And joyning hand in hand had married you,
If Frier Bacon had not strook him dumbe, 10
And mounted him upon a spirits backe
That we might chat at Oxford with the frier?
Traitor, what answerst? is not all this true?
Lacy. Truth all, my lord; and thus I make replie:
At Harlstone faire, there courting for your grace, 15
When as mine eye survaid her curious shape,
And drewe the beautious glory of her looks
To dive into the center of my heart,