Category: Humour

The Merry Devil of Edmonton

[Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Dorcas, his Lady, Milliscent, his daughter, young Harry Clare; the men booted, the gentlewomen in cloaks and safeguards. Blague, the merry host of the George, comes in with them.]

Chapters

9. Chapter 9

BLAGUE. Come, ye Hungarian pilchers, we are once more come under the zona torrida of the forest. Let’s be resolute, let’s fly to and again; and if the devil come, we’ll put him...

8. Chapter 8

SIR ARTHUR. Holy young Novice, I have told you now My full intent, and do refer the rest To your professed secrecy and care: And see, Our serious speech hath stolen upon the way...

12. Chapter 12

SIR ARTHUR. Mine host, mine host, we lay all night at the George in Waltham; but whether the George be your fee-simple or no, tis a doubtful question: look upon your sign.

3. Chapter 3

FABELL. Good old Mounchensey, is thy hap so ill, That for thy bounty and thy royall parts Thy kind alliance should be held in scorn, And after all these promises by Clare Refuse...

11. Chapter 11

SIR ARTHUR. Ha, ha, sir Raph, stirring so soon indeed? Birlady, sir, rest would have done right well; Our riding late last night has made me drowsy. Go to, go to, those days are...

7. Chapter 7

LADY CLARE. Madam, The love unto this holy sisterhood, And our confirmd opinion of your zeal Hath truly won us to bestow our Child Rather on this then any neighbouring Cell.

1. Chapter 1

[Enter Sir Arthur Clare, Dorcas, his Lady, Milliscent, his daughter, young Harry Clare; the men booted, the gentlewomen in cloaks and safeguards. Blague, the merry host of the G...

5. Chapter 5

OLD MOUNTCHESNEY. Nor I for thee, Clare, not of this. What? hast thou fed me all this while with shalles. And com’st to tell me now, thou lik’st it not?

10. Chapter 10

BANKS. S’foot, here’s a dark night indeed! I think I have been in fifteen ditches between this and the forest. Soft, here’s Enfield Church: I am so wet with climing over into an...

4. Chapter 4

BANKS. Take me with you, good Sir John! A plague on thee, Smug, and thou touchest liquor, thou art founderd straight. What, are your brains always water-mills? must they ever ru...

6. Chapter 6

JERNINGHAM. Forewarned poor Raymonds company! O heaven! When the composure of weak frailty meet Upon this mart of durt, O, then weak love Must in her own unhappiness be silent,...

2. Chapter 2

HOST. Ostlers, you knaves and commanders, take the horses of the knights and competitors: your honourable hulks have put into harborough, they’ll take in fresh water here, and I...