But, learned Bacon, since thou knowest the cause
Why I did post so fast from Fresingfield,
Helpe, Frier, at a pinch, that I may have
The love of lovely Margret to my selfe, 85
And, as I am true Prince of Wales, Ile give
Living and lands to strength thy colledge state.
Warren. Good Frier, helpe the prince in this.
Raphe. Why, servant Ned, will not the frier doe it? Were not my sword glued to my scabberd by conjuration, I would cut off his head, and make him do it by force. 91
Miles. In faith, my lord, your manhood and your sword is all alike; they are so fast conjured that we shall never see them.
Ermsbie. What, doctor, in a dumpe! tush, helpe the prince, And thou shalt see how liberall he will proove. 95