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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

hold hir countenance wel goe thy wayes if euer thou proue a Nun I le build an Abby Har. She may be a Nun but if euer shee prooue an Anchoresse I le dig her graue with my nailes Fra. To her againe mother Har. Hold thine owne wench Prio. You must read the mornings masse You must creepe vnto the Crosse Put cold ashes on your head Haue a haire cloth for your bed Bil. She had rather haue a man in her bed Prio. Bind your beads and tell your needes Your holy Auies and your Creedes Holy maide this must be done Yf you meane to liue a Nun Mill. The holy maide will be no Nun Sir Ar. Madam we haue some busines of import And must be gone Wil t please you take my wife into your closet Who further will acquaint you with my mind And so good madam for this time adiew Exeunt women Sir Ra. Well now Francke Clare how saiest thou to be breefe What wilt thou say for all this if we two Thy father and my selfe can bring about That we conuert this Nun to be a wife And thou the husband to this pretty Nun How then my lad ha Francke it may be done Har. I now it workes Fra. O god sir you amaze mee at your words Thinke with your selfe sir what a thing it were To cause a recluse to remoue her vow A maymed contrite and repentant soule Euer mortified with fasting and with prayer Whose thoughts euen as hir eyes are fixd on heauen To drawe a virgin thus deuour'd with zeale Backe to the world O impious deede Nor by the Canon Law can it be done Without a dispensation from the Church Besides she is so prone vnto this life As shee le euen shreeke to heare a husband namde Bil. I a poore innocent shee well here 's no knauery hee flowts the old fooles to their teeth Sir Raph. Boy I am glad to heare Thou mak'st such scruple of that conscience And in a man so young as is your selfe I promise you t is very seldome seene But Franke this is a tricke a meere deuise A sleight plotted betwixt her father and my selfe To thrust Mounchenseys nose besides the cushion That being thus debard of all accesse Time yet may worke him from her thoughts And giue thee ample scope to thy desires Bil. A plague on you both for a couple of Iewes Har. How now Franke what say you to that Fran. Let me alone I warrant thee Sir assurde that this motion doth proceede From your most kinde and fatherly affection I do dispose my liking to your pleasure But for it is a matter of such moment As holy marriage I must craue thus much To haue some conference with my ghostly father Frier Hildersham here by at Waltham Abby To be absolude of things that it is fit None only but my confessor should know Sir Ar. With all my heart he is a reuerend man and to morrow morning wee will meet all at the Abby whereby th' opnion of that reuerend man Wee will proceede I like it passing well Till then we part boy I thinke of it farewell A parents care no mortall tongue can tell Exeunt Enter Sir Arthur Clare and Raymond Mounchensey like a Frier Sir Ar. Holy yong Nouice I haue told you now My full intent and doe refer the rest To your professed secrecy and care And see Our serious speech hath stolne vpon the way That we are come vnto the Abby gate Because I know Mountchensey is a foxe That craftily doth ouerlooke my doings I le not be seene not I Tush I haue done I had a daughter but shee 's now a Nun Farewell deere sonne farewell Exit Moun, Fare you well I you haue done Your daughter sir shall not be long a Nun O my rare Tutor neuer mortall braine Plotted out such a masse of policie And my deere bosome is so great with laughter Begot by his simplicity and error My soule is fallen in labour with her ioy O my true friends Franke Ierningham and Clare Did you now know but how this iest takes fire That good sir Arthur thinking me a nouice Hath euen powrd himselfe into my bosome O you would vent your spleenes with tickling mirth But Raymond peace and haue an eye about For feare perhaps some of the Nuns looke out Peace and charity within Neuer touch't with deadly sin I cast my holy water poore On this wall and on this doore That from euill shall defend And keepe you from the vgly fiend Euill spirit by night nor day Shall approach or come this way Elfe nor Fary by this grace Day nor night shall haunt this place Who 's that which knocks ha who 's there Holy maidens knocke Answere within Mount Gentle Nun here is a Frier Nun. A Frier without now Christ vs saue Enter Nun. Holy man what wouldst thou haue Mount Holy mayde I hither come From Frier and father Hildersome By the fauour and the grace Of the Prioresse of this place Amongst you all to visit one That 's come for approbation Before she was as now you are The daughter of Sir Arthur Clare But since she now became a Nun Call'd Milliscent of Edmunton Nun. Holy man repose you there This newes I le to our Abbas beare To tell what a man is sent And your message and intent Mount Benedicite Nun. Benedicite Exit Mount Doe my good plumpe wench if all fall right I le make your sister-hood one lesse by night Now happy fortune speede this merry drift I like a wench comes roundly to her shrift Enter Lady Milliscent Lad. Haue Friers recourse then to the house of Nuns Mill. Madam it is the order of this place When any virgin comes for approbation Lest that for feare or such sinister practise Shee should be forcde to vndergoe this vaile Which should proceed from conscience and deuotion A visitor is sent from Waltham house To take the true confession of the maide Lady Is that the order I commend it well You to your shrift I le backe vnto the cell Exit Mount Life of my soule bright Angel Mill. What meanes the Frier Mount O Milliscent t is I Mill. My heart misgiues me I should know that voyce You who are you The holy virgin blesse me Tell me your name you shall ere you confesse me Mount Mountchensey thy true friend Mill. My Raymond my deere heart Sweete life giue leaue to my distracted soule To wake a little from this swoone of ioy By what meanes camst thou to assume this shape Mount By meanes of Peter Fabell my kind Tutor Who in the habite of Frier Hildersham Franke Ierninghams old friend and confessor Plotted by Franke by Fabell and my selfe And so deliuered to Sir Arthur Clare Who brought me heere vnto the Abby gate To be his Nun-made daughters visitor Mill. You are all sweete traytors to my poore old father O my deere life I was a dream't to night That as I was a praying in mine Psalter There came a spirit vnto me as I kneeld And