Anonymous · published 1608 · first performed or written 1602 [1599-1604] (Annals) comedy · Lord Chamberlain's (Hunsdon's) Men · Globe unassigned nearest T26 Devils, hell and fiends · 501 words
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My dear. Where is Mountchensey? Where's my Buck. I will complain me of thee to the King. I'll complain unto the King you spoil his game: 'tis strange that men of your account and calling, will offer it, I tell you true, Sir Arthur and sir Raph, that none but you have only spoiled my game. I charge you stop us not. I charge you both ye get out of my ground. Is this a time for such as you, men of place and of your gravity, to be abroad a thieving! 'tis a shame, and afore God if I had shot at you, I had served you well enough. 'Sfoot 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 climbing over into an orchard for to steal some filberts: well, here I'll sit in the Church porch and wait for the rest of my consort. here's a sky as black as Lucifer, God bless us, here was goodman Theophilus buried, he was the best nutcracker that ever dwelled in Enfield: well, 'tis 9. o'clock, 'tis time to ring curfew. Lord bless us, what a white thing is that in the Church porch; O Lord my legs are too weak for my body, my hair is too stiff for my nightcap, my heart fails; this is the ghost of Theophilus, O Lord it follows me, I cannot say my prayers and one would give me a thousand pound: good spirit, I have bowled and drunk and followed the hounds with you a thousand times, though I have not the spirit now to deal with you; O Lord. Grass and hay, we are all mortal, who's there? We are grass and hay indeed; I know you to be Master Parson by your phrase. Sexton. ay Sir. For Mortality's sake, What's the matter? O Lord I am a man of another element; Master Theophilus' Ghost is in the Church porch, there was a hundred Cats all fire dancing here even now; and they are climbed up to the top of the steeple, i'll not into the belfry for a world. O good Salomon; I have been about a deed of darkness tonight: O Lord I saw fifteen spirits in the forest, like white bulls, if I lie I am an arrant thief: mortality haunts us; grass and hay the devils at our heels, and let's hence to the parsonages. What noise was that? 'tis the watch, sure that villainous unlucky rogue Smug is ta'en upon my life, and then all our villainy comes out, I heard one cry sure. If I go steal any more venison, I am a Paradox, 'sfoot I can scarce bear the sin of my flesh in the day, 'tis so heavy, if I turn not honest, and serve the good Duke of Norfolk, as true mareterraneum skinker should do, let me never look higher than the element of a Constable.
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My Deere. Where is Mountchensey? Wheres my Bucke. I will complaine me of thee to the King. Ile complaine vnto the King you spoile his game: Tis 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. I charge you stop vs not. 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! tis a shame, and a fore God if I had shot at you, I had serude you well enough. S'foote heeres a darke night indeed, I thinke I haue bin in fifteene ditches betweene this and the forrest: soft, heers Enfeilde Church: I am so wet with climing ouer into an orchard for to steale some filberts: well, heere Ile sit in the Church porch and wait for the rest of my consort. Heeres a sky as blacke as Luciser, God blesse vs, heere was goodman Theophilus buried, hee was the best Nutcraker that euer dwelt in Enfeild: well, tis 9. a clock, tis 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. Grasse and hey, we are all mortall, who's there? We are grasse and hay indeede; I know you to bee Master Parson by your phrase. Sexton. I Sir. For mortalities sake, What's the matter? 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, ile not into the bellfree for a world. 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 lets hence to the parsonages. What noise was that? tis 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. 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, tis 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.