F. B. Son to your noble lordship. L. L. Well done, my boy. What hath called thee here? F. B. I came to see thyself. L. L. What seek ye, Francis? F. B. My lord, cheer up your heart. Your foes are nigh, And this soft courage makes your followers faint. F. B. I am too mean a subject for thy wrath; Hear thee so make our gracious Queen thy theme! Her ill-timed suspicion. Bitter fear O'er-shades me; it is folly, in the streets So to babble and talk. Thy fingers to thy lips, And I will respect thee as a father, But thy discretion better can persuade, Than I am able to instruct or teach; Therefore let us go cheerfully together, And digest thy angry choler on thine enemies. If thou forsake our gracious Queen, To waste thyself upon a fugitive, Thou art not worthy, sir, of preservation. L. L. Boy, by my soul, she knew not what she did When thus she spake to me. Knowest thou That I am banished? Ah! hadst thou heard Her foul reproaches, full deeply then, F. B. My lord, I have heard and seen all. Should I not ease my heart, even if it be F. B. What valor were it, when a cur doth grin, Of valor, sir. What would your lordship do? My lord, so strives the woodcock with the gynne, L. L. So triumph thieves upon their conquer'd booty. L. L. I know it well; yet blame me not. She forbade my tongue to speak, and boy, I' th' presence of my servants, aye, with outstretcht throat, Did tell the world aloud my privy faults. F. B. The fox barks not, when he would steal the lamb; Dismiss your followers and abate your wrath. Boiling choler chokes the passage of my voice! I'll plant the Scottish Queen even in the chair of state. This answer (at my dearest cost) I will Return to her. F. B. My gracious lord, the cedar, Whose arms give shelter to the princely eagle, Whose top-branch overpeers Jove's spreading tree, And keeps low shrubs from Winter's powerful wind, That now are piercing as the mid-day sun To search the secrets of the world, Will then be dimm'd with death's black veil; The wrinkles on your brows, which have been liken'd oft To kingly sepulchres, with blood be fill'd; Your glory smear'd in dust and blood; your parks, Your walks, your manors, be delivered Unto your foes; and of all your lands, Naught will be left but your poor body's length. Turn th' leaf and read, and in the interim, L. L. Thy speech shows fair; be thou my advocate With the angry Queen. F. B. What would you have me plead for, my lord? Dissuade the Queen from having me banish'd. Like evil deeds to dying sinners' minds! F. B. My lord, your lordship knows, it lies And, as I bear your name, with show of zeal Ĺ. L. Thou wilt be repuls'd. F. B. It may be very likely; but I hope L. L. Knowing how hardly I can brook abuse, A little remnant, why, appease, I pray, F. B. My lord, I will plead well Myself. But look, my lord, our torches die. L. L. Do not light them. I'll lock thy worthy counsel in my breast, (Exeunt.) Scena Secunda. (Audience Room of the Palace.) QUEEN ELIZABETH and MASTER FRANCIS BACON. Queen Elizabeth. Well pleadest thou, for this great peer, But tell me, sith that thou and I are here, How is't t'enrich the storehouse of thy powerful wit, Francis Bacon. He hath sent me in his stead, and As did Aeneas old Anchises bear, So bear I, upon my manly shoulders, His heart, and he doth entreat your grace, that |