Bacon. Repentant for the follies of my youth,
That magicks secret mysteries misled,
And joyfull that this royall marriage
Portends such blisse unto this matchless realme.
Hen. Why, Bacon, what strange event shall happen to this land?
Or what shall grow from Edward and his queene? 41
Bacon. I find by deep praescience[1574] of mine art,
Which once I tempred in my secret cell,
That here where Brute did build his Troynovant,
From forth the royall garden of a king 45