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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

let vs serue the good Duke of Norfolke but where is Smug Smu. Here a poxe on yee all dogs I haue kild the greatest Bucke in Brians walke shift for your selues all the keepers are vp le ts meete in Enfield church porch away we are all taken els Exeunt Enter Brian with his man and his hound Bri. Raph hearst thou any stirring Raph. I heard one speake here hard by in the bottome peace Maister speake low zownes if I did not heare a bow goe off and the Bucke bray I neuer heard deere in my life Bri. When went your fellows out into their walks Ra. An hower a goe Bri. S'life is there stealers abroad and they cannot heare of them where the deuill are my men to night sirra goe vp the wind towards Buckleyes lodge I le cast about the bottome with my hound and I will meete thee vnder Conyocke Ra. I will Sir Exit Bri. How now by the masse my hound stayes vpon something harke harke Bowman harke harke there Mill. Brother Franke Ierningham brother Clare Bri. Peace that 's a womans voyce stand who 's there stand or I le shoote Milli. O Lord hold your hands I meane no harme sir Bri. Speake who are you Milli. I am a maid sir who M. Brian Bri. The very same sure I should know her voyce Mistris Milliscent Mill. I it is I sir Bri. God for his passion what make you here alone I lookd for you at my lodge an hower agoe what meanes your company to leaue you thus who brought you hither Mill. My brother Sir and M. Ierningham who hearing folks about vs in the Chase feard it had bin sir Arthur and my father who had pursude vs thus dispearsed our selues till they were past vs Bri But where be they Mill. They be not farre off here about the groue Enter Clare and Ierningham Cla. Be not afraid man I heard Brian's tongue that 's certain Ier. Call softly for your sister Cla. Milliscent Mill. I brother heere Bri. M. Clare Cla. I told you it was Brian Bri. Whoe 's that M. Ierningham you are a couple of hot-shots does a man commit his wench to you to put her to grasse at this time of night Ier. We heard a noyse about her in the chase And fearing that our fathers had pursude vs seuerd ourselues Cla. Brian how hapd'st thou on her Bri. Seeking for stealers are abroad to night My hound staied on her and so found her out Cla. They were these stealers that affrighted vs I was hard vpon them when they horst their Deere And I perceiue they tooke me for a keeper Bri. Which way tooke they Ier. Towards Enfeild Bri. A plague vpon 't that 's that damned Priest Blague of the George he that serues the good Duke of Norfolke A noyse within Follow follow follow Cla. Peace that 's my fathers voyce Bri. Zownds you suspected them and now they are heere indeed Mill. Alas what shall we doe Bri. If you goe to the lodge you are surely taken Strike downe the wood to Enfeild presently And if Mounchensey come I le send him t'yee Let mee alone to bussle with your father I warrant you that I will keepe them play Till you haue quit the chase away away Whoe 's there Enter the Knights Sir Rap. In the kings name pursue the Rauisher Bri. Stand or I le shoote Sir Ar. Whoe 's there Bri. I am the keeper that doe charge you stand You haue stollen my Deere Sir Ar. We stolne thy Deere we do pursue a thiefe Bri. You are arrant theeues and ye haue stolne my Deere Sir Rap. We are Knights sir Arthur Clare and sir Raph Ierningham Bri. The more your shame that Knights should bee such thieues Sir Ar. Who or what art thou Bri. My name is Brian keeper of this walke Sir Rap. O Brian a villain Thou hast receiued my daughter to thy lodge Bri. You haue stolne the best Deere in my walke to night my Deere Sir Ar. My daughter Stop not my way Bri. What make you in my walke you haue stolne the best Bucke in my walke to night Sir Ar. My daughter Bri. My Deere Sir Rap. Where is Mountchensey Bri. Where 's my Bucke Sir Ar. I will complaine me of thee to the King Bri. I le complaine vnto the King you spoile his game T is strange that men of your account and calling will offer it I tell you true Sir Arthur and sir Raph that none but you haue onely spoild my game Sir Ar. I charge you stop vs not Bri. I charge you both ye get out of my ground Is this a time for such as you men of place and of your grauity to be abroad a theeuing t is a shame and a fore God if I had shot at you I had serude you well enough Enter Banks the miller wet on his legs Ban. S'foote heere 's a darke night indeed I thinke I haue bin in fifteene ditches betweene this and the forrest soft heer 's Enfeilde Church I am so wet with climing ouer into an orchard for to steale some filberts well heere I le sit in the Church porch and wait for the rest of my consort Enter the Sexton Sex Heere 's a sky as blacke as Lucifer God blesse vs heere was goodman Theophilus buried hee was the best Nutcraker that euer dwelt in Enfeild well t is 9. a clock t is time to ring curfew Lord blesse vs what a white thing is that in the Church porch O Lorde my legges are too weake for my body my haire is too stiffe for my night-cap my heart failes this is the ghost of Theophilus O Lord it followes me I cannot say my prayers and one would giue me a thousand pound good spirit I haue bowld and drunke and followed the hounds with you a thousand times though I haue not the spirit now to deale with you O Lord Enter Priest Prie. Grasse and hey we are all mortall who 's there Sex We are grasse and hay indeede I know you to bee Master Parson by your phrase Prie. Sexton Sex I Sir Prie. For mortalities sake What 's the matter Sex O Lord I am a man of another element Maister Theophilus Ghost is in the Church porch there was a hundred Cats all fire dancing here euen now and they are clombe vp to the top of the steeple I le not into the bellfree for a world Prie. O good Salomon I haue bin about a deede of darknes to night O Lord I saw fifteen spirits in the forrest like white bulles if I lye I am an arrant theefe mortalitie haunts vs grasse and hay the deuills at our heeles and le ts hence to the parsonages Exeunt The Miller comes out very softly Mill. What noise was that t is the watch sure that villanous vnlucky rogue Smug is taine vpon my life and then all our villeny comes out I heard one cry sure Enter Host Blague Host. If I go steale any more veneson I am a Paradox s'foot I can scarce beare the sinne of my flesh in the day t

is so heauy if I turne not honest and serue the good Duke of Norfolke as true mareterraneum skinker should doe let me neuer looke higher then the element of a Constable Milla. By the Lord there are some watchmen I heare them name Maister Constable I would to God my Mill were an Eunuch and wanted her stones so I were hence Host. Who 's there Mille. T is the Constable by this light I le steale hence and if I can meete mine host Blague I le tell him how Smug is taine and will him to looke to him selfe Exit Host. What the deuill is that white thing this same is a Church-yard and I haue heard that ghosts and villenous goblins haue beene seene here Enter Sexton and Priest Pri. Grasse and hay O that I could coniure wee saw a spirite here in the Church-yeard and in the fallow field ther 's the deuill with a mans body vpon his backe in a white sheet Sex It may be a womans body Sir Iohn Pri. If shee be a woman the sheets damne her Lord blesse vs what a night of mortalitie is this Host. Priest Pri. Mine host Host. Did you not see a spirit all in white crosse you at the stile Priest O no mine host but there sate one in the porch I haue not breath ynough left to blesse me from the Deuill Host. Whoe 's that Pri. The Sexton almost frighted out of his wits Did you see Banks or Smug Host. No they are gone to Waltham sure I would faine hence come le ts to my house I le nere serue the duke of Norfolk in this fashion againe whilst I breath If the deuill be amongst vs t is time to hoist saile and cry roomer Keepe together Sexton thou art secret what le ts be comfortable one to another Pri. We are all mortall mine host Host. True and I le serue God in the night hereafter afore the Duke of Norfolke Exeunt Enter Sir Raph Clare and Sir Arthur Ierningham trussing their points as new vp Sir Rap. Good morrow gentle knight A happy day after your short nights rest Sir Ar. Ha ha sir Raph stirring so soone indeed Birlady sir rest would haue done right well Our riding late last night has made mee drowsie Goe to goe to those dayes are gone with vs Sir Ra. Sir Arthur Sir Arthur care go with those dayes Let 'am euen goe together let 'am goe T is time yfaith that wee were in our graues When Children leaue obedience to their parents When there 's no feare of God no care no dutie Well well nay nay it shall not doe it shall not No Mountchensey thoust heare on 't thou shalt Thou shalt yfaith I le hang thy Son if there be law in England A mans Child rauisht from a Nunry This is rare well well ther 's one gone for Frier Hildersam Sir Ar. Nay gentle Knight do not vexe thus It will but hurt your health You cannot greeue more then I doe but to what end but harke you Sir Raph I was about to say somthing it makes no matter But hearke you in your eare the Frier 's a knaue but God forgiue me a man cannot tel neither s'foot I am so out of patience I know not what to say Sir Ra. Ther 's one went for the Frier an hower agoe Comes he not yet s'foot if I do find knauery vnde rs cowle i tickle him I le firke him here here hee 's here hee 's here Good morrow Frier good morrow gentle Frier Enter Hildersham Sir Ar. Good morrow father Hildersham good morrow Hild. Good morrow reuerend Knights vnto you both Sir Ar. Father how now you heare how matters go I am vndone my Childe is cast away You did your best at least I thinke the best But we are all crost flately all is dasht Hild. Alas good knights how might the matter be Let mee vnderstand your greefe for Charity Sir Ar. Who does not vnderstand my griefes alas alas And yet yee do not will the Church permit A Nun in approbation of her habit To be rauished Hild. A holy woman benedicite now God forfend that any should presume to touch the sister of a holy house Sir Ar. Thesus deliuer mee Sir Ra. Why Millisent the daughter of this Knight Is out of Chesson taken the last night Hild. Was that faire maiden late become a Nun Sir Ra. Was she quotha knauery knauery knauery I smell it I smell it yfaith is the wind in that dore is it euen so doost thou aske me that now Hild. It is the First time that I ere heard of it Sir Ar. That 's very strange Sir Ra. Why tell me Frier tell mee thou art counted a holy man doe not play the hypocrite with me nor beare with mee I cannot dissemble did I ought but by thy own consent by thy allowance nay further by thy warrant Hild. Why Reuerend knight Sir Ra. Vnreuerend Frier Hild. Nay then giue me leaue sir to depart in quiet I had hopd you had sent for mee to some other end Sir Ar. Nay stay good Frier if any thing hath hapd About this matter in thy Ioue to vs That thy strickt order cannot iustifie Admit it be so we will couer it Take no care man Disclayme me not thy counsell and aduise The wisest man that is may be orereacht Hild. Sir Arthur by my order and my faith I know not what you meane Sir Ar. By your order and your faith this is most strange of all Why tell mee Frier are not you Confessor to my Son Francke Hild. Yes that I am Sir Ra. And did not this good knight here and my selfe Confesse with you being his ghostly Father To deale with him about th' unbanded marriage Betwixt him and that faire young Millisent Hild. I neuer heard of any match intended Sir Ar. Did not we breake our minds that very time That our deuice of making her a Nun was but a colour and a very plotte To put by young Mountchensey i st not true Hild. The more I striue to know what you should meane the lesse I vnderstand you Sir Rap. Did not you tell vs still how Peter Fabell at length would crosse vs if we tooke not heed Hild. I haue heard of one that is a great magician But hee s about the Vniuersity Sir Rap. Did not you send your nouice Benedic To perswade the girle to leaue Mountchenseys loue To crosse that Peter Fabell in his art And to that purpose made him visitor Hild. I neuer sent my nouice from the house Nor haue we made our visitation yet Sir Ar. Neuer sent him nay did he not goe and did not I direct him to the house and conferre with him by the way and did he not tell me what charge he had receiued from you word by word as I requested at your hands Hild. That you shall know hee came along with me and stayes without come hither Benedic Enter Benedic Yong Benedic were you ere sent by me to Chesson Nunnery for a visitor Ben. Neuer sir

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