_Van._ Never before was't known to Vandermast That men held devils in such obedient awe. Bacon doth more than art, or else I fail. _Emp._ Why, Vandermast, art thou overcome?-- Bacon, dispute with him, and try his skill. _Bacon._ I came not, monarchs, for to hold dispute With such a novice as is Vandermast; I came to have your royalties to dine With Friar Bacon here in Brazen-nose: And, for this German troubles but the place, And holds this audience with a long suspence, I'll send him to his académy hence.-- Thou, Hercules, whom Vandermast did raise, Transport the German unto Hapsburg straight, That he may learn by travail, 'gainst the spring, More secret dooms and aphorisms of art. Vanish the tree, and thou away with him! [_Exit_ HERCULES _with_ VANDERMAST _and the Tree._ _Emp._ Why, Bacon, whither dost thou send him? _Bacon._ To Hapsburg: there your highness at return Shall find the German in his study safe. _K. Hen._ Bacon, thou hast honour'd England with thy skill, And made fair Oxford famous by thine art: I will be English Henry to thyself;-- But tell me, shall we dine with thee to-day? _Bacon._ With me, my lord; and while I fit my cheer, See where Prince Edward comes to welcome you, Gracious as the morning-star of heaven. [_Exit._ _Enter_ PRINCE EDWARD, LACY, WARREN, ERMSBY. _Emp._ Is this Prince Edward, Henry's royal son? How martial is the figure of his face! Yet lovely and beset with amorets.[215] _K. Hen._ Ned, where hast thou been? _P. Edw._ At Framlingham, my lord, to try your bucks If they could scape the teasers or the toil. But hearing of these lordly potentates Landed, and progress'd up to Oxford town, I posted to give entertain to them: Chief to the Almain monarch; next to him, And joint with him, Castile and Saxony Are welcome as they may be to the English court. Thus for the men: but see, Venus appears, Or one that overmatcheth Venus in her shape! Sweet Elinor, beauty's high-swelling pride, Rich nature's glory, and her wealth at once, Fair of all fairs, welcome to _Albion_; Welcome to me, and welcome to thine own, If that thou deign'st the welcome from myself. _Elin._ Martial Plantagenet, Henry's high-minded son, The mark that Elinor did count her aim, I lik'd thee 'fore I saw thee: now I love, And so as in so short a time I may; Yet so as time shall never break that so: And therefore so accept of Elinor. _K. of Cast._ Fear not, my lord, this couple will agree, If love may creep into their wanton eyes:-- And therefore, Edward, I accept thee here, Without suspence, as my adopted son. _K. Hen._ Let me that joy in these consorting greets, And glory in these honours done to Ned, Yield thanks for all these favours to my son, And rest a true Plantagenet to all.