Miles. What of this, maister! why, he doth speak mystically: for he knowes, if your skill faile to make a brazen head, yet Mother Waters strong ale will fit his turne to make him have a copper-nose.
Clement. Bacon, we come not greeving at thy skill,
But joieing that our académie yeelds 35
A man supposde the woonder of the world:
For if thy cunning worke these myracles,
England and Europe shall admire thy fame,
And Oxford shall in characters of brasse,
And statues, such as were built up in Rome, 40
Eternize Frier Bacon for his art.
Mason. Then, gentle Frier, tell us thy intent.