_K. Hen._ He shall, my lord; this motion likes me well. We'll progress straight to Oxford with our trains, And see what men our académy brings.-- And, wonder Vandermast, welcome to me: In Oxford shalt thou find a jolly friar, Call'd Friar Bacon, England's only flower: Set him but non-plus in his magic spells, And make him yield in mathematic rules, And for thy glory I will bind thy brows, Not with a poet's garland made of bays, But with a coronet of choicest gold. Whilst then we set to Oxford with our troops, Let's in and banquet in our English court. [_Exeunt._ SCENE II.--_A Street in Oxford._ _Enter_ RALPH SIMNELL _in_ PRINCE EDWARD'S _apparel; and_ PRINCE EDWARD, WARREN, _and_ ERMSBY _disguised._ _Ralph._ Where be these vacabond knaves, that they attend no better on their master? _P. Edw._ If it please your honour, we are all ready at an inch. _Ralph._ Sirrah Ned, I'll have no more post-horse to ride on: I'll have another fetch. _Erms._ I pray you, how is that, my lord? _Ralph._ Marry, sir, I'll send to the Isle of Ely for four or five dozen of geese, and I'll have them tied six and six together with whip-cord: now upon their backs will I have a fair field-bed with a canopy; and so, when it is my pleasure, I'll flee into what place I please. This will be easy. _War._ Your honour hath said well: but shall we to Brazen-nose College before we pull off our boots? _Erms._ Warren, well motioned; we will to the friar before we revel it within the town.--Ralph, see you keep your countenance like a prince. _Ralph._ Wherefore have I such a company of cutting[191] knaves to wait upon me, but to keep and defend my countenance against all mine enemies? have you not good swords and bucklers? _Enter_ FRIAR BACON _and_ MILES. _Erms._ Stay, who comes here? _War._ Some scholar; and we'll ask him where Friar Bacon is. _Bacon._ Why, thou arrant dunce, shall I never make thee a good scholar? doth not all the town cry out and say, Friar Bacon's subsizer is the greatest blockhead in all Oxford? why, thou canst not speak one word of true Latin. _Miles._ No, sir? yes! what is this else? _Ego sum tuus homo_, "I am your man;" I warrant you, sir, as good Tully's phrase as any is in Oxford. _Bacon._ Come on, sirrah; what part of speech is _Ego_? _Miles. Ego,_ that is "I"; marry, _nomen substantivo_. _Bacon._ How prove you that? _Miles._ Why, sir, let him prove himself an 'a will; I can be heard, felt and understood. _Bacon._ O gross dunce! [_Beats him._ _P. Edw._ Come, let us break off this dispute between these two.--Sirrah, where is Brazen-nose College? _Miles._ Not far from Coppersmith's Hall. _P. Edw._ What, dost thou mock me? _Miles._ Not I, sir, but what would you at Brazen-nose? _Erms._ Marry, we would speak with Friar Bacon. _Miles._ Whose men be you? _Erms._ Marry, scholar, here's our master.