A Devil.
Spirit in the shape of Hercules.
THE HONOURABLE HISTORY OF FRIAR BACON AND FRIAR BUNGAY
ACT THE FIRST
SCENE I.—At Framlingham.
Enter Prince Edward malcontented, with Lacy, Warren, Ermsby, and Ralph Simnell.
Lacy. Why looks my lord like to a troubled sky,
When heaven's bright shine is shadowed with a fog?
Alate we ran the deer, and through the lawnds
Stripp'd[173] with our nags the lofty frolic bucks
That scudded 'fore the teasers[174] like the wind:
Ne'er was the deer of merry Fressingfield
So lustily pull'd down by jolly mates,
Nor shar'd the farmers such fat venison,
So frankly dealt, this hundred years before;
Nor have I seen my lord more frolic in the chase,
And now chang'd to a melancholy dump.
War. After the prince got to the keeper's lodge,
And had been jocund in the house awhile,
Tossing off ale and milk in country cans;
Whether it was the country's sweet content,
Or else the bonny damsel fill'd us drink,
That seem'd so stately in her stammel[175] red,
Or that a qualm did cross his stomach then,
But straight he fell into his passions.
Erms. Sirrah Ralph, what say you to your master,
Shall he thus all amort[176] live malcontent?
Ralph. Hearest thou, Ned?—Nay, look if he will speak to me!