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In this Friar Bacon pleased their five senses; so that the King offered him money, but he refused, saying, he must not take it. However, the King gave him a jewel of great value, desiring him to keep it as a mark of his favour.—During this, the gentleman of the bedchamber came in puffing and blowing, all bemired and dirty, his face and hands scratched with bushes and briars.—The King asked him, Why he staid so long, and why he came in that condition?—Oh! the plague, said he, take Friar Bacon, and all his Devils, they have led me a dance to the endangering my neck; but the dog is here, I'll be revenged on him. Then he laid his hand upon his sword; but Bacon waving his wand, fixed it in the scabbard, that he could not draw it, saying, I fear not thy anger, thou hadst best be quiet, lest a worse thing befal thee. Then he told the King how he had given him the lie, when he told him he would be there before him. While he was thus speaking, in came the cook-maid, brought by a sprite to the window, with a spit and a roasted shoulder of mutton on it, being thus surprised as she was taking it up.—So wishfully looking about her, and seeing the gentleman, cried, Oh! my dear sweet Knight, are you here? Pray remember your promised linen and other necessaries for me; our pleasure has swelled, and 1 have but two months to. reckon, so running towards him,
