_Bacon._ See, friar, where the fathers[231] both lie dead!-- Bacon, thy magic doth effect this massacre: This glass prospective worketh many woes; And therefore seeing these brave lusty Brutes,[232] These friendly youths, did perish by thine art, End all thy magic and thine art at once. The poniard that did end their fatal lives, Shall break the cause efficient of their woes. So fade the glass, and end with it the shows That necromancy did infuse the crystal with. [_Breaks the glass._ _Bun._ What means learn'd Bacon thus to break his glass? _Bacon._ I tell thee, Bungay, it repents me sore That ever Bacon meddled in this art. The hours I have spent in pyromantic spells, The fearful tossing in the latest night Of papers full of necromantic charms, Conjuring and adjuring devils and fiends, With stole and alb and strange pentageron; The wresting of the holy name of God, As Soter, Eloim, and Adonai, Alpha, Manoth, and Tetragrammaton, With praying to the five-fold powers of heaven, Are instances that Bacon must be damn'd, For using devils to countervail his God.-- Yet, Bacon, cheer thee, drown not in despair: Sins have their salves, repentance can do much: Think Mercy sits where Justice holds her seat, And from those wounds those bloody Jews did pierce, Which by thy magic oft did bleed afresh, From thence for thee the dew of mercy drops, To wash the wrath of high Jehovah's ire, And make thee as a new-born babe from sin.-- Bungay, I'll spend the remnant of my life In pure devotion, praying to my God That he would save what Bacon vainly lost. [_Exeunt._ ACT THE FIFTH SCENE I.--_A Meadow near the Keepers Lodge._ _Enter_ MARGARET _in nun's apparel, the_ Keeper, _and their_ Friend. _Keeper._ Margaret, be not so headstrong in these vows: O, bury not such beauty in a cell, That England hath held famous for the hue! Thy father's hair, like to the silver blooms That beautify the shrubs of Africa, Shall fall before the dated time of death, Thus to forgo his lovely Margaret.