honer and all royall thoughtes
Lov sayes I must and then by heaven I will, then task
the vander mast vnto thy bookes, help by thy arte
let magick be amenes to get me grace of Lovlie Rossaline
and I will mak the partener of my wellth

vander

ha ferdenand the mynd is such a thinge as is beyonnd the reach
of ani art she that is chast cannot be won with charmes

[Ross] [fferd]
then all my love is buried vp in losse

vand
not so my Lord welle have another plot, wher weallth
wines not a woman vnto love ther rather is a boundaunce
[in] or contempt, but let that damsell be opprest with wante
tuch her with ned and that will mak her shrincke
wer Rossalin deprived of her stat and poor as now she
over flowes with wealth, gert with destres she would be
sone reclamd, and glad for gould to yeld to anie love

[Ross] [ffer]
but how shall this be brought to pass

vand
why thus Ill rayes a sperit in som turkish shape
like to a messinger from Ameroth, and he shall bring
a letter from his Lord wher in ser Iohn of Burdiox
privat hand shalbe seet doune with livelie counterfet
how that for gould he will resigne the toune and all the
tresuer to the myghtie Turke when thus yor father is
in senced with iere; buzs in his eares suspision of the man
and leve not harping on that hatfull stringe, tell he
be dreven as excill from the land and wife and
Children turned out of doores, when thus she sees [her]
that fortune gines to froune then will she chaung her
thoughtes and smill in tyme

[Ross] [fferd]
but yf this will not do how then

vand
then thus my Lord when Lovlie in her bead the ladie lies
secur with in the harbore of her thoughtes, Ill bring her
in her night goune vnto yow, yf then yow win not
your worthie loss

Rossa
so plesing is the promies of thy spetch that I am easd
of halfe my deepe despayer, for provf I men to quit
thy traveles well thow shalt reseve theas Iewells rossalin
refused and Iaquies com this day and dine with me Exent


Enter perce and ij scollers
j scoller
Com hether perce tell ous how long hast thow served frier Bacon

perce
mari ever sence frier Bacon hath bin my master

ij scolle
and I prethe perce what hath he tought the

perce
marie he hath tought me thre princepalls and theas the be
inprimes that a good felowes purse is like a poot of alle
for everi man will hav a flurt at it tell it be empte

j scoller
whates the next)
[OMITTED]the second he that hath nether monie nor credite
[OMITTED]may make all the weke fasting dayes by atoritie

[OMITTED]sco[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]excelint perce whates the last

[OMITTED]erce
lastlie he that menes to Liv in this world must
hav his toung mad of a paynters apperne spotted
of all culleres he face brace cog ly and desemble
or elce yf he live never so honistlie he shall
di a starke begger)

ij scoll)
but tell me perce he
beinge so lerndd a man hath he tought the ani latten

perce
I marie has a and you shall here som, [yf yf]
nesuter vltra crepedam)

j scoller)
whates the meninge

perce
this yf a cobler prove a cunstable hav not yor showes
mendid of him that yeare)

scoler)
yor reson perce

[Perce]
marie yf not for yourking yor shoues well you should
hange the knav vpon his shoulders his offece would re
ward you with a payer of stockes for yor Labore

ij scolle
but perce hath he tought to distungush a noune
adgative from a none substantive

perce
I that he hath and this it is a noune agative is a
bariell of strong beere for yf it be epse he in beralle ter
or tittulid by the nam of hufcape it will mak a man
not able to stand by him selfe but throw him for a noune
adgetive quit vnder the table)

j scoller)
well sayd perce
now whates a nowne substantive)

perce)
ho my masters
war of a noun substantive ites a Dangerius poynt of
lerninge for I knew a wench in oxford dell so longe
with a noune substantive that fyrst she cried out of a
chopping boye and after was whipte vp and doun the

ii scoller
toune for Lecherie)

ij scoller)
but perce hath he tought
the no poynt of magick we ar so dri with talking
we know not what to do now yf thow coldst cunger
vs to bottell of alle hether we wold honor for ever

perce
why what dri slaves ar you I am sure I hav walkd
my Lether in my mouth as much as you and yet I am
not a dri com hether letes reson with yow in matter
of doctrien what is yor profession


[OMITTED]phelosophe and her is plato)

perce)
phelosophe and her
is plato this is plato, and what is yor profession

scoller
Lodgick and her is Arestotell)

perce)
lodgicke and
and her is [plato] Aristotell well here I put in plato and here
I but in haristotell now you would thinck straunge
to turne yor to bookes in to toe bottells of all now yf I be frier
Bacons or no Iudg you her is plato for you and here is
haristottell for you now drincke to me and Ill be
moderater in this controvercie, wel sayd plato ho
well don haristotell thow gost to the ground of the matter
nayles yor dri scollers in ded drincke of plato and haristotell
[OMITTED]ast

j scoller
gramercie good a thowsand tymes com prethe geve ous or boo[OMITTED]
or our is com we can not stay a nother tyme welle do as much f«o»

Perce
nay nay yor bookes are turned in to toe bottells of alle for as
it was a poynt of magicke to torne yor bookes in to to bottells
of all so it is a poynt of phelossophe you should pay for yor
all before you have yor bookes)

ij scol)
why pearce our bookes
cost ous a croune)

perce)
all the better for me for my
bottells cost me but thre pence now yf by magick you
can geett yor bookes agayne Ill say vandermast hath
Exent[OMITTED]
tought yow som what yf not fooles I found you and foull I lev ye[OMITTED]

[sound]
Enter emperor and his son frier Bacon Iohn of Burdox son yong rossaclere and vandermast
emperor
How likest me Bacon in my turkishe robes, how sittes this
diadem vpon my head how hanges my semeter what grace
the me adorne the my emperiall stat or no

Bacon
fredrick lookes lik the hawghty god of war when clad in
pompe of all his royalltie he showes the trionpes of his
thoughtes in heaven

emperor
now frolike frier I prethe tell me why great Ameroth

[Bacon]
did pries theas thinges so dere) for that the forging of that
diadem twas don by ottaman from whose desente
the turkiesh princes draw ther pettegre [as sacred from]
[the head of ottaman] the moniment of all ther royallties
dependid on the weringe of that croune as sacred from
the head of Ottaman

vander
[art can not do sogreat a thing my lorde]

emperor
ha Bacon had thy glass bin holl which thow didest breake
at Oxford in a splene I myght in that have clerlie sene
my wish for thow art mar of all siences

Bacon
my lord all though my glass be broke was Bacons connīge
tied with in a glass no ples it myghtie fredricke to se
the warlicke strattagems before revena walls I show
you in a dreme whates ther performd as livlie as yor selfe
[OMITTED]were present ther

emper
spoke like a man of arte do me that good but sought
how shall I fall in to a dreme having no mynd at all to slep«e»

Bacon
for that let me a lone onlie sit still whill vandermast
yor son and I attend yor grace) now morpheous raise
[here a Chime]
[the from thy sable deen shake of thy robes of love
take the to armes wash all thy wedes in ballfull acoran
to show the end of strattagems and blud and eiselon thow
thow mightie god of dremes great eiselon that fugerest
forth in sleap vesions and showes of myghtie stratagemes I [[illeg.]]
chardg the sho to sleping fredrick the tropes and Corranet«s»
of turkies horse show him the battayles of great Ameroth
and phobeter in thy war like frounes bring Iohn of Burdiox
and his soulders forth show him the Combat and the doutful
wictorie Ioyne you in on morphebus phobeter and
eisalon et fyet spectator omniam fredricke
[OMITTED]to bring in the showes as you knowe Exent Bacon


[sound a sennett]
[OMITTED]
bass velian why retirest thow

[OMITTED]e
what sayes your heignes

[OMITTED]peror
ha son my sperit was not here but a revenna
in the battall was my soull but wher is Bacon

[OMITTED]ander
he is gon my Lord

[Emperor]
ha vander mast as in my sleape I laye
I saw great Ameroth in royalltie
marching with mani thowsand Iannsaries
redie to geve assallt vnto the toune
but Iohn of Burdiox breking of ther sacke
ferfull to fyght with in a gardid wall, set op the gates
[turkes] and mad a sallie forth, and sett vpon the turkes
with such resoulve that at the fyrst the pagons fled
the feld, but with a squadern of aproved men the
Basshawes enter lind ther weried slaves and gave a
whotter chardg vpon ser Iohn so that the knight
was forced to retier for veri grefe to se Lord Burdiox
flye I star vp and waking from my dremes
crid out bass velan why retirest thowe

[Iohn holand wh a letter]
ferdenand
knew yor heignes but somuch as I youd say twer treson and not cowarice
that mad the traytor Burdiox to ritier

emperor
tak hed my son Ser Iohn was ever trew

ferdenan
then se my Lord the tenner of his hand

empero
and can such treson harbor in his brest hath Burdiox lived
theas mani winters trew and now prove face vnto his sofferan
who brought theas Letters ferdenand

fer
the son of Ameroth did send it me to show how falce we
Cristianes ar in fayth twas brought me by a warlike Iannsarie
for provf my Lord here is the man him selfe but littell
previe to what newes he brought

empe
Servio post the to Revena stright discharge ser Ioh of Burdiox
from the toune, and banish him for ever forth my Land
tak thow vnto thy selfe the toune in gard, and son command
som offeser that strayght [that] he sece vpon his howse and goodes
and turn fayre Rossalin and all her brates naked and pore from
forth ther native home, with this proviso that no one releve
this wofull Ladie in her depe extremes with bread or drinck
to quench ther therst go son see you despatch it presentlie
com hether Rossacler what thinckest thow of thy fathers trecherie

[OMITTED]ssacler
as fytes a son that I ame greatlie greved, to thincke my father
in his aged yeres should step a wri that florished in his youth

[OMITTED]mpe
what thinckest thow that I have exild him

[OMITTED]oss
as fytes a subiegt what my prince settes doune
to hould it as a princepall of Lawe

[OMITTED]mpero
what thinckest thow of thy mothers myserie

[OMITTED]oss
nature in that doth sting me at the Harte in that yor grace
for beedes relefe of foode but not such sucker as sharp sorrow yeldes

emperor
well hast thow Awnserd wittie rossacler like on that kepes
a hatch before the dor but sera Leve my coope I will not
tru[OMITTED] the son whose father hath bin tutch with trecherie
[florish]
what ould Iohn of Burdiox falce com vandermast well in
[OMITTED]thincke of this deper thoughtes Exen omnes


Enter perce with the scolleres
[perse]
com on perce we must be behouldinge to the once agayne we ar so

j scoller
honggerie whe know not what to do and whe have no monie not a crose

perce
why are yow scollers of hosborge and can you not geet meat with oute
mony why I am a shamd of yow ye shall not say but perce hath a head

ij scoller
like an aqua vite bottell ye shall se me furnish ye with meat and a figg for monie

[2. sc.]
how pearce I promies the whe know not)

perce)
why is ther anie alle howse
[so por that hath not a post and a pece of chalke or ani] all wif so vn
[skillfull in Arethmetick that can not fuger vp forte pence] be wise
[and Ill tech yow to] gett meat with out monie can not you com in to an allhowse
and seet yor cape a tone sid hufte tuftie and loke as bigg as though yow
had a mynt in yor pocket and say osties what meat hast thow for ous
hast thow ever a could capon a pastie of venesen or a ribe of roste beefe
thes wordes ties the good wif to a low curtesie, that she taking yow for
som Ientell men sayes and please yor worship, marke the phrayes, I am
not providid for yor worshipies diead, then must you say agayne fayth
osties all thowgh I could go to a pasti of venese, yet I hould it not
the part of a Ientellman to forsacke his ostes howse therfor seet
such meat as thow hast vpon the bord, at that word the ould wife platte[OMITTED]
trotteth the ambrie flies open the comes me forth marching in a wodden
hand in hand a brace of blake puddinges sutted in lether Ierkines
a broune loffe a hogges face a mess of musterd, and to make the show
mor excelent ij Read heringes clad in tawnie, as morning for the
the death of ould Iacke of Lente

j scoller
I marie perce but wen we have eaten this good how shall we do for
monie to pay fort)

perce)
how shall we do for moni to pay fort fayth
I thincke thy head was mad of an ould bagpipe that hath no wind
but what is blown in to it nor thow no wit in thy head but whate
must be put in to it why is ther ani all howse so pore that hath not
a post and a pece of chalke or anie all wife so vnskillful in
Arethmetick that can not fuger vp fortepence Ill tell the my frend
as mani wrighting ar the bewtie of a scriveners shope so manie
scores ar the glori of an allhowse)

ij scoller)
but how yf she will not
trust vs)

perce)
but how yf she will not trust ous now comes he in
sneking how and she will not trust ous bring me to a nalle howse
and let me a lone

(ij scoller)
mari perce and here one letes se yor conning

[Perce]
how who kepes howse here whates the dore shut and an alle howse[OMITTED]
wher be theas whores cargo com forth and let ous se yor Com[OMITTED]
was not this spoke as yf everi word rattelid from a satten dub[OMITTED]

Enter ould woman
oulld
whos ther what royster ar at my dore yer hartilie wellco[OMITTED]
Ientellmen what lack ye what would yow have

perce
marie mother here ar a crew of Ientellmen com to breakfast
what good meat hast thow for ous

ould
what meat wod you have Ientellmen

perce
what meat wod we have why thow ould mapellfast matrone
thow rates collerd ruffen lok in my face and se yf thow canst spie
ani basser cattes then a could capon a fat pigge or a pasti of ven[OMITTED]

ould
alass my son I had no such cher in my house this seven yer

perce
why what meat hast thow

ould
marie son I have a good fatt tripe or a black puddinge

[Perce]
a blacke pudding[es] o mother thow hast spoken treson to my stomacke
how darst thow nam a blacke pudding and hav not an aqua vite
bottell by thy sid why tis even as ell as yf a lover should clap his mrs
in the hand with a crakt aungell

ij scoll
I would we had it perce)

perce)
I so would I mari for a tripe
I thincke I could make shift with all)

ould)
mari ser and
you shall have a fatt on and a whight on of my one drissing

perce
of yor one drissing mother)

ould)
I of my one dressinge
com on my mr we shall have a fat tripe of my osties on drissing
swett and clean as it cam from the Buttchers Exente


Enter offesers and rossaline
[Rosalyn]
With what inIusties Crewell cuntremen exclud you me my husbandes
house, why seace you on my Iewells and my goodes as yf I wer
a traytaries to the statt)

offeser)
maddam I do but my commisōn
acording to the emperors Commaund who hath excild ser
Iohn of Burdiox for treson lat committed gaynst his grace
and by the lawe takes sesuer of his goodes and wher he myght
revenge him by his death he grauntes him life for servies he hath dune
but with exprece Commaund that nowon socor him in payne of deathe

[Rosalyn]
my husband falce ha vndeserved blame no Iermaynes he is trew
vnto yor ledgge the scares of manie woundes in mortall wares his
watchfull care his thoughtes for counttries weell proves him no traytor
but a noble man but Crewell envie whispring in or Cortes
detract from vertu by blasphemos tounges
small is the fayth that would betray his prince
wordes makes no treson but assured provfes but such the Custom
of this wicked world (when fortune smills frendes flack a bought
or gattes but now the fli and none will sucker ous, but thow
the god of right the king of truth I geve my self and thess my
babes to the)

offeser)
madam I can not socker in this yor want and so farwell

[[OMITTED]ssalin]
so worldlinges so farwell and leve a haplies mother to her ne[OMITTED]
and sile ones in cappable of Care though noblie born now mvst
we begg or bread, theas tender feett must tread the desart waye
wher car and grefe wher hat and hounger hauntes, but wo me
wretch my will infers yor woe and ferdenand thy Lust procures
or loss yet will I trivmph in my meseries respecting honer mor
then babs or life Ill work for yow my Cheldern er you want, Ill
begg for you my Cheldren er you begg Ill dei for you my
Children er you die com secke we out yor Banished fathers boure
[OMITTED]pore adgged lord vnworthie theas wantes, for Rossalin her husband
[OMITTED]excild for Rossalin you begg and suffer blame, yet Rossalin
[OMITTED]and will trivmph in her harmes content to begg before she suffer shame
[OMITTED]or yeld to furi of the Lustfull ferdenand Exent


Enter Iohn of Burdiox with soulders
[[OMITTED]ux]
«[OMITTED]e» Cristian Cheftaynes let not Curradg fayle
all though or foos be numberles in vew or quariells Iust and
god will straunthen ous)

souldier)
ha lord Ienerall or men ar
wasted sore)

bordiox
and what of that can we not Levie mor
let ous that live contem ther heugie ost and hould or one vntell
more sucker cam mene whiell I will inform his maiestie

[[OMITTED]Enter [OMITTED]rvio]
in what despayring stat the Cittie standes what news bringes servio
hevie newes ser Iohn themperore by letters from the Corte
Dischargeth the ser Iohn of Burdiox of all the honer that
to the belonges mor over as a traytor to the state he quit
exciles the out of Iermani therfor depart in hast

[Burdeux]
with Reverence I yeld my offece vp since myghtie fredrick commandes
me so but for my fayth disprove that who so dare
Disprove that who so dar my sword shall it aprove in spight of fooes
speake souldiers let my greatest foes accuse me, hav I bin proud
have I withhild yor paye, hav I conspierd yor damadge by dvice
yf none of theas why then surchardg with years
am I excild that never mad of fence

servio
Ser Iohn I know no ground of yor offence
but this I know that you ar banished hence
and now I may not suffer yow to staye therfor depart and yf you lov yor life

Iohn
o heavenes to you I lift my gultles handes
that knowes my treuth how well I have deserud
ha Rossalin my loving wif no mor shall I behould thy Cheldrns fac[OMITTED]
swet babs yor father banished from yor sight, is clene excild
from Ioy, souldiers farwell teres stopes my spech and tym shall tri my treuthe

Exe[OMITTED]
[ser]
tis pittie that so resolut a man, should be excild
with out a parint provf my hart doth melt to se his teres
a man so ould excild from nativfe soyle a Lord so heiglie Loved
so sone desgraced but mightie ar the plesurs of a King
which we with reverence mvst thinck vpon com souldiers let ous
to or watch or daungers calls ous hence we must departe Exente


Enter ferdnand and vandermast
[fferdy:]
wis rossalin but not so wise as fayre, fayr rossalin yet not so
fayre as wise [and] becas thy wisdom doth surpass thy fayre
my hart is Rawt in tramills of thy hayre thy hayrs ar goodlie
to in trape the hart, but proud thow art ye vertious provd
thow art wo wo to love that wrought so great a smart

[vandermt]
theas folish passion meightie ferdenand littell be semes the myghtie
monarkes hope, hath not provd fortun lent the winges to mount
beyonnd the reach of anie common man for fortune honer welth
or ani worldlie goodes

[ffer]
yet want I all in wanting Rossalin

[vander]
suffer discression to subdew thy will then wisdom will excill this folish love

[fferd]
you boke men tell ous talls of sufferance, but being stunge
who mor impatient but vandermast yf thow contrive no more
to cure my harmes farwell a figg for arte

[vandermt]
nay stay my gratious Lord even now my promis past shalbe
performd and Rossalin whos rigore wronged yor hart
shall by my arte inforced be to love

[ffer]
a vandermast thow flower of Iermani, famos for cunning
favor me so much to gett me grace of Lovlie Rossalin
and I will make the partener of my welth I will what will I [OMITTED]

[vand]
tut tut my Lord your othes ar Lovers othes to sone forgott
I «t[OMITTED]»ak no promes to one othe you swere but sett you doune
and whill yow feed on splene Ill send you hether sone yor faires quene
[Chime]
Asteroth assende)

Astro)
quid me vis)

van̄)
fech me the
wife of Iohn of Burdox clad in her night goune vnto ferdenand
hast the sence I emperiouslie commaund

[Enter Bacon]
[Bacon]
the ayre is blent som sperit is a broud my chime fore tells
som daunger to my frendes Astrow quo peties)

Astro)
tremo
quid moraris great vandermast hath raysd me from the
and excorcising with a strict commaund to fetch the wif
of Iohn of Burdiox clad in her nightgoune unto fredricke
and I must hast to fullfill his will

Bacon
stay Astrow stay vnCevell scoller that abusest art and
turnest thy skill to pre Ieduis the Iust, was magicke
therfor ment to mayntayne wronge, to force
Chast Ladies yeld to folish lust, ha vandermast
thow crakst a scoller fane but I will crose the
to thy on disgrace Astrough wilt thow do what
I command the)

Astro)
I dar not)

Bacō)
stay trembling
lacke to my stratch out waund or I will tei thy
for a thowsand years wher [belce] Lucefer nor all
the devells in hell shall once resece the from my magicke spells
shall it be sayd at oxford in the scoles that
Bacon was disgrast by vandermast willt thou do
what I command the do)

Astrou)
what so ever

Bacon
com on thy wayes Ill tell the what to do
Exent

ferde
ha vandermast what meneth theas delayes

[vand:]
be not impatient myghty prince the night is Long
Booties hath not pitchd her Laboring waine
[[OMITTED]nter John holland]
betuwne aquarious armes
but se yor [se yor] bright Lusina how she shines

[OMITTED]erd
I now me semes I clime the sacred spher of paphian
quine, and trembling bow my knes befor the Commander
of my hart ha be not coy for I am quit consumd
let me imbrace the bewtious as thow art

[OMITTED]wife
theas ar immodist gretinges noble Lord
I wayght my cortship from another man

vand
tut pretie one you over shot yor selfe knew you the
plesuers of a princes love you wold not thus
despies younge ferdenand is he not young and
son vnto an emperor and what wold wemen mor
then young and rich

wife
yor sience vandermast and lerned skill
is able to subdw a womans will

[OMITTED]edric
will thou my der consente and yeld me grace

wife
I can not chuse such Lerned clarkes as theas
mvst be obayde

vand
she shall not chuse I play the prest Ill geve her the

fredrick
a plesing gift [that] then take the vall from of
her face that I may se the brightnes of her face

[OMITTED]nd
zones my Lord it is my wif [my wi]

[[OMITTED]erdynand]
why folish scoller hast thow lost thy nies tis rosaline

[vand]
ha no my lord it is my wife minion what make
you here ar yow so kind and Lavish of yor Love

[wife]
ha vandermast I was thy subtill art for in
sleap by magecall Device

[vand]
but not compeld to sell yor onisty

[wife]
Did not you counsell for to consent
wemen must be obedint to ther Lord

[vand]
hence calit strumpet hei the to thy house

[ff[OMITTED]]
nay stay her Vandermast you have surrendred
yor estat to me and I will hould my on in spight of art

vander
Cursed and craftie Bacon thow art he whos magickes spells
hath over reched me, the damned furies waght vpon thy trayne
may hell it selfe be harbor for thy gost that darst abuse
the Iarman vandermast but velan tohow shallt sone abye

ferden
this guilt for by thy death I will revenge this shame

[ffer]
empatient scoller reast Content hould tak thy wif and pri the
on thy bokes, thow wantest art I se to cure my harmes in sorowe
thus must ferdenaund conshume dispised of her that is his
lives contente)

vander̄)
hence minion heigh you to yor hom

wife
beshrew his craft that brought me to this scorne

vand
a plage on hem that thretens me the horne but Bacon thow
art the man that hath conspird this Cursed stratagem
com let ous a way lest day discover ous vnto or shame Exent


Enter Bacon and the scoller
scoller
say Inglish Docter ar theas opinions trew, [or] may this yor magicke
doctrine stand with art or doth a pover beyonnd all human sence
govern the order of yor Actions

Bacon
my son hast thow pervsed Arrestotell and markt with Iudgment
everie line he wrightes)

scoller)
acording to my pouer I have
aproved to shun heronious sensuer of his boke

Bacon
her in I like thy mynd and humble bent for who so wanders in
phelosophe must read and thinck and thincking read agayne
for more the soyll is tild the better frute and more a man doth
studdie more his skill [here me my son the] entraunce in to art
as oft the stragerit with cunning showes is like the ayer vnto
the [subtill] Carlies eie whos subtill essence flotes and flies away
but when the eie trannsfers vnto the hart the straung Idea
of so rare a being then gines the mynd to work of thinges
devine it tremling workes vpon the movers myght who seinge
nature perfeted by art the bonus Ienivs myghtie in his pouer
letes lose the Raynes of reson to conseve thinges past belefe
here of coniecturd is that poeates wrighte Sapience dominabeter
astri[e]s)

scoller
my mynd is heved beyonnd the commane reatch
and now in shadose I be hould no more but se in substaunce
what trew wisdom is)

Bacon
how far thow art young man from Iudgment
yet or sight of thinges acording as the ought Ill lerne the straight [OMITTED]
wher art thow now)

scoller)
a myll from hosborg wandering
in the wodes)

Bacon)
low how thow art tranncported from thy se[OMITTED]
se here the Ruine of Revena walls thre hundred leages from [OMITTED]
hosborge playnes and mor se her the wodes wher as great Amewr[OMITTED]
imbattayld gaynst the emperours hapliese pouer sit doune my sone [OMITTED]
and silint thow shalt here such playntes as well may perce a pittious ea[OMITTED]

Enter Iohn of Burdiox in por appariell
Iohn
Cruell acurst and blindfould [g] Quene of chaunce when shall thi[OMITTED]
when shall this sworce of sorowe have a nend o when shall death
close vp my droping eies that I may date my carse and greves
at once yet ere I die would god with in my narmes
yet er I dei would god with in my narmes my Loving wife and Children
wer imbrst and that my prince in breathing of my Last myght
know my treuth how well I have deserved ha wishes you are
vaine and hopes ar vaine and nothing sertayne but my meserie

scoller
this sight presentes remorce and ruthfull grefe

Bacon
nought vnder son my son but suffers g scathe be silint
and note what here of in swes)

her the musicke enters
Iohn
pour Iohn what pittious pouer releveth the, in bouell
of plentie see how thow [h] arte feed, with notes of musicke
of sweet enstrewmentes as Charming me to yeld vnto reIoyce
you frendlie faunes and Satters sitt you doune
that I may sigh to yow my sorowes out) here the playe)


nimph
aries ser Iohn and be of merie chere eat of theas cattes
that we hav brought to the and thannck ould Bacon for his Curtesie

Ioh
nimph I will ries and Bacons benifetes shall still remayne
in Burdiox thannckfull mynd ha men of art to you belonges
the prayes that vertue [waites] guides and pittie waightes vpon
ha blessed Doctere borne in Inglish soyle yf that my playntes
may perce thy reverent eares remember rossalin my Loving
wife forgett not Docter my destressed babes) here the playe


Iohn
now hongers force is over tipte in me my senewes warmd
and I ame armd to walke far well you frendlie Cittisens
of wod and thannck ould Bacon that hath dun me good Exen players


Bacon
how sittes my scoller musing in a dump

[OMITTED]oler
to se those wonderus sightes I hav behild

Bacon
why know you not the man that was destrest

[OMITTED]ll
no but I thought him Iohn of Burdiox

Bacon
the veri same whose daunger I fore sawe by speculation
and by magick art I brought theas sattier here to comfort him
and lowe the tyme shall com that he shall florish that is now in thravle

scoller
straung ar thy workinges myghtie man of art but how
shall we recover hosburg ser

Bacon
I lert thy mar van der mast once to trot it on a corser
of my on and for his sacke Ill fytt the with a stead that like
a wherlwind shall convay the hence the when thow art
returnd to hosburg say that thow hast rid X Iurnies in on daye Exent


Enter perce and the scollers
[OMITTED]erce
com on you mad slaves hath not perce fitted you with
vittells and payd no mony)

scoller)
I but perce [OMITTED]sties
is coming after ous and hath brought the Cunstable what
shall we do)

perce)
pha fer not let am com I am provided
let me alone)

ij scol)
perce she Bringes a spit with hire

[OMITTED]erce
that showes we shall have rost meat to supper though
[[OMITTED]nte old wā]
we had nothing but sodden meat to dinner let her com

[OMITTED]uld
wher ar theas knaves wher ar theas rascalls ar you her
ha thow ill fast knave canst thow find in thy hart to eate
my bread and my bere my puddinges and my souse and go thy
wayes and not pay for them

perce
thow ould trot did I eat anie of thy puddinges

ould
tripes thow didst Knave)

perce)
say puddinge hore)

ould)
I say trips kna[OMITTED]

perce
say puddinge hore and thow darst)

ould)
I say tripes and pay me
my mony or ille hav the fast by the heles com hether good man
nickit master Cunstable com away)

perce)
hould thy toung thow
ould foll I knew thow wert fat a bought the harte and I did it but
here the go into the crkell
to brethe the Com on reseve thy mony)

ould)
marie with all my harte
the scollers of Bacon have be her with out ani monie the made
good chere and a bought she goes and a bought she goes

Enter cunstable
how now my mr ar you the that run away with Iones house and
will not pay yor reconing)

perce)
who we mr cunstable no
fayth ser we ar no such men we hav payd her and loke wher she is
daunsing for Ioye)

constabl)
tis well dune now neighbor Ione
the scollers of Bacon have bin her with out anie monie the ma &c

Enter the neigbor
neigbor
what how neibor som drinck you ould quene my wif is sicke and [OMITTED]
I can get non)

perce)
and we have bin here this halfe oure and
she will not leve daunsinge pray se and you can make her leve

negbo
com a waye you ould foole the scollers of Bacon have bin here

Enter the wife
wif
Did you se my husband onest men I sent him to the all howse for som
drincke and he coms no mor)

perce)
is that yor husband whe hes[OMITTED]
so far in love with the ould wif he has no mynd of you

wif
cokes bodie you knave ar you a daunsing com away or Ill set
my ten commaundm̄ in yor face the scollers of Bacon hath bin he[OMITTED]

Exen perce Enter vandermast
vander
wat mak all theas dauncing hear Ill vndo this Charme

[[OMITTED]mother]
out a lacke wher hav I bin)

vander)
why how now mother
how came you to daunce in this surkell)

ould)
mari ser her was
perce frier Bacones mane and he hath dun this dead

vand
well com mother welbe revengd vpon him Exen omenes


Enter yonge Rossaclere in beggour atier
[Rossacler]
stolne from the Corte in this disguised araye to help thy mothe[OMITTED]
in here depe destrese the king Commandes her no relefe of foode [OMITTED]
yet beggers bouldlie may do beggers good

Enter Rossalin with her childre[OMITTED]
Rossalin
thowgh noblie borne com children lerne to beagge wep when you crave [OMITTED]
my boyes yor case is good., bread must be had though it be bought with teare[OMITTED]
and though you begg it is in my behalfe to gard my honer littell ones you b«eg»
di we in want yet honerd shall we die who geves on peni to theas penncive[OMITTED]
on peni to releve a matrons want, ha chearity thow now art wayed [OMITTED]
will none geve eare com Children walk a longe on penie mrfor to by[OMITTED]
one penie mar for my babes and me ha vertu thow ar scornd in misery

Rossacler
ye vertu thow art scornd in myserie, woman why wepe [th] you [OMITTED]
strive not with fayte wep not for want for it is wertues fowe [OMITTED]
though I am pore yet heale I by content

Rossalin
my frend or fortunes ar not both a like I wep for more then for theas I wepe
I begge for more then on for theas I begg yet no man pittieth ether j penie mr

Rossacle
yes mr s I both pittie them and you I wepe for all and I will begg for all
then rest content yf you excep my feast, sit doune and tast a begers homlie cattes
wen theas ar gon the heavens will send ous more

Rossalin
pittie hath fled the rich and dwelles with pore

Rossacler
how lik you of or homlie dellicattes

Rossalin
honger hath tought me and my Children both to feast it with meanest as the best

[OMITTED]acler
the tyme hath then affordid better fayer

[OMITTED]ssalin
I counte not what we wear but what we are

[OMITTED]ssacler
wher wer you borne what was yor husbandes name

[OMITTED]ssalin
ther pawes good sere I dare not tell the same

[OMITTED]ossacler
hath then yor folies so prevaild of latt
as that you fere to publish yor estate

[OMITTED]ossalin
no but or frendes and fortunes ar so crose
that I do greve forto disclose my loss
yet since thy Curtesi commaundes me speake
Ill tell the all and who my husband was
Ser Iohn of Burdiox was my weddid lord
theas ar his babes and I his haples wife, alass why wep you ser

Rossacler
to here the tall you tell for why my mothers son should love you well
prosed good woman let me hear the rest

Rossalin
he by themperor banished I begg for want, alass why sigh yow so
it is enough for me to greve my woe

Rossacler
mr s when I yor shape and comlie face do vew
I for my mother wepe she was so like to you
[[OMITTED]nter fferd]
but for yor children I hould them so dear that I must kes them for the tuch me nere
but harke my theinckes som Ientell is hard at hand
I leve you mr s vnto yor almes and walke awaye
and what I gett Ill bring yow everi daye

[OMITTED]ossalin
the heavens requit thy Curtesie my frend boyes tak vp the
remnaunt of or food when this is gon the heavens will send ous more

[OMITTED]denand
now is the tyme that vandermast foretould whe penuri should
pinch my Lovlie foe se wher she sittes Ill tri yf in her woe
love hath the poure to tempt her marble harte

[OMITTED]sa
hast ye my Children nead mvst mak ous hei
I se a Ientellman is passinge by better for me to begg
a modiest wif then bere the scandall of ememodist life
one peny mr, to help a ladie in destres, with theas her childrn comforles
one peny mr I beg not as som beggers would
to heap vp stor yf that I could, but as a onest matron should
on penie mr to sucker those that live in want, or myndes ar good
or goodes ar scante one peni mr

[OMITTED]
though ned asayles my love and hevenlie saynt
the graces sittes vpon her Lovlie brow
apoynting her to kep the onlie power
which nature left to dec her selfe with all

[OMITTED]in
one peny mr we wer not borne to begg or bread
thowgh now we bow and bend to nead, good stand me
now in stead and help me Ientell mr

[OMITTED]d
why say knowest thow not me fayr Rossalin my love

[OMITTED]ossalin
my tyme and car hath mad me quit forgeet you
[OMITTED]why Ientell nimph I was thy frend that sough thy Love
with lucles spead, now graunt me love and I will end
thy hevie harmes and help at nead

Rossalin
what is it you I gav you yor aunswer long befor and yet
in sute are yow so sore, all though I begg from dor to dore
Ill never ask you penie mor and so farwell good mr E[OMITTED]


ferden
what then shall hatte procure my further harmes
and bynd me captive to a womans lookes exchaung thy former love
to deadle hat and sence she seckes to robe me of my lyfe
nothing shall quinch my nier but cruell death Exent

Enter emperor and servio
ha servio wether the grefe of this vnhappie newes or straung desease
by som infectious ayre hath crept in to my bones I can not tell
but I am passinge ill, but say servio was not the toune strongle
mand or wert thow ferfull and dispayrd of helpe so good my
lord how fell the mattere out

Servio
After ser Iohn of Burdiox was excild the turkes impatient of
a long delay to se so small a toune hould out his force the drewe
ther trops mor nerer to the walls, ther had you sene how bould
the Basshawes wer, how hardelie the Iannisaries fought how
royally great Ameroth him selfe, performd the yor heignes would
have sayd that phileps son, armd with argentin had bin com
to make a second sacke to babelon, I will not say what servies
I did ther let others tell the actes that I performed but sur the
Iermaynes stode vpon the walls as hardie as the men of Illion
that gardid troy from furie of the grekes, but fortune or
declining fatt of ware favord the part of myghtie Ameroth
fround so vpon ous that we all wer foyld the Cittie sactte
and I tan presoner with them that scapte the furi of the sworde

emp
but what did Ameroth then

Ser
thincking I had bin Iohn of Burdiox he graced me witth
a royall entertayne, but when he knew that I was servio
and that yor maiestie had banest him he fecth a sigh and swore a
solom oth yor heignes had disparagd all this thought in reving
him of such a martiall fooe, how brav a man quoth he was
warlik Iohn how hardie and how resolut in fyght how full of
honer in his bassest deades, thy emperore vnkind [hath he] and
to ingrate to banish such a noble man as he therfor to venge ould
Iohn of Burdiox wrong Ill sacrefies Revena vp in smoke
with that he set the Cittie strayght on fyer and I returned
dishonered to yor grce

empe
twas not for nought that myghty Amewroth favord the traytor
Burdiox with such prayes)

servio)
onlie for honer of a martiall mynd

em
then let him backe to turkie to the king and spend his
Enter fferd
lyfe with Amewroth in Corte, but here com my son what
newes with the thow lokest so sad

[Enter ferdinand & vandermast]
ferd
how can the son but greve his fathers ill

em
hast thow my sone som secretes to imparte

ferd
plese it yor grace to absent servio I hav a matter of som wait to t[OMITTED]

emp
servio depart)

ferdenand)
weried with grefe to se yor heignes seck[OMITTED]
having my face desstressed all with tears I went to vanderm[OMITTED]
that he by art myght serch in to the case of yor destrese
«and th»er I fynd infaliable seet doune how Bacon that inivrius [OMITTED]
Inglish man conspiers with rossalin to seck yor death by witchcr[OMITTED]
and by ballfull sosserie

vand
I hop yor grace houldes this Consayght of me that my alegence
to yor maiest to be mor derer then my proper lyfe
then know my lord I serchd the deapth of arte to pri in to the [OMITTED]
cas of yor destres and ther I fynd by Astoromycall aspectes
that Bacon doth conspier with rossaline releving her despight
of yor Command

emp
Iaquies yf this be trew I will advance thy head aboue the
nobles of my Land Bacon vnkind for such great entertayne
wert thow as wellcom vnto fredrick as myght a s[OMITTED]er be
vnto a prince and in requitall of my royall gree
seckest thow the ballfull over throw of me favor farwell
and wellcom diere revenge that shall sitt sternlie
harbored in my hart and I my selfe to whet my mynd
to wroth will stand wher vander shall thinck it beast
and yf I se the Churle confer with her or anie waye
releve her pore estate both he and she shall suffer
such a death as fredrick in anie wayes devies

vand
and yf I bring not fredrick to se the close intent of
ther consperati excalt proud Bacan nex they selfe in gree
and let me tast the otmost of the Lawe

emp̄
on that the quiet of my thoughtes do rest let no delay
prevent what we intend Bacon is wilie and I
long to se the full entent of ther conspiracie Exent


Enter Bacon Rosaline
Bacon
Ladie be patien in yowr meseries the hand of god is hevie
for a tyme to tri yor sufference in affliction, but when
he sees you humbled to his mynd this bitter stormes will
have a quiet calme and he will temper fortunes teranie
and manifest yor wertues to the woreld

Rossalin
ah frendlie man my sorowes doth exced passing in
number ganges goulden sandes I am dfamed yet never never mad offence

Bacon
tis princle Rossalin to byd reprotch with out
desarte)

rossali)
my frendes forsack me quit

Bacon
but riteous god will never fayle the Iust

Ross
my cheldren wante

Bacon
fere not that god wich feedes the berdes will yeld refresshing
for thy babes and the)

Ross̄
my husband is excild with out offence

Bacon
the happier he who suffers in this world a wrongfull
cros shall haue reward in heaven

[OMITTED]oss
my fooes ar myghtie

Bacon
I but thy god more strong relie on him he will not leve

Rossa
grave ar thy Counsells worthie man of arte [OMITTED] the longe
thy scence wonderfull passing worldlie reach
by magickes spells thow canst command the cloudes
invert the stares Coniver the flaming fyer
how small a favor then may Bacon show it vnto me
a myghtie benefyt yf I may but in shadow once behould
my husband Iohn of Burdiox how he fayeres
good Docter plesur me and let me se him

[OMITTED]acon
yf rossalin will vow forberance lest she touch

[OMITTED]te
him when he comes Ill graunt her her request
what Bacon bedes me Do I will performe

[Emperor [OMITTED]andermast — and [ffred] fferdynand]
[OMITTED]acon
then bend thy nei vnto the western tracke
and tell me whom thow seest

Rossalin
an aged man porlie atiered in robes of penurie
stern ar his lokes so lokt my husband earst
his doune whight lokes like to the Caster swanes
his cristall teares like perlid dropes of dewe

[OMITTED]
knowest thow him not with more Iudissiall eie behould
the man)

rossa)
alass it is my husband how chaungd he is
how pore his lokes how pall his face ha what remoted
[OMITTED]ie hath bereft my louing lord from ruthfull Rossalin
who hath detaynd the essence of my soul [OMITTED]
thei dent
the teres asalte his chekes like winter dropes vpon
a marble stone let ows imbrace [OMITTED] and let ous talke
a whill ah fli me not ah whether dost flie
behould thy Infantes yf thow best a gost ah he is [god] gon
his faynting speright is fled ah bring me to my
husband wher he liees

[here they wright in their Tables]
emp
Discover souldiers hould the frier fast Ill shave
his croune so nere for this his did that he shall curse
his barber wilst he Lives o minion hav I gotten you
you seck my death by spells and maigeckes force
but burning faggeetes shall inchaunt yor limes

B
fredricke what do yow men to enigur me and
wrong this wreched Ladie in her woes

empe
cativfe I se that wanton minckes and the by invacatio[OMITTED]
draw the sperghtes from hell the licquid moystur
of your flowring tree to work my death and rede
me of my lyfe but heavens have lent prevention Cursed

Rossalin
thow god bere witnes of my ennosencie [OMITTED] wretch[OMITTED]

Bacon
tut trust in him and feare not all ther threat what farther
wrong intenteth fredricke

fredrick
no wrong but right to prison with them strayght and yf within
a mounth no one a peare to patronies ther inosence and trewth
gaynst ferdenand my warlike son the both shall die

Bacon
well fredrick you soppos[eth] but god supposseth all in him we tr[OMITTED]

ferde
but yf my arm and sword fayl not ther force you both
shall byd rigor of the lawe

vand
Trouth sera stope thy crimes hath overgon thy state

Bacon
sera be still or the hacnie that you latt bestrid shall [OMITTED]
you to a worser osterie vnles yow hould yor prate

emper
go vandermast tri all thy otmost skill antissipat his charm[OMITTED]
with thy forsight)

vander)
Dout not my cuning myghtie[OMITTED]
emperor sera remember how you wrongd my wif
Ill teach yow how to Iest with Iarmayne vandermast

Bacon
pre the be [sagde] sadg [I] it often comes to pass that he [OMITTED]
which most presumes will prove a nasse Exente omne[OMITTED]

[Enter the Iailor and Perce]
Enter the seane of the whiper
Enter ij sheapherd Correbus and Damon
tell me Corebus tell me Ientell swayne
[Enter [OMITTED] of Borde[OMITTED]]
what hath befallne vnto thy flockes of latte
[OMITTED]y dropest thow thus or wher for art thow s[OMITTED]
wher ar thy meri songes thy rundelayes
which on thy pipe thow wonted wert to playe
I fer I fear som fayre fast geerle hath cought
they tender hart and the regardeth nought

Damod
beleve me but thow gessest all a wry
no love hath w[o]rought in me this hevines
and to resoulve the lend thy listening eare
I will vnfould to the my cas of care
as lat vnto the Cittie I did go
to buy such nedfull thinges as I did wante
[OMITTED]d vp and doune the toune
th«[OMITTED]t» Rossalin a chast and vertious Dame
wif to Ser Iohn of Burdiox that brav knight
som say for treson is condemd to die
and with her Inglish Bacon worthi man of arte
vnles with in one munth the Chance to fynd
a champian forth that will defend the case
that wo is me for that good ladies sacke
to thincke her vertious case thers non doth vndertake

Damō
peace peace Correbus hould and say no more
tis wisdom still to kep a hatch befor the dore
let those thinges rest and let ous tend or shepe
him counpt I wise that well his tung can kepe

Corebus
that wate I well and ther with all I know
that good men offten greve at good mens woe Exent


her Iohn of Burdiox speakes his specth
[My Rosaline condemnd for Burdeaux cause]
[proud] [yong] fferdinand the fo vnto her life]
[Courage assume vnto thee, triple force]
[And in the justice of her innocence]
[attempt to free her from deaths violence]
[But Iohn thou art an exile, and descride]
[the law layes hold on thee releeues not her:]
[But a disguise shall maske me from their hate]
[to free my Rosaline Ile tempt my fate]
[But Burdeaux thou art poore, and pouertie]
[can get no cloake, no couert, no disguise]
[great harts in want may purpose not effect]

Enter Rossacler solus
werid with grefe and over worne with care
to thinck vpon the wronges I do sustayne
haplies in berth modell of messerie
to hom shall I mak knowen my greffull smart
my father baneshed from his nativfe home
my mother wrongfully condemd to die
and I ther son disgraced and forlorne
but Coward boy to armes put armor on
and sheld thy mother from aproching death
all though the fooe be myghty yet thy quariles good
then for her sacke venture thy derest blud
but stay what adged man lies hear
wetting his reverent chekes with [grefes trew teres] trew grefes teres
hould adged man take this supplie from me
I hope thy prayers in furi of the fyght
will do me good to gayne my mother righte Exent


her Iohn of Burdaox speckes
[Enter Bacon]
Enter Bacon
The tyme is com and Bacon must be gone to morow in Iudgment
sittes great fredricke to dome the sensur of a haples Dame
and thinckes to quit him of the Inglish frier, but I will show the
trayter Vandermast nor can his charmes kep me with in
the Iayle nor fredrick detayne me heare in chaynes
Ioren nor stell nor walls of stiffest brass prevailes
agaynst my myghtie excorsismes a Cursed chaynes
and Iornes now fall of? what hanng you on rent of
I say and fall) why how now Bacon wher is all
thy art wher is the myghtines of thy Commaund
lord of the north emperiall sperites of hell
[Thunder lyghtnyng]
Rent vp the bowells of the yearth I saye apere

Enter Astrowgh and Rabsacke
Quid petes Bacon

Bacon
Quid petes why stubbern hellhoundes whates the case
this rusti Iorne hanges vpon my narme
why shakes not of theas Chaynes when as I charme
heaven yearth and hell why quakes not all yor poures

Astrow
no Bacon no it goes not with the as twas wont
the hellish sperrites ar no mor at thy commaund
thy tyme prefickst thy pour hath a nend
and thow art ours both bodie and soull ho ho ho

Bacon
away presuming speright away thow hast no
pouer over a Cristian fayth willt thow do what
I commaund the do)

devell)
no Bacon no

Bacon
no Seleno frater hecatis vnbrarum pater
et trux erinis nube tenarivm nemvs
flintisqui frodis horida mici teges it nox Cleno
qui flctis manv negra et retortes luna pernox
cornibus ha desta)

astro)
stay Bacon I will do
what so ever thou commandst me do

Bacon
then hei the hence as swift as thought can fli
and fech me hether Iaquies vandermast
yf anie other devell make resist say Bacon chargd
the with a nanggree froune to bring the drunken
Iermayne all in post Rabsacke go thow in to the
north seet op the Brass windoss of the windes
bring me a hiddious storme vpon the yearth
[Enter Iohn holland]
year quakes and land and surges on the se
that Bacons wrath be terable to all

Enter vander[OMITTED]
vand
whether am I brought

Baco
to me and wellcom I Iaquies to the frolike frier
I must to francford man to se the scoles
I can no waigh on fredricke to day you shalbe
here and Aunswer my escape go Astrow bynd
him in that chayne and let the proudest Devll
in hell that dare let lose the drunken Iermayne
yf he can now sera yf you be vandermast
so famed for magick and for excorsismes here let lose
yor selfe no willt not be way with him I saye
now Bacon play thy reakes seet op the prison dors
and let the prisoners forth but fyrst I will
have out pearce my man hou pearce

perce
for the lord sacke good Ientell man one penie amonst
four scor and ten pore men never wer trew nor never wilbe

Bacon
why perc I say thy mr Bakon call for the com hether

[Perce]
my mr bacon a way you falce knaue my mr Bacon
hes in the to penie ward selling ould eIorne by the pound
good Ientellman bestow yor reward a ribe of rost
beefe or a vennesen pastie good Ientell good Ientellman

Bacon
why perce com forth and se who I am

[Perce]
that I will wat mar I am glad to se yor worshipe
at libertie efayth we hav drunck to yor health
forty tymes in a cup of Renish

Bacon
what wine)

perc)
no water ho lord mr ha not
I profetted greatlie in the beggers trad the thinnck
yf I scape hangging that I shalb warden of the
Companie and common crier for the beggers bokes
for lokee ser ther can not a Ientellman com by
vpon a praunsing hors but I com to him verie
mildlie for the lordes sacke good Ientellman besto[OMITTED]
yor reward vpon four scor pore prisoners then
yf a be a hard harted man and will gev me no thinge
then I com apon him with open mouth and rattell
my cheaynes for the lordes sacke his horse heres me
kep such a quill throwes his mr doune and breakes
his n[OMITTED]k a wer better geve me a shilling

Bacon
I promies the perce this is excelent but dust make
a count to be hanngged tomorow

[OMITTED]erce
o Lord I ser I hav drunck with the hangman
all redie and he tells me hell tech me such a tricke
I ned never care for my living ani more

[OMITTED]acon
com com perce shak of thy chaynes and go with me

[OMITTED]ce
o brave wat an excelint word is that shake of
thy chaynes mar let me ad som what to it to make
the sentence more full no more but this shake of yor
Chaynes and a figg for the hangman o mr what a word
wer this at the Iayll in a sies tyme it wer the sauing
of fortie mens Lives)

Bacon)
well go yor wayes and bed
all the prisoners shacke of ther chaynes and a fige for
the hang man)

perc)
and shall the fall all of)

baco)
I mary

perce
ho brave wher ar you ye velines and theves shake
of yor chaynes and a figg for the hang[OMITTED]

Enter all the presoners
perce
now mr hells broke lose hers such a crew as yo never se

Bacon
how now my frendes ar all you presoners

perce
no ser the ar all theves this a Cutpurs and this a hors
steler the rest ar nimers and such like

Bacon
well well I can not stand to questien all yor faltes
but my frendes harken to a frier, secke not by theft
to rob yor neibors goodes for duble death insueth
of such deades begon my frendes yf anie man
excammin ye say say Inglish Bacon let you all goe free

Perce
run theves and outrun the gallouss or elce be hangd

Bacon
and com you and folow me or stay and be hangd)

perc)
I go I go

sound
Enter emperor with his lordes [ross]
emperor
bring forth the chanpian call the prisoners out

ferde
in right of Iusties myghttie emperor
behould yor son prepard to enter listes agaynst
all Arbetteres of of the Inglish frier
and proud conspirateres of rossaline

emper
acording both thy honer and thy berth
thy forward curradg is equivolent
trumpetes despatch and soune the fatall chargg

trumpetes
rossalin prepayer for thow shall die
wher is Bacon lordes wher is the frier

lord
my lord this night the myghtie man of arte
Bacon the frier hath by his maiegtes speells
broken the prison and let the captives forth
all but this carfull rossalin whom in here
chamber we found all wobegone with grefe

emperor
now se I well and seing I perseve the case
of all those boystorus stormes that did afflict
or toures this latter night trumpetes
sound out the second chardge,

The trumptes sound Enter Iohn of Burdiox at on dor and rossaclere at the tother
emperor
what secke you knightes

Rossa[lin][cler]
I secke in Combat to defend the enosence of rossalin

Burdiox
and I to gard her honers with my blude

ferd
tut turn them lose I fer them not
the oneis over ould to tose the launce
the other is to young in feates of armes
both ar to bass and obiegt for my sword

rossa[OMITTED]na
thow to bass yf bassness do consist
in wronging of the gultlies enosent) a larum

Enter Bacon
Bacon
stay ferdenaund a stowtter Champian coms
the Inglish frier comes to reveng the wronges
proferd to him and bewtious Rossalin
Bacon dare martch before proud fredricke
[OMITTED]nd in his hall aprove his son doth lie
[sennett]
Deni the frier the stoughtest grome that dare
[Sound [a tuckett]]
nay lok not so but marke what intend
Enter the show of Lucres
as would thy son so tarquine did in rome
Abuse Cast lucres with vnlafull lust
but heavenes that hates conspeiring trecherie
revengd her death by martiall Collatine
who banished tarquine forom the royall croune
and all his kinsfolkes as exciells from rome
as she so is fayer Rossalin acused
gultless of all thy sonn hath wrongd her in

fer
but [he] whers the Champion
which the heavens have sent
to proue me falce and tri her enosent

Bacon
why I am he Bacon wilbe the man
to [h] lay reveng on the and traytorius vandermast
Astrow fech vandermast with spead
and from this tyme I strik him mad
and whilst he lives this spiret shall wait on him

vander
a Docter a dunce tell me &c' of all good felowes
geve me perce frier Bacons mann
he and I and we to with a sitthern
a bandor to trnchers and a quart pot
will go play Rossalin out of prison

[OMITTED]con
blush ferdenaund and tremble at the sigh
of my reveng, se how the partener of
thy practies is plaged with feweris
how his conshince stinges
gerasles repent and thow shallt
yet find grace

van
grace I grace is a pretie wench I know her well
com hether phelossopher whates hell
tell me how manie drope of blud ther
is in the sea or thow diest non place tibe domene
ther is no gracre grace for me com awea to hell

ferde
bass negromanser thow hast by thy spelles
and excersising charmes in chaunted him
inchaunted vandermast to be thus mad
but vse yor art and do yor worst to to me
great eanperor I clame the law of armes
yf no one com to patranage her casae
then let her die

Burdi
com boy to blowes this strivfe shall sone have end

fer
yf thow be he then velin save thy head

[Bacon]
seace men at armes from wordes I fall to deades
revenging heavens Ioyne you to my art


[OMITTED]and st[OMITTED]


o Ba[OMITTED]
stay t[OMITTED]

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o Ba[OMITTED]

Bacon
no my[OMITTED]
and th[OMITTED]
thow sh[OMITTED]

f[OMITTED]rd
prepard [OMITTED]
that Bacon[OMITTED]
and all my[OMITTED]
wer wrough[OMITTED]
my lawe less[OMITTED]
exchaungd t[OMITTED]
that rossalin[OMITTED]
but trew ar th[OMITTED]
and god doth st[OMITTED]

Bacon
what sayes yor [OMITTED]

empero
greved to the ha[OMITTED]
Bacon do with hi[OMITTED]
I Lothe to se hi[OMITTED]

Bacon
why then he go[OMITTED]

ferd
o Bacon save my [OMITTED]

Baco
what sayes yor m[OMITTED]

em
ha Bacon save m[OMITTED]

Baco
whi then a goos [OMITTED]

ferd
ha Bacon save my [OMITTED]

Baco
[Dost thow repent th[OMITTED]]

ferd
[I from my soull grave[OMITTED]]

Baco
[ries vp I frelie p[OMITTED]]
[and myghtie emperor[OMITTED]]

em
[what er it be bacon sha[OMITTED]]

Bacon
[[we] you will excepet him [OMITTED]]
[and since Ser Iohn of B[OMITTED]]
[reseve thy loyall subicte [OMITTED]]


[OMITTED]Iohn to make[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]rossacl[OMITTED]
[OMITTED]tre a[OMITTED]
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[OMITTED][a leav]
[OMITTED][st not staie]
[OMITTED][ com this way]
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[OMITTED][wrongs]