I find this day shall fall out ominous:

Some deadly act shall tide me ere I sleep;

But what and wherein little can I gesse, 15

My minde is heavy, what so ere shall hap.[1521]

Enter two Schollers, sonnes to Lambert and Serlby. Knocke.

Whose that knocks?

Bungay. Two schollers that desires to speake with you.

Bacon. Bid them come in.—

Now, my youths, what would you have? 20

1 Scholler. Sir, we are Suffolkemen and neighbouring friends;