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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

you forgot since he pac'd it from Envile Chase to Edmonton Cuddy honest Cuddy cast thy stuff Y. Bank Suffer may ye all It shall be known I can take mine ease as well as another Man Seek your Hobby-horse where you can get him 1. Cuddy honest Cuddy we confess and are sorry for our neglect 2. The old Horse shall have a new Bridle 3. The Caparisons new painted 4. The Tail repair'd 1. The Snaffle and the Bosses new saffron'd o're 1. Kinde 2. Honest 3. Loving ingenious 4. Affable Cuddy Y. Bank To shew I am not flint but affable as you say very well stuft a kinde of warm Dowe or Puff-paste I relent I connive most affable Jack let the Hobby-horse provide a strong back he shall not want a belly when I am in 'em But Uds me Mother Sawyer 1. The old Witch of Edmonton If our mirth be not cross'd 2. Bless us Cuddy and let her curse her tother eye out VVhat dost now Y. Bank Ungirt unbless'd says the Proverb But my Girdle shall serve a riding knit and a fig for all the VVitches in Christendom VVhat wouldst thou 1. The Divel cannot abide to be cross'd 2. And scorns to come at any man's whistle 3. Away 4. VVith the VVitch Omn. Away with the VVitch of Edmonton Ex. in strange postur Sawy. Still vex'd still tortur'd That Curmudgeon Banks Is ground of all my scandal I am shunn'd And hated like a sickness made a scorn To all degrees and sexes I have heard old Beldames Talk of Familiars in the shape of Mice Rats Ferrets VVeasels and I wot not what That have appear'd and suck'd some say their blood But by what means they came acquainted with them I 'm now ignorant would some power good or bad Instruct me which way I might be reveng'd Upon this Churl I 'd go out of my self And give this Fury leave to dwell within This ruin'd Cottage ready to fall with age Abjure all goodness be at hate with prayer And study Curses Imprecations Blasphemous speeches Oaths detested Oaths Or any thing that 's ill so I might work Revenge upon this Miser this black Cur That barks and bites and sucks the very blood Of me and of my credit 'T is all one To be a VVitch as to be counted one Vengeance shame ruine light upon that Canker Enter Dog Dog Ho! have I found thee cursing now thou art mine own Sawy. Thine what art thou Dog He thou hast so often importun'd to appear to thee the Devil Sawy. Bless me the Devil Dog Come do not fear I love thee much too well To hurt or fright thee If I seem terrible It is to such as hate me I have found Thy love unfeign'd have seen and pitied Thy open wrongs and come out of my love To give thee just revenge against thy foes Sawy. May I believe thee Dog To confirm 't command me Do any mischief unto Man or Beast And I 'll effect it on condition That uncompell'd thou make a deed of Gift Of Soul and Body to me Sawy. Out alas My Soul and Body Dog And that instantly And seal it with thy blood if thou deniest I 'll tear thy body in a thousand pieces Sawy. I know not where to seek relief But shall I After such Covenants seal'd see full revenge On all that wrong me Dog Ha ha silly woman The Devil is no lyer to such as he loves Didst ever know or hear the Devil a lyer To such as he affects Sawy. VVhen I am thine at least so much of me As I can call mine own Dog Equivocations Art mine or no speak or I 'll tear Sawy. All thine Dog Seal 't with thy blood Sucks her arm thunder and lightning See now I dare call thee mine For proof command me instantly I 'll run To any mischief goodness can I none Sawy. And I desire as little There 's an old Churl one Banks Dog That wrong'd thee he lam'd thee call'd thee VVitch Sawy. The same first upon him I 'ld be reveng'd Dog Thou shalt Do but name how Sawy. Go touch his life Dog I cannot Sawy. Hast thou not vow'd Go kill the slave Dog I wonnot Sawy. I 'll cancel then my gift Dog Ha ha Sawy. Dost laugh VVhy wilt not kill him Dog Fool because I cannot Though we have power know it is circumscrib'd And ti'd in limits though he be curs'd to thee Yet of himself he is loving to the world And charitable to the poor Now Men That as he love goodness though in smallest measure Live without compass of our reach His Cattle And Corn I 'll kill and mildew but his life Until I take him as I late found thee Cursing and swearing I have no power to touch Saw Work on his corn and cattle then Dog I shall The VVitch of Edmonton shall see his fall If she at least put credit in my power And in mine onely make Orisons to me And none but me Saw Say how and in what manner Dog I 'll tell thee when thou wishest ill Corn Man or Beast would spoyl or kill Turn thy back against the Sun And mumble this short Orison If thou to death or shame pursue 'em Sanctibicetur nomen tuum Sawy. If thou to death or shame pursue 'em Sanctibecetur nomen tuum Dog Perfect Farewel Our first-made promises We 'll put in execution against Banks Exit Sawy. Contaminetur nomen tuum I 'm an expert Scholar Speak Latine or I know not well what Language As well as the best of 'em But who comes here Enter Y. Ba. The Son of my worst Foe To death pursue 'em Et sanctabecetur nomen tuum Y. Bank What 's that she mumbles the Devils Pater noster Would it were else Mother Sawyer Good morrow Sawy. Ill morrow to thee and all the world that flout a poor old woman To death pursue 'em and sanctabacetur nomen tuum Y. Bank Nay good Gammer Sawyer what e're it pleases my Father to call you I know you are Sawy. A Witch Y. Bank A Witch would you were else yfaith Sawy. Your Father knows I am by this Y. Bank I would he did Sawy. And so in time may you Y. Bank I would I might else But Witch or no Witch you are a motherly woman and though my Father be a kinde of God bless us as they say I have an earnest suit to you and if you 'll be so kinde to ka me one good turn I 'll be so courteous as to kob you another Sawy. VVhat 's that to spurn beat me and call me VVitch as your kinde Father doth Y. Bank My Father I am asham'd to own him If he has hurt the head of thy credit there 's money to buy thee a Playster and a small courtesie I would require at thy hands Sawy. You seem a good young Man and I must dissemble the better to accomplish my revenge But for this silver what wouldst have me do bewitch thee Y. Bank No by no means I am bewitch'd already I would have thee so good

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