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A57764	The witch of Edmonton a known true story / composed into a tragi-comedy by divers well-esteemed poets, William Rowley, Thomas Dekker, John Ford, &c.	Rowley, William, 1585?-1642?; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632.; Ford, John, 1586-ca. 1640.	1658 (1658)	Wing R2097; ESTC R1276	42,671	70

last lodging I must kill you Sus. Oh fine you 'ld fright me from you Y. Thor. You see I had no purpose I 'm unarm'd 'T is this minutes decree and it must be Look this will serve your turn Sus. I 'll not turn from it if you be earst Sir Yet you may tell me wherefore you 'll kill me Y. Thor. Because you are a whore Sus. There 's one deep wound already a whore 'T was ever further from me then the thought Of this black hour a whore Y. Thor. Yes I 'll prove it And you shall confess it You are my whore No wife of mine The word admits no second I was before wedded to another have her still I do not lay the sin unto your charge 'T is all mine own Your marriage was my theft For I espous'd your dowry and I have it I did not purpose to have added murther The Devil did not prompt me till this minute You might have safe returned now you cannot You have dogg'd your own death Stabs her Sus. And I deserve it I 'm glad my fate was so intelligent 'T was some good Spirits motion Die oh 't was time How many yeers might I have slept in sin Sin of my most hatred too Adultery Y. Thor. Nay sure 't was likely that the most was past For I meant never to return to you After this parting Sus. Why then I thank you more You have done lovingly leaving your self That you would thus bestow me on another Thou art my Husband Death and I embrace thee With all the love I have Forget the stain Of my unwitting sin and then I come A Chrystal Virgin to thee My Soul's purity Shall with bold Wings ascend the Doors of Mercy For Innocence is ever her Companion Y. Thor. Not yet mortal I would not linger you Or leave you a tongue to blab Sus. Now heaven reward you ne'er the worse for me I did not think that death had been so sweet Nor I so apt to love him I could ne'er die better Had I staid forty yeers for preparation For I 'm in charity with all the VVorld Let me for once be thine example Heaven Do to this man as I him free forgive And may he better die and better live Moritur Y. Tho. 'T is done and I am in once past our height We scorn the deepst Abyss This follows now To heal her VVounds by dressing of the VVeapon Arms thighs hands any place we must not fail Wounds himself Light scratches giving such deep ones The best I can To binde my self to this Tree Now 's the storm Which if blown o're many fair days may follow Dog ties him So so I 'm fast I did not think I could Have done so well behinde me How prosperous And effectual mischief sometimes is Help help Murther murther murther Enter Carter and Old Thorney Cart. Ha! VVhom tolls the Bell for Y. Thor. Oh oh O. Thor. Ah me the cause appears too soon my Child my Son Cart. Susan Girl Child Not speak to thy Father Hah Y. Tho. O lend me some assistance to o'retake this hapless woman O. Thor. Let 's o'retake the murtherers Speak whilst thou canst anon may be too late I fear thou hast deaths mark upon thee too Y. Thor. I know them both yet such an Oath is pass'd As pulls damnation up if it be broke I dare not name 'em think what forc'd men do O. Thor. Keep oath with murtherers that were a conscience to hold the Devil in Y. Thor. Nay Sir I can describe 'em Shall shew them as familiar as their names The Taller of the two at this time wears His Satten-doublet white but Crimson lin'd Hose of black Satten Cloak of Scarlet O. Thor. Warbeck Warbeck Warbeck Do you list to this Sir Cart. Yes yes I listen you here 's nothing to be heard Y. Thor. Th' others Cloak branch'd Velvet black Velvet lin'd his Suit O. Thor. I have 'em already Somerton Somerton Binal revenge all this Come Sir the first work Is to pursue the Murtherers when we have remov'd These mangled bodies hence Cart. Sir take that Carcase there and give me this I 'll not own her now she 's none of mine Bob me off with a dumb shew No I 'll have life This is my Son too and while there 's life in him 'T is half mine take you halfe that silence for 't VVhen I speak I look to be spoken to forgetful Slut O. Thor. Alas what grief may do now Look Sir I 'll take this load of sorrow with me Cart. I do and I 'll heare this How do you Sir Y. Thor. O very ill Sir Cart. Yes I think so but 't is well you can speak yet There 's no musick but in sound sound it must be I have not wept these twenty yeers before And that I guess was e're that Girl was born Yet now methinks if I but knew the way My heart 's so full I could weep night and day Exeunt Enter Sir Arthur Clarington Warbeck Somerton Sir Art Come Gentlemen we must all help to grace The nimble-footed youth of Edmonton that are so kinde To call us up to day with an high Morrice Warb. I could wish it for the best it were the worst now Absurditie 's in my opinion ever the best Dancer in a Morrice Som. I could rather sleep then see 'em Sir Art Not well Sir Som. Faith not ever thus leaden yet I know no cause for 't Warb. Now am I beyond mine own condition highly dispos'd to mirth Sir Art Well you may have yet a Morrice to help both To strike you in a dump and make him merry Enter Fidler and Morrice all but Banks Fidl. Come will you set your selves in Morrice-ray the fore-Bell second Bell Tenor and great Bell Maid-marion for the same Bell But where 's the Weather-cock now the Hobby-horse 1. Is not Banks come yet What a spight 't is Sir Art When set you forward Gentlemen 1. VVe stay but for the Hobby-horse Sir all our Footmen are ready Som. 'T is marvel your Horse should be behinde your Foot 2. Yes Sir he goes further about we can come in at the VVicket but the broad Gate must be opened for him Enter Banks Hobby-horse and Dog Sir Art Oh we staid for you Sir Clow. Onely my Horse wanted a Shooe Sir but we shall make you amends e're we part Sir Art I well said make 'em drink e're they begin Ent. serv. Clow. A bowl I prithee and a little for my Horse with beer he 'll mount the better Nay give me I must drink to him he 'll not pledge else Here Hobby Holds him the bowl I pray you No not drink You see Gentlemen we can but bring our horse to the VVater he may chuse whether he 'll drink or no Som. A good Moral made plain by History 1. Strike up Father Sawgut strike up Fidl. E'en when you will Children Now in the name of the best foot forward How now not a word in thy Guts I think Children my

Arthur Warbeck Somerton O. Thor. Here 's the sad Object which I yet must meet VVith hope of comfort if a repentant end Make him more happy then mis-fortune would Suffer him here to be Frank Good Sire turn from me You will revive affliction almost kil'd With my continual sorrow O Thor. O Frank Frank VVould I had sunk in mine own wants or died But one bare minute ere thy fault was acted Frank To look upon your sorrows executes me before my Execution Win. Let me pray you Sir Frank Thou much wrong'd woman I must sigh for thee As he that 's onely loath to leave the World For that he leaves thee in it unprovided Unfriended and for me to beg a pity From any man to thee when I am gone Is more then I can hope nor to say truth Have I deserv'd it but there is a payment Belongs to goodness from the great Exchequer Above it will not fail thee Winnifride Be that thy comfort O. Thor. Let it be thine too Untimely lost young man Frank He is not lost VVho bears his peace within him had I spun My VVeb of life out at full length and dream'd Away my many years in lusts in surfeits Murthers of Reputations gallant fins Commended or approv'd then though I had Died easily as great and rich men do Upon my own Bed not compell'd by Justice You might have mourn'd for me indeed my miseries Had been as everlasting as remediless But now the Law hath not arraign'd condemn'd VVith greater rigour my unhappy Fact Then I my self have every little sin My memory can reckon from my Child-hood A Court hath been kept here where I am found Guilty the difference is my impartial Judge Is much more gracious then my Faults Are monstrous to be nam'd yet they are monstrous O. Thor. Here 's comfort in this penitence Win. It speaks How truly you are reconcil'd and quickens My dying comfort that was neer expiring With my last breath now this Repentance makes thee As white as innocence and my first sin with thee Since which I knew none like it by my sorrow Is clearly cancell'd might our Souls together Climb to the height of their eternity And there enjoy what earth denied us Happiness But since I must survive and be the monument Of thy lov'd memory I will preserve it VVith a Religious care and pay thy ashes A VVidows duty calling that end best VVhich though it stain the name makes the soul blest Frank Give me thy hand poor woman do not weep Farewel Thou dost forgive me Win. 'T is my part To use that Language Frank Oh that my Example Might teach the VVorld hereafter what a curse Hangs on their heads who rather chuse to marry A goodly Portion then a Dowr of Vertues Are you there Gentlemen there is not one Amongst you whom I have not wrong'd you most rob'd you of a Daughter but she is In Heaven and I must suffer for it willingly Cart. I I she 's in Heaven and I am glad to see Thee so well prepared to follow her I forgive thee with all my heart if thou Had'st not had ill counsel thou would'st not have Done as thou didst the more shame for them Som. Spare your excuse to me I do conceive What you would speak I would you could as easily Make satisfaction to the Law as to my wrongs I am sorry for you Warb. And so am I and heartily forgive you Kate I will pray for you for her sake who I am sure did love you dearly Sir Art Let us part friendly too I am asham'd of my part in thy wrongs Frank You are all merciful and send me to my Grave in peace Sir Arthur Heavens send you a new heart Lastly to you Sir and though I have deserv'd not to be call'd your Son yet give me leave upon my knees to beg a blessing O. Thor. Take it let me wet thy Cheeks with the last Tears my griefs have left me O Frank Frank Frank Frank Let me beseech you Gentlemen to Comfort my old Father keep him with yee Love this distressed VVidow and as often As you remember what a graceless man I was remember likewise that these are Both free both worthy of a better Fate Then such a Son or Husband as I have been All help me with your prayers On on 't is just That Law should purge the guilt of blood and lust Exit Cart. Go thy ways I did not think to have shed one tear for thee but thou hast made me water my plants spight of my heart M. Thorney chear up man whilst I can stand by you you shall not want help to keep you from falling We have lost our Children both on 's the wrong way but we cannot help it better or worse 't is now as 't is O. Thor. I thank you Sir you are more kinde then I have cause to hope or look for Cart. Mr. Somerton is Kate yours or no Som. We are agreed Kat. And but my Faith is pass'd I should fear to be married Husbands are so cruelly unkind excuse me that I am thus troubled Som. Thou shalt have no cause Cart. Take comfort Mistris Winnifride Sir Arthur For his abuse to you and to your Husband Is by the Bench enjoyn'd to pay you down A thousand Marks Sir Art Which I will soon discharge Win. Sir 't is too great a sum to be imploy'd upon my Funeral Cart. Come come if luck had serv'd Sir Arthur and every man had his due somebody might have totter'd ere this without paying Fines like it as you list Come to me Winnifride shalt be wel come make much of her Kate I charge you I do not think but she 's a good Wench and hath has wrong as well as we So let every man home to Edmonton with heavy hearts yet as merry a we can though not as we would Just. Joyn Friends in sorrow make of all the best Harms past may be lamented not redrest Exeum EPILOGUE Win. I Am a Widow still and must not sort A second choice without a good report Which though some Widows finde and few deserve Yet I dare not presume but will not swerve From modest hopes All noble tongues are free The gentle may speak one kinde word for me FINIS