Enter Margaret and Frier Bungay.[1338]
What sees my lord?
Edward. I see the keepers lovely lasse appeare,
As bright-sunne[1339] as the parramour of Mars,
Onely attended by a jolly frier.
Bacon. Sit still, and keepe the cristall in your eye. 15
Margret. But tell me, Frier Bungay, is it true
That this fair[1340] courtious countrie swaine,
Who saies his father is a farmer nie,
Can be Lord Lacie, Earle of Lincolnshire?