Burden. I passe not of his frivolous speeches.
Miles. Nay, Master Burden, my maister, ere hee hath done with you, will turne you from a doctor to a dunce, and shake you so small, that he will leave no more learning in you than is in Balaams asse. 101
Bacon. Maisters, for that learned Burdens skill is deepe,
And sore he doubts of Bacons cabalisme,
I'll shew you why he haunts to Henly oft:
Not, doctors, for to tast the fragrant aire, 105
But there to spend the night in alcumie,
To multiplie with secret spels of art;
Thus privat steales he learning from us all.
To proove my sayings true, Ile shew you straight