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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

Smug. Banks Take me with you good Sir Iohn a plague on thee Smug and thou touchest liquor thou art founderd straight what are your braines alwayes water-milles must they euer runne round Smug. Banks your ale is a Philistine fox z'hart there 's fire i' th taile out you are a rogue to charge vs with Mugs i' th rereward a plague of this winde O it tickles our Catastrophe Sir Io. Neighbour Banks of Waltham and Goodman Smug the honest Smith of Edmonton as I dwell betwixt you both that Enfield I know the taste of both your ale houses they are good both smart both Hem Grasse and hay we are all mortall let 's liue till we die and be merry and there 's an end Banks Well said sir Iohn you are of the same humor still and doth the water runne the same way still boy Smug. Uulcan was a rogue to him Sir Iohn locke lock lock fast sir Iohn so sir Iohn I le one of these yeares when it shall please the Goddesses and the destinies be drunke in your company that 's all now and God fend vs health shall I sweare I loue you Sir Io. No oathes no oaths good neighbour Smug Wee l wet our lips together in hugge Car rouse in priuate and eleuate the hart And the liuer and the lights and the lights Marke you me within vs for hem Grasse and hay we are all mortall le ts liue till we die and be Merry and ther 's an end Banks But to our former motion about stealing some venison whither goe we Sir Io. Into the forrest neighbour Banks into Brians walke the madde keeper Smug. Zblood I le tickle your keeper Bank Y faith thou art alwayes drunke when we haue neede of thee Smug. Neede of mee z'hart you shall haue neede of mee alwayes while there 's yron in an Anuill Banks M. Parson may the Smith goe thinke you being in this taking Smug. Go I le goe in spight of all the belles in VValtham Sir Io. The question is good neighboure Banks let mee see the Moone shines to night ther 's not a narrow bridge betwixt this and the forrest his braine will be setled ere night he may go he may go neighbour Banks Now we want none but the company of mine host Blague at the George at Waltham if he were here our Consort were full looke where comes my good host the Duke of Norfolks man and how and how a hem grasse and hay wee are not yet mortall le ts liue till we die and be merry and ther 's an end Enter Host Host. Ha my Castilian dialogues and art thou in breath stil boy Miller doth the match hold Smith I see by thy eyes thou hast bin reading little Geneua print but wend we merrily to the forrest to steale some of the kings Deere I le meet you at the time appointed away I haue Knights and Colonells at my house must tend the Hungarians If we be scard in the forrest wee le meete in the Church-porch at Enfield i st Correspondent Ban. T is well but how if any of vs should be taken Smi. He shall haue ransome by the Lord Host. Tush the knaue keepers are my besonians my pensioners nine a clocke be valiant my little Gogmagogs I le fence with all the Iustices in Hartford shire I le haue a Bucke til I die I le slay a Doe while I liue hold your bow straight steady I serue the good duke of Norfolke Smu. O rare who ho ho boy Sir Io. Peace neighbor Smug you see this is a Boore a Boore of the country an illiterate Boore and yet the Cittizen of good fellowes come le ts prouide ahem Grasse and hay wee are not yet all mortall wee l liue till we die and be merry and there 's an end come Smug Smug. God night VValtham who ho ho boy Exeunt Enter the Knights and Gentlemen from breakfast againe Old Moun. Nor I for thee Clare not of this VVhat hast thou fed me all this while with shalles And com'st to tell me now thou lik'st it not Cla. I doe not hold thy offer competent Nor doe I like th' assurance of thy loue The title is so brangled with thy debts Old Mo. Too good for thee and knight thou knowst it well I fawnd not on thee for thy goods not I T was thine owne motion that thy wife doth know Lad. Husband it was so he lies not in that Clar. Hold thy chat queane Old Moun. To which I hearkned willingly and the rather Because I was perswaded it proceeded From loue thou bor'st to me and to my boy And gau'st him free accesse vnto thy house VVhere he hath not behaude him to thy childe But as befits a gentleman so doe Nor is my poore distressed state so low That I le shut vp my doores I warrant thee Let it suffice Mountchensey I mislike it Nor thinke thy sonne a match fit for my childe To tell thee Clare his blood is good and cleere As the best drop that panteth in thy veines But for this maide thy faire and vertuous childe She is no more disparagd by thy basenes Then the most orient and the pretious iewell Which still retaines his lustre and his beauty Although a slaue were owner of the same Cla. She is the last is left me to bestow And her I meane to dedicate to God Mount You doe sir Cla. Sir sir I doe she is mine owne Mount And pity she is so Damnation dog thee and thy wretched pelfe aside Cla. Not thou Mountchensey shalt bestow my childe Mount Neither shouldst thou bestow her where thou Mean'st Cla. What wilt thou doe Moun. No matter let that bee I will doe that perhaps shall anger thee Thou hast wrongd my loue and by Gods blessed Angell Thou shalt well know it Cla. Tut braue not me Moun. Braue thee base Churle were 't not for man-hood sake I say no more but that there be some by Whose blood is hotter then ours is Which being stird might make vs both repent This foolish meeting but Raph Clare Although thy father haue abused my friendship Yet I loue thee I doe my noble boy I doe yfaith Lady I doe do fill all the world with talke of vs man man I neuer lookt for better at your hands Fab. I hope your great experience and your yeeres Would haue prou'de patience rather to your soule Then with this frantique and vntamed passion To whet their skeans and but that I hope their friendships are too well confirmd And their minds temperd with more kindly heat Then for their froward parents soares That they should breake forth into publique brawles How ere the rough hand of th' untoward world Hath moulded your proceedings in this matter Yet I am sure the first intent was loue Then since the first spring was so sweet and warme Let it die gently ne're kill it with a scorne Ray. O thou base world how leprous is that soule That is once lim'd in that polluted mudde Oh sir Arthur you haue startled

truely Sir Ar. Stranger then all the rest Sir Rap. Did not I direct you to the house Confer with you from Waltham Abby Vnto Chesson wall Ben. I neuer saw you sir before this hower Sir Raph. The deuill thou didst not hoc Chamberlen Chamb. Anon anon Sir Ra. Call mine host Blague hither Cla. I will send one ouer to see if he be vp I thinke he bee scarce stirring yet Sir Rap. Why knaue didst thou not tell me an hower ago mine host was vp Cham. I sir my Master 's vp Sir Ra. You knaue is a vp and is a not vp Dost thou mocke mee Cham. I sir my M. is vp but I thinke M. Blague indeed be not stirring Sir Rap. Why who 's thy Master is not the Master of the house thy Master Cham. Yes sir but M. Blague dwells ouer the way Sir Ar. Is not this the George before God there 's some villany in this Cham. S foote our signes remooud this is strange Enter Blague trussing his points Bla. Chamberlen speake vp to the new lodgings Bid Nell looke well to the bakt meats How now my old Ienerts banke my horse My castle lie in Waltham all night and not vnder the Canopie of your host Blagues house Sir Ar. Mine host mine host we lay all night at the George in Waltham but whether the George be your fee-simple or no t is a doubtfull question looke vpon your signe Host. Body of Saint George this is mine ouerthwart neighbour hath done this to seduce my blind customers I le tickle his Catastrophe for this If I doe not indite him at next assisses for Burglary let me die of the yellowes for I see t is no boote in these dayes to serue the good Duke of Norfolke the villanous world is turnd manger one Iade deceiues another and your Ostler playes his part commonly for the fourth share haue wee Comedies in hand you whoreson villanous male London letcher Sir Ar. Mine host we haue had the moylingst night of it that euer we had in our liues Host. I st certaine Sir Rap. We haue bin in the Forrest all night almost Host. S'foot how did I misse you hart I was a stealing a Bucke there Sir Ar. A plague on you we were stayed for you Host. Were you my noble Romanes why you shall share the venison is a footing Sine Cerere Baccho friget Venus That is there 's a good breakfast prouided for a marriage that 's in my house this morning Sir Ar. A marriage mine host Host. A coniunction copulatiue a gallant match betweene your daughter and M. Raymond Mountchensey yong Iuuensus Sir Ar. How Host. T is firme t is done Wee le shew you a president i' th ciuill law for t Sir Rap. How I married Host. Leaue trickes and admiration there 's a cleanely paire of sheetes in the bed in Orchard chamber and they shall lie there what I le doe it I le serue the good Duke of Norfolke Sir Ar. Thou shalt repent this Blague Sir Rap. If any law in England will make thee smart for this expect it with all seuerity Host. I renounce your defiance if you parle so roughly I le barracado my gates against you stand faire bully Priest come off from the rereward what can you say now t was done in my house I haue shelter i' th Court for 't d ee see your bay window I serue the good duke of Norfolk t is his lodging storm I care not seruing the good Duke of Norfolk thou art an actor in this and thou shalt carry fire in thy face eternally Enter Smug Mountchensey Harry Clare and Milliscent Smug. Fire sblood there 's no fire in England like your Trinidado sacke is any man heere humorous we stole the venison and wee le iustifie it say you now Host. In good sooth Smug there 's more sacke on the fire Smug Smu. I do not take any exceptions against your sacke but if you le lend mee a picke staffe I le cudgle them all hence by this hand Host. I say thou shalt into the Celler Sm. s'foot mine Host shall s not grapple Pray pray you I could fight now for all the world like a Cockatrices ege shal s not serue the Duke of Norfolke Exit Host. In skipper in Sir Arth. Sirra hath young Mountchensey married your sister Ha. Cla. T is Certaine Sir her 's the priest that coupled them the parties ioyned and the honest witnesse that cride Amen Mount Sir Arthur Clare my new created Father I beseech you heare mee Sir Ar. Sir Sir you are a foolish boy you haue done that you cannot answere I dare be bould to ceaze her from you for shee 's a profest Nun Mill. With pardon sir that name is quite vndone This true-loue knot cancelles both maid and Nun When first you told me I should act that part How cold and bloody it crept ore my hart To Chesson with a smiling brow I went But yet deere sir it was to this intent That my sweete Raymond might find better meanes To steale me thence in breefe disguisd he came Like Nouice to old father Hildersham His tutor here did act that cunning part And in our loue hath ioynd much wit to art Cla. Is 't euen so Mill. With pardon therfore wee intreat your smiles Loue thwarted turnes itselfe to thousand wiles Cla. Young Maister Ierningham were you an actor in your owne loues abuse Ier. My thoughts good sir Did labour seriously vnto this end To wrong my selfe ere I de abuse my friend Host. He speakes like a Batchelor of musicke all in Numbers knights if I had knowne you would haue let this couy of Partridges sit thus long vpon their knees vnder my signe post I would haue spred my dore with old Couerlids Sir Ar. Well sir for this your signe was remoued was it Host. Faith wee followed the directions of the deuill Master Peter Fabell and Smug Lord blesse vs could neuer stand vpright since Sir Ar. You sir t was you was his minister that married them Sir Io. Sir to proue my selfe an honest man being that I was last night in the forrest stealing Venison now sir to haue you stand my friend if that matter should bee calld in question I married you daughter to this worthy gentleman Sir Ar. I may chaunce to requite you and make your necke crack for 't Sir Io. If you doe I am as resolute as my Neighbour vicar of Waltham Abby ahem Grasse and hay wee are all mortall Le ts liue till we be hangd mine host And be merry and there 's an end Fab. Now knights I enter now my part begins To end this difference know at first I knew What you intended ere your loue tooke flight From old Mountchensey you sir Arthur Clare Were minded to haue married this sweete beauty To yong Franke Ierningham to crosse which match I vsde some pretty sleights but I protest Such as but sate vpon the skirts of Art No coniurations nor such weighty spells As tie the soule to their performancy Theese for his loue who once was my deere puple Haue I effected now mee thinks t is strange That you being old in wisedome should thus knit Your forehead on this match since reason failes No law can curbe the louers rash attempt Yeares in resisting this are sadly spent Smile then vpon your daughter and kind sonne And let our toyle to future ages proue The deuill of Edmonton did good in Loue Sir Ar. Well t is in vaine to crosse the prouidence Deere Sonne I take thee vp into my hart Rise daughter this is a kind fathers part Host. Why Sir George send for Spindles noise presently Ha er t be night I le serue the good Duke of Norfolke Pri. Grasse and hay mine host le ts liue till we die and be mery and there 's an end Sir Ar. What is breakfast ready mine Host Host. T is my little Hebrew Sir Ar. Sirra ride strait to Chesson Nunry Fetch thence my Lady the house I know By this time misses their yong votary Come knights le ts in Bil. I will to horse presentlye sir a plague a my Lady I shall misse a good breakfast Smug how chaunce you cut so plaguely behind Smug Smu. Stand away I le founder you else Bil. Farewell Smug thou art in another element Smu. I will be by and by I will be Sir George againe Sir Ar. Take heed the fellow do not hurt himselfe Sir Rap. Did we not last night find two S. Georges here Fab. Yes Knights this martialist was one of them Cla. Then thus conclude your night of meriment Exeunt Omnes FINIS

Lords too haue bene drunke in my house I thanke the destinies Har. Pre'the good sinful Inkeeper wil that corruption thine Ostler looke well to my geldings Hay a poxe a these rushes Host. You Saint Dennis your geldings shall walke without doores and coole his feete for his masters sake by the body of S George I haue an excellent intellect to go steale some venison now when wast thou in the forrest Har. Away you stale messe of white broth Come hither sister let me helpe you Clare Mine Host is not Sir Richard Mounchensey come yet according to our appointment when we last dinde here Host. The knight 's not yet apparent marry heere 's a forerunner that summons a parle and saith hee le be here top and top-gallant presently Clare T is well good mine host goe downe and see breakfast be prouided Host. Knight thy breath hath the force of a woman it takes me downe I am for the baser element of the kitchin I retire like a valiant souldiers face point blanke to the foe-man or like a Courtier that must not shew the Prince his posteriors vanish to know my canuasadoes and my interrogatories for I serue the good Duke of Norfolke Exit Cla. How doth my Lady are you not weary Madam Come hither I must talke in priuate with you My daughter Milliscent must not ouer-heare Mill. I whispring pray God it tend my good Strange feare assailes my heart vsurps my blood Cla. You know our meeting with the knight Mounehensey Is to assure our daughter to his heire Dor. T is without question Cla. Two tedious winters haue past ore since first These couple lou'd each other and in passion Glewd first their naked hands with youthfull moysture Iust so long on my knowledge Dor. And what of this Cla. This morning should my daughter lose her name And to Mounchenseys house conuey our armes Quartered within his scutchion th' affiance made Twixt him and her this morning should be sealde Dor. I know it should Clar. But there are crosses wife heere 's one in Waltham Another at the Abby and the third At Cheston and t is ominous to passe Any of these without a pater-noster Crosses of loue still thwart this marriage Whilst that we two like spirits walke in night About those stony and hard hearted plots Mill. O God what meanes my father Cla. For looke you wife the riotous old knight Hath o'rerun his annual reuenue In keeping iolly Christmas all the yeere The nostrilles of his chimny are still stuft With smoake more chargeable then Cane-tobacco His hawkes deuoure his fattest dogs whilst simple His leanest curres eate him hounds carrion Besides I heard of late his yonger brother A Turky merchant hath sure suck'de the knight By meanes of some great losses on the sea That you conceiue mee before God all naught His seate is weake thus each thing rightly scand You 'le see a flight wife shortly of his land Mill. Treason to my hearts truest soueraigne How soone is loue smothered in foggy gaine Dor. But how shall we preuent this dangerous match Cla. I haue a plot a tricke and this it is Vnder this colour I le breake off the match I le tell the knight that now my minde is changd For marrying of my daughter for I intend To send her vnto Cheston Nunry Mill. O me accurst Cla. There to become a most religious Nunne Mill. I le first be buried quicke Clar. To spend her beauty in most priuate prayers Mill. I le sooner be a sinner in forsaking Mother and father Cla. How dost like my plot Dor. Exceeding well but is it your intent She shall continue there Cla. Continue there Ha ha that were a iest You know a virgin may continue there A twelue moneth and a day onely on triall There shall my daughter soiourne some three moneths And in meane time I le compasse a faire match Twixt youthfull Ierningham the lusty heire Of Sir Raph Ierningham dwelling in the forrest I thinke they 'le both come hither with Mounchensey Exeunt Dor. Your care argues the loue you beare our childe I will subcribe to any thing you le haue me Mill. You will subscribe to it good good t is well Loue hath two chaires of state heauen and hell My deere Mounchensey thou my death shalt rue Ere to thy heart Milliscent proue vntrue Exit Enter Blague Host. Ostlers you knaues and commanders take the horses of the knights and competitors your honourable hulkes haue put into harborough thei le take in fresh water here and I haue prouided cleane chamber-pots Via they come Enter Sir Richard Mounchensey Sir Raph Ierningham yong Franke Ierningham Raymond Mounchensey Peter Fabell and Bilbo Host. The destinies be most neate Chamberlaines to these swaggering puritanes knights of the subsidy Sir Moun. God a mercy good mine host Sir Ier. Thankes good host Blague Host. Roome for my case of pistolles that haue Greeke and Latine bullets in them let me cling to your flanks my nimble Giberalters and blow wind in your calues to make them swell bigger Ha I le caper in mine owne fee-simple away with puntillioes and Orthography I serue the good Duke of Norfolke Bilbo Tityre tu patulae recubens sub tegmine fagi. Bil. Truely mine host Bilbo though he be somewhat out of fashion will be your onely blade still I haue a villanous sharp stomacke to slice a breakfast Host. Thou shalt haue it without any more discontinuance releases or atturnement what we know our termes of hunting and the sea-card Bil. And doe you serue the good duke of Norfolke still Host. Still and still and still my souldier of S Quentin's come follow me I haue Charles waine below in a but of sacke t' will glister like your Crabefish Bil. You haue fine Scholler-like tearmes your Coopers Dixionary is your onely booke to study in a celler a man shall finde very strange words in it come my host le ts serue the good duke of Norfolke Host. And still and still and still my boy I le serue the good duke of Norfolke Ier. Good Sir Arthur Clare Clar. What Gentleman is that I know him not Moun. T is M. Fabell Sir a Cambridge scholler My sonnes deere friend Clar. Sir I intreat you know me Fab. Command me sir I am affected to you For your Mounchenseys sake Clar. Alas for him I not respect whether he sinke or swim A word in priuate Sir Raph Ierningham Ray. Me thinks your father looketh strangely on me Say loue why are you sad Mill. I am not sweete Passion is strong when woe with woe doth meete Clar. Shall 's in to breakfast after wee 'l conclude The cause of this our comming in and feed And let that vsher a more serious deed Mill. Whilst you desire his griefe my heart shall bleed Yong Ier. Raymond Mounchensey come be frolick friend This is the day thou hast expected long Ray. Pray God deere Harry Clare it proue so happy Ier. There 's nought can alter it be merry lad Fab.