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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A21136	The merry deuill of Edmonton As it hath beene sundry times acted, by his Maiesties Seruants, at the Globe, on the banke-side.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Dekker, Thomas, ca. 1572-1632, attributed name.; Heywood, Thomas, d. 1641, attributed name.	1608 (1608)	STC 7493; ESTC S106285	25,601	46

THE MERRY DEVILL OF EDMONTON As it hath beene sundry times Acted by his Maiesties Seruants at the Globe on the banke-side LONDON Printed by Henry Ballard for Arthur Iohnson dwelling at the signe of the white-horse in Paules Church yard ouer against the great North doore of Paules 1608 The merry Deuill of Edmonton The Prologue YOur silence and attention worthy friends sense That your free spirits may with more pleasing Relish the life of this our actiue sceane To which intent to calme this murmuring breath We ring this round with our inuoking spelles If that your listning eares be yet prepard To entertayne the subiect of our play Lend vs your patience T is Peter Fabell a renowned Scholler Whose fame hath still beene hitherto forgot By all the writers of this latter age In Middle-sex his birth and his abode Not full seauen mile from this great famous Citty That for his fame in sleights and magicke won Was calde the merry Fiend of Edmonton If any heere make doubt of such a name In Edmonton yet fresh vnto this day Fixt in the wall of that old antient Church His monument remayneth to be seene His memory yet in the mouths of men That whilst he liude he could deceiue the Deuill Imagine now that whilst he is retirde From Cambridge backe vnto his natiue home Suppose the silent sable visagde night Casts her blacke curtaine ouer all the world And whilst he sleepes within his silent bed Toylde with the studies of the passed day The very time and houre wherein that spirite That many yeeres attended his commaund And often times twixt Cambridge and that towne Had in a minute borne him through the ayre By composition twixt the fiend and him Draw the curtaines Comes now to claime the Scholler for his due Behold him heere laide on his restlesse couch His fatall chime prepared at his head His chamber guarded with these sable slights And by him stands that Necromanticke chaire In which he makes his direfull inuocations And binds the fiends that shall obey his will Sit with a pleased eye vntill you know The Commicke end of our sad Tragique show Exit The Chime goes in which time Fabell is oft seene to stare about him and hold vp his hands Fa. What meanes the tolling of this fatall chime O what a trembling horror strikes my hart My stiffned haire stands vpright on my head As doe the bristles of a porcupine Enter Coreb a Spirit Co. Fabell awake or I will beare thee hence headlong to hell Fab. Ha ha why dost thou wake me Coreb is it thou Cor. T is I Fa. I know thee well I heare the watchfull dogs With hollow howling tell of thy approch The lights burne dim affrighted with thy presence And this distemperd and tempestuous night Tells me the ayre is troubled with some Deuill Cor. Come art thou ready Fab. Whither or to what Cor. Why Scholler this the houre my date expires I must depart and come to claime my due Fa. Hah what is thy due Cor. Fabell thy selfe Fab. O let not darkenes heare thee speake that word Lest that with force it hurry hence amaine And leaue the world to looke vpon my woe Yet ouerwhelme me with this globe of earth And let a little sparrow with her bill Take but so much as shee can beare away That euery day thus losing of my load I may againe in time yet hope to rise Cor. Didst thou not write thy name in thine owne blood And drewst the formall deed twixt thee and mee And is it not recorded now in hell Fa. Why comst thou in this sterne and horred shape Not in familiar sort as thou wast wont Cor. Because the date of thy command is out And I am master of thy skill and thee Fa. Coreb thou angry and impatient spirit I haue earnest busines for a priuate friend Reserue me spirit vntill some further time Cor. I will not for the mines of all the earth Fa. Then let me rise and ere I leaue the world Dispatch some busines that I haue to doe And in meane time repose thee in that chayre Cor. Fabell I will Sit downe Fa. O that this soule that cost so great a price As the deere pretious blood of her redeemer Inspirde with knowledge should by that alone Which makes a man so meane vnto the powers Euen lead him downe into the depth of hell When men in their owne pride striue to know more then man should know For this alone God cast the Angellēs downe The infinity of Arts is like a sea Into which when man will take in hand to saile Further then reason which should be his pilot Hath skill to guide him losing once his compasse He falleth to such deepe and dangerous whirlepooles As he doth lose the very sight of heauen The more he striues to come to quiet harbor The further still he finds himselfe from land Man striuing still to finde the depth of euill Seeking to be a God becomes a Deuill Cor. Come Fabell hast thou done Fab. Yes yes come hither Cor Fabell I cannot Fab. Cannot what ailes your hollownes Cor. Good Fabell helpe me Fab. Alas where lies your griefe some Aqua-vitae The Deuil 's very sicke I feare hee 'le die For he lookes very ill Cor. Darst thou deride the minister of darkenes In Lucifers dread name Coreb coniures thee To set him free Fab. I will not for the mines of all the earth Vnles thou giue me libertie to see Seauen fiends more before thou sease on mee Cor. Fabell I giue it thee Fab. Sweare damned fiend Cor. Vnbind me and by hell I will not touch thee Till seauen yeares from this houre be full expirde Fab. Enough come out Cor. A vengeance take thy art Liue and conuert all piety to euill Neuer did man thus ouer-reach the Deuill No time on earth like Phaetontique flames Can haue perpetuall being I le returne To my infernall mansion but be sure Thy seauen yeeres done noe tricke shall make me tarry Exit But Coreb thou to hell shalt Fabell carry Fab. Then thus betwixt vs two this variance ends Thou to thy fellow Fiends I to my friends Exit Enter Sir Arthur Clare Dorcas his Lady Milliscent his daughter yong Harry Clare the men booted the gentlewomen in cloakes and safe-guardes Blague the merry host of the Georg comes in with them Host. WElcome good knight to the George at Walthā My free-hold my tenements goods chattels Madam heer 's a roome is the very Homer and Iliads of a lodging it hath none of the foure elements in it I built it out of the Center and I drinke neere the lesse sacke Welcome my little wast of maiden-heads what I serue the good Duke of Norfolke Clare God a mercie my good host Blague Thou hast a good seate here Host. T is correspondent or so there 's not a Tartarian Nor a Carrier shall breath vpon your geldings They haue villanous rancke feete the rogues And they shall not sweat in my linnen Knights and