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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

There 's nought shall alter it be liuely Raymond Stand any opposition gainst thy hope Art shall confront it with her largest scope Exeunt Peter Fabell solus Fab. Good old Mounchensey is thy hap so ill That for thy bounty and thy royall parts Thy kind alliance should be held in scorne And after all these promises by Clare Refuse to giue his daughter to thy sonne Onely because thy Reuenues cannot reach To make her dowage of so rich a ioynture As can the heire of wealthy Ierningham And therefore is the false foxe now in hand To strike a match betwixt her and th' other And the old gray-beards now are close together Plotting it in the garden Is 't euen so Raymond Mounchensey boy haue thou and I Thus long at Cambridge read the liberall Arts The Metaphysickes Magicke and those parts Of the most secret deepe philosophy Haue I so many melancholy nights Watch'd on the top of Peter-house highest tower And come we backe vnto our natiue home For want of skill to lose the wench thou lou'st Wee le first hang Enuill in such rings of miste As neuer rose from any dampish fenne I le make the brinde sea to rise at Ware And drowne the marshes vnto Stratford bridge I le driue the Deere from Waltham in their walkes And scatter them like sheepe in euery field We may perhaps be crost but if we be He shall crosse the deuill that but crosses me Enter Raymond and yong Ierning But here comes Raymond disconsolate sad And heere 's the gallant that must haue the wench I pri'thee Raymond leaue these solemne dumps Reuiue thy spirits thou that before hast beene More watchfull then the day-proclayming cocke As sportiue as a Kid as francke and merry As mirth her selfe If ought in me may thy content procure It is thine owne thou mayst thy selfe assure Ray. Ha Ierningham if any but thy selfe Had spoke that word it would haue come as cold As the bleake Northerne winds vpon the face Of winter From thee they haue some power vpon my blood Yet being from thee had but that hollow sound Come from the lips of any liuing man It might haue won the credite of mine eare From thee it cannot Ier. If I vnderstand thee I am a villain What dost thou speake in parables to thy friends Clar. Come boy and make me this same groning loue Troubled with stitches and the cough a' th lungs That wept his eyes out when he was a childe And euer since hath shot at hudman-blind Make her leape caper ierke and laugh and sing And play me horse-trickes Make Cupid wanton as his mothers doue But in this sort boy I would haue thee loue Fab. Why how now mad-cap what my lusty Franke So neere a wife and will not tell your friend But you will to this geere in hugger-mugger Art thou turnde miser Rascall in thy loues Ier. Who I z'blood what should all you see in me That I should looke like a married man ha Am I balde are my legs too little for my hose If I feele any thing in my forehead I am A villain doe I weare a night-cap doe I bend in the hams What dost thou see in me that I should be towards marriage ha Cla. What thou married let me looke vpon thee Rogue who has giuen out this of thee how camst thou into this ill name what company Hast thou bin in Rascall Fab. You are the man sir must haue Millescent The match is making in the garden now Her ioynture is agreed on and th' old men Your fathers meane to lanch their busy bags But in meane time to thrust Mountchensey off For colour of this new intended match Faire Millescent to Cheston must be sent To take the approbation for a Nun Nere looke vpon me lad the match is done Ier. Raymond Mountchensey now I touch thy griefe With the true feeling of a zealous friend And as for faire and beauteous Millescent With my vaine breath I will not seeke to slubber Her angell like perfections but thou know'st That Essex hath the Saint that I adore Where ere did we meete thee and wanton springs That like a wag thou hast not laught at me And with regardles iesting mockt my loue Now many a sad and weary summer night My sighs haue drunke the dew from off the earth I haue taught the watchfull Niting-gale to wake And from the meadowes spring the earely larke An houre before she would haue rose to sing I haue loaded the poore minutes with my moanes That I haue made the heauy slow pasde houres To hang like heauie clogs vpon the day But deere Mounchensey had not my affection Seasde on the beauty of another dame Before I would giue o're the chase and wronge the loue Of one so worthy and so true a friend I will abiure both beauty and her sight And will in loue become a counterfeit Mount Deere Ierningham thou hast begot my life And from the mouth of he I where now I sate I feele my spirit rebound against the stars Thou hast conquerd me deere friend in my free soule Their time or death can by their power controule Fab Franke Ierningham thou art a gallant boy And were he not my pupill I would say He were as fine a metled gentleman Of as free spirit and of as fine a temper As is in England and he is a Man That very richly may deserue thy loue But noble Clare this while of our discourse What may Mounchensey honour to thy selfe Exact vpon the measure of thy grace Clar. Raymond Mounchensey I would haue thee know He does not breath this ayre Whose loue I cherish and whose soule I loue More then Mounchenseyes Nor euer in my life did see the man Whom for his wit and many vertuous parts I thinke more worthy of my sisters loue But since the matter growes vnto this passe I must not seeme to crosse my Fathers will But when thou list to visit her by night My horses sadled and the stable doore Stands ready for thee vse them at thy pleasure In honest mariage wed her frankly boy And if thou getst her lad God giue thee ioy Moun. Then care away let fates my fall pretend Backt with the fauours of so true a friend Fab. Let vs alone to bussell for the set For age and craft with wit and Art haue met I le make my spirits to dance such nightly Iigs Along the way twixt this and Totnam crosse The Carriers Iades shall cast their heauie packs And the strong hedges scarse shall keepe them in The Milke-maides Cuts shall turne the wenches off And lay the Dossers tumbling in the dust The franke and merry London prentises That come for creame and lusty country cheere Shall lose their way and scrambling in the ditches All night shall whoop and hollow cry and call Yet none to other finde the way at all Mount Pursue the proiect scholler what we can do To helpe indeauour ioyne our liues thereto Enter Banks Sir Iohn and

his free actiue spirits With a too sharpe spur for his minde to beare Haue patience sir the remedy to woe Is to leaue what of force we must forgoe Mill. And I must take a twelue moneths approbation That in meane time this sole and priuate life At the yeares end may fashion me a wife But sweet Mounchensey ere this yeare be done Thou 'st be a frier if that I be a Nun And father ere yong Ierninghams I le bee I will turne mad to spight both him and thee Cla. Wife come to horse and huswife make you ready For if I liue I sweare by this good light I le see you lodgde in Chesson house to night Moun. Raymond away thou seest how matters fall Churle hell consume thee and thy pelfe and all Fab. Now M. Clare you see how matters fadge Your Milliscent must needes be made a Nun VVell sir we are the men must plie this match Hold you your peace and be a looker on And send her vnto Chesson where he will I le send mee fellowes of a handful high Into the Cloysters where the Nuns frequent Shall make them skip like Does about the Dale And make the Lady prioresse of the house to play at leape-froge naked in their smockes Vntill the merry wenches at their masse Cry teehee weehee And tickling theese mad lasses in their flanckes Shall sprawle and squeke and pinch their fellow Nunnes Be liuely boyes before the wench we lose I le make the Abbas weare the Cannons hoose Exeunt Enter Harry Clare Francke Ierningham Peter Fabell and Milliscent Ha. Cla. Spight now hath done her worst sister be patient Ier. Forewarnd poore Raymonds company to heauen When the composure of weake frailtie meete Vpon this mart of durt O then weake loue Must in hir owne vnhappines be silent And winck on all deformities Milli. T is well Wher 's Raymond brother wher 's my deere Mounchensey Would wee might weepe together and then part Our sighing parle would much ease my heart Fab. Sweete beautie fould your sorrowes in the thought Of future reconcilement let your teares Shew you a woman but be no farther spent then from the eyes for sweete experience sayes That loue is firme that 's flattered with delayes Milli. Alas sir thinke you I shall ere be his Fab. As sure as parting smiles on future blisse Yond comes my friend see he hath doted So long vpon your beautie that your want Will with a pale retirement wast his blood For in true loue Musicke doth sweetly dwell Seuerd theese lesse worlds beare within them hell Enter Mounchensey Mount Harry and Francke you are enioynd to waine your friendship from mee we must part the breath of all aduised corruption pardon mee Faith I must say so you may thinke I loue you I breath not rougher spight do seuer vs Wee le meete by steale sweet friend by stealth you twaine Kisses are sweetest got with strugling paine Ier. Our friendship dies not Raymond Mount Pardon mee I am busied I haue lost my faculties And buried them in Milliscents cleere eyes Mill. Alas sweete Loue what shall become of me I must to Chesson to the Nunry I shall nere see thee more Moun. How sweete I le be thy votary wee le often meete This kisse diuides vs and breathes soft adiew This be a double charme to keepe both true Fab. Haue done your fathers may chance spie your parting Refuse not you by any meanes good sweetnes To goe vnto the Nunnery farre from hence Must wee beget your loues sweete happines You shall not stay there long your harder bed Shall be more soft when Nun and maide are dead Enter Bilbo Moun. Now sirra what 's the matter Bil. Mary you must to horse presently that villanous old gowty churle Sir Richard Clare longs till he bee at the Nunry Ha. Cla. How sir O I cry you mercy he is your father sir indeed but I am sure that there 's lesse affinitie betwixt your two natures then there is betweene a broker and a cutpurse Moun. Bring my gelding sirra Bil. Wel nothing greeues me but for the poore wench she must now cry vale to Lobster pies hartichokes and all such meates of mortalitie poore gentlewoman the signe must not be in virgo any longer with her and that me grieues full well Poore Milliscent Must pray and repent O fatalle wonder Shee le now be no fatter Loue must not come at her Yet she shall be keept vnder Exit Ier. Farwell deere Raymond Ha. Cla. Friend adew Mill. Deere sweete No ioy enioyes my hearte till wee next meete Exeunt Fab. Well Raymond now the tide of discontent Beats in thy face but er 't be long the wind Shall turne the flood wee must to Waltham abby And as faire Milliscent in Cheston liues A most vnwilling Nun so thou shalt there Become a beardles Nouice to what end Let time and future accidents declare Tast thou my slights thy loue I le onely share Mount Turne frier come my good Counseller le ts goe Yet that disguise will hardly shrowd my woe Exeunt Enter the Prioresse of Cheston with a Nun or two Sir Arthur Clare Sir Raph Ierningham Henry and Francke the Lady and Bilbo with Millisent La. Cla. Madam The loue vnto this holy sisterhood And our confirmd opinion of your zeale Hath truely wonne vs to bestow our Childe Rather on this then any neighbouring Cell Pri. Ihesus daughter Maries childe Holy matron woman milde For thee a masse shall still be sayd Euery sister drop a bead And those againe succeeding them For you shall sing a Requiem Frank The wench is gone Harry she is no more a woman of this world marke her well shee lookes like a Nun already what thinkst on her Har, By my faith her face comes handsomly to 't But peace le ts heare the rest Sir Ar. Madam for a tweluemonths approbation Wee meane to make this triall of our childe Your care and our deere blessing in meane time Wee pray may prosper this intended worke Pri. May your happy soule be blithe That so truely pay your tithe He who many children gaue T is fit that he one child should haue Then faire virgin heare my spell For I must your duty tell Mill. Good men and true stand together and heare your charge Pri. First a mornings take your booke The glasse wherein yourselfe must looke Your young thoughts so proud and iolly Must be turnd to motions holy For your buske attires and toyes Haue your thoughts on heauenly ioyes And for all your follies past You must do penance pray and fast Bil. Let her take heed of fasting and if euer she hurt her selfe with praying I le nere trust beast Mill. This goes hard berladye Pri. You shall ring the sacring bell Keepe your howers and tell your knell Rise at midnight to your mattens Read your Psalter sing your latins And when your blood shall kindle pleasure Scourge your selfe in plenteous measure Mill. Worse and worse by Saint Mary Fr. Sirra Hal how does she