ACT 4*
4.1
MISTRESS GENEROUS enters with ROBIN [bridled].

562Mistress Generous.Know you this jingling bridle, if you see’t again? I wanted but a pair of jingling spurs to make you mend your pace and put you into a sweat.

563Robin.Yes, I have reason to know it after my hard journey. They say there be light women, but for your own part, though you be merry, yet I may be sorry for your heaviness*.

564Mistress Generous.I see thou art not quite tired by shaking of thyself. ’Tis a sign that as thou hast brought me hither, so thou art able to bear me back, and so you are like, good Robert. You will not let me have your master’s gelding; you will not. Well, sir, as you like this journey, so deny him* to me hereafter.

565Robin.You say well, mistress. You have jaded me*   [Aside]   a pox take you for a jade! —   [Aloud]   Now I bethink myself how damnably did I ride last night and how devilishly have I been rid now.

566Mistress Generous.Do you grumble, you groom?   [She removes the bridle.]   Now the bridle’s off, I turn thee to grazing; gramercy, my good horse. I have no better provender for thee at this time. Thou hadst best like Æsop’s ass to feed upon thistles*, of which this place will afford thee plenty. I am bid to a better banquet, which done, I’ll take thee up from grass, spur cut, and make a shortcut home*. Farewell.[She exits.]

567Robin.A pox upon your tail!
All the witches enter [with the BOY and spirits] and MALL at several doors. [After them, MISTRESS GENEROUS re-enters; ROBIN remains aside.]

568All.The lady of the feast is come! Welcome, welcome!

569Mistress GenerousIs all the cheer that was prepared to grace the wedding feast yet come?

570Goody Dickieson.Part of it’s here. The other we must pull for.   [Pointing to ROBIN]   But what’s he?

571Mistress Generous.My horse, my horse! Ha, ha, ha!

572All.Ha, ha, ha![All witches, BOY, and spirits exit. ROBIN remains.]

573Robin.‘My horse, my horse’! I would I were now some country major and in authority, to see if I would not venture to rouse your Satanical sisterhood*: ‘Horse, horse, see thou be, and where I point thee, carry me.’ Is that the trick on’t? The devil himself shall be her carrier next if I can shun her, and yet my master will not believe there’s any witches. There’s no running away, for I neither know how nor whether; besides, to my thinking, there’s a deep ditch and a high quickset about me. How shall I pass the time? What place is this? It looks like an old barn. I’ll peep in at some cranny or other, and try if I can see what they are doing.   [He finds a vantage point and peers in.]   Such a bevy of beldams did I never behold; and cramming like so many cormorants! Marry, choke you, with a mischief!*
[All witches, BOY, and spirits re-enter, as though inside the barn. ROBIN, aside, peers at them through the cranny.]

574Goody Dickieson.   [Impatiently]    Whoop, whirr, here’s a stir,
        Never a cat, never a cur,
        But that we must have this demur.

575Mall.A second course!
[They pull on ropes.]

576Mistress Generous.Pull*, and pull hard
        For all that hath lately been prepared
        For the great wedding feast.

577Mall.As chief,
        Of Doughty’s sirloin of roast beef.

578All.Ha, ha, ha!
[They pull on ropes. and the beef appears.]

579Meg.’Tis come, ’tis come.

580Maud.Where hath it all this while been?

581Meg.Some
        Delay hath kept it. Now ’tis here.
        For bottles next of wine and beer,
        The merchants’ cellars they shall pay for’t.
[They pull on ropes. and wine and beer appear.]

        What sod or roast meat more, pray tell?

583Goody Dickieson.Pull for the poultry, fowl, and fish,
        For empty shall not be a dish.
[They pull in fowl and fish dishes.]

584Robin.   [Aside, grazing]   A pox take them! Must only they feed upon hot meat, and I upon nothing but cold salads?

585Mistress Generous.This meat is tedious. Now some fairy
        Fetch what belongs unto the dairy.
[They pull in dairy dishes.]

586Mall.That’s butter, milk, whey, curds, and cheese;
        We nothing by the bargain leese.

587All.Ha, ha, ha!

588Goody Dickieson.   [Giving food]   Boy, there’s meat for you.

589Boy.   [Accepts food, but merely nibbles once.]   Thank you.

590Goody Dickieson.   [Giving a cup]   And drink too.
[The BOY accepts the offer, but sips only once.]

591Meg.   [To the other witches]   What beast was by thee hither rid?

592Maud.A badger nab.

593Meg.And I bestrid
        A porcupine that never pricked*.

594Mall.The dull sides of a bear* I kicked.
        I know how you rid, Lady Nan.

595Mistress Generous.Ha, ha, ha! Upon the knave, my man!

596Robin.   [Aside]   A murrain take you! I am sure my hoofs paid for’t.

597Boy.Meat, lie there, for thou hast no taste, and drink, there, for thou hast no relish, for in neither of them is there either salt or savour.*

598All.Pull for the posset! Pull!
[They pull on the ropes and draw in the posset.]

599Robin.   [Aside]   The bride’s posset on my life! Nay, if they come to their spoon–meat once, I hope they’ll break up their feast presently.

600Mistress Generous.So, those that are our waiters near,
        Take hence this wedding cheer.
        We will be lively all,
        And make this barn our hall.
[Spirits remove the food and drink.]

601Goody Dickieson.You, our familiars, come.
        In speech let all be dumb,
        And to close up our feast,
        To welcome every guest,
        A merry round let’s dance.

602Meg.Some music then i’th’ air
        Whilst thus by pair and pair
        We nimbly foot it. Strike!Music [plays].

603Mall.We are obeyed.

604Sprite.And we hell’s ministers shall lend our aid.
Dance and song together, in the time of which the BOY speaks.

605Boy.   [Aside]   Now whilst they are in their jolliy, and do not mind me, I’ll steal away’, and shift for myself, though I lose my life for’t.He exits.

606Meg.Enough, enough! Now part
        To see the bride’s vexed heart,
        The bridegroom’s too, and all
        That vomit up their gall
        For lack o’th’ wedding cheer.

607Goody Dickieson.   [Looking around in confusion]   But stay, where’s the boy? Look out: if he escape us, we are all betrayed!
[The witches begin to search.]

608Meg.No following further! Yonder horsemen come.
        In vain is our pursuit; let’s break up court.

609Goody Dickieson.Where shall we next meet?

610Maud. At mill.*

611Meg.But when?


613Meg.To horse, to horse!
        Where’s my Mamilion?*

614Witch 1.And my Incubus?
ROBIN stands amazed at this.

615Witch 3.My Tiger to bestride?

616Mall.My Puggy.


618All.Away, away! The night
        We have feasted; now comes on the day.
[MALL, MEG, MAUD, GILL, GOODY DICKIESON, and Witches 1, 2, and 3 exit with their spirits and familiars.]

619Mistress Generous.Come, sirrah, stoop your head like a tame jade, whilst I put on your bridle.

620Robin.I pray, mistress, ride me as you would be rid.

621Mistress Generous.That’s at full speed.

622Robin.Nay then, I’ll try conclusions
[ROBIN seizes the bridle and puts it on MISTRESS GENEROUS.]
        Mare, mare, see thou be,
        And where I point thee, carry me.
A great noise within at their parting.
They exit [with ROBIN riding MISTRESS GENEROUS, now transformed into a horse].
4.2

Master GENEROUS enters, making him ready.


623Generous.I see what man is loath to entertain
        Offers itself to him most frequently,
        And that which we most covet to embrace
        Doth seldom court us, and proves most averse;
        For I, that never could conceive a thought
        Of this my woman worthy a rebuke,
        (As one that in her youth bore her so fairly
        That she was taken for a seeming saint)
        To render me such just occasion
        That I should now distrust her in her age.
        Distrust! I cannot. That would bring me in
        The poor aspersion of fond jealousy,
        Which even from our first meeting I abhorred.
        The gentle fashion sometimes we observe
        To sunder beds, but most in these hot months —
        June, July, August — so we did last night.
        Now I, as ever, tender of her health
        And therefore rising early, as I use,
        Entering her chamber to bestow on her
        A customed visit — find the pillow swelled,
        Unbruised with any weight, the sheets unruffled,
        The curtains neither drawn nor bed laid down,
        Which shows she slept not in my house tonight.
        Should there be any contract betwixt her
        And this my groom to abuse my honest trust,
        I should not take it well, but for all this
        Yet cannot I be jealous. — Robin? —
ROBIN enters.
        Is my horse safe, lusty, and in good plight?
        What, feeds he well?

624Robin.Yes sir, he’s broad buttocked and full flanked; he doth not bate an ace of his flesh.

625Generous.When was he rid last?

626Robin.Not, sir, since you backed him.

627Generous.Sirrah, take heed I find you not a knave.
        Have you not lent him to your mistress late?
        So late as this last night?

628Rob.Who? I, sir? May I die, sir, if you find me in a lie, sir.

629Generous.Then I shall find him where I left him last.

630Robin.No doubt, sir.

631Generous.Give me the key o’th’ stable.

632Robin.   [Handing him the key]   There, sir.

633Generous.Sirrah, your mistress was abroad all night,
        Nor is she yet come home. If there I find him not,
         I shall find thee, what to this present hour
         I never did suspect and, I must tell thee,
         Will not be to thy profit.*He exits.

634Robin.Well sir, find what you can, him you shall find, and what you find else, it may be for that, instead of ‘Gramercy, horse’, you may say ‘Gramercy, Robin’. You will believe there are no witches! Had I not been late bridled, I could have said more, but I hope she is tied to the rack that will confess something, and though not so much as I know, yet no more than I dare justify ——
GENEROUS re-enters.

Have you found your gelding, sir?

635Generous.Yes, I have.

636Robin.I hope not spurred, nor put into a sweat? You may see by his plump belly and sleek legs he hath not been sore travailed.

637Generous.You’re a saucy groom to receive horses
        Into my stable, and not ask me leave.
        Is’t for my profit to buy hay and oats
        For every stranger’s jades?

638Robin.I hope, sir, you find none feeding there but your own. If there be any you suspect, they have nothing to champ on but the bridle.

639Generous.Sirrah, whose jade is that tied to the rack?

640Robin.The mare, you mean, sir?

641Generous.Yes, that old mare.

642Robin.Old do you call her? You shall find the mark still in her mouth, when the bridle is out of it! I can assure you ’tis your own beast.

643Generous.A beast thou art to tell me so. Hath the wine
        Not yet left working? Not the Mitre wine?
        That made thee to believe witchcraft?
        Prithee persuade me. ——
        To be a drunken sot like to thyself
        And not to know mine own!

644Robin.I’ll not persuade you to anything. You will believe nothing but what you see. I say the beast is your own, and you have the most right to keep her; she hath cost you more the currying than all the combs in your stable are worth. You have paid for her provender this twenty years and upwards, and furnished her with all the caparisons that she hath worn, of my knowledge; and because she hath been ridden hard the last night, do you renounce her now?

645Generous.Sirrah, I fear some stolen jade of your own
        That you would have me keep.

646Robin.I am sure I found her no jade the last time I rid her! She carried me the best part of a hundred miles in less then a quarter of an hour.

647Generous.The devil she did!

648Robin.Yes, so I say, either the devil or she did. An’t please you, walk in and take off her bridle, and then tell me who hath more right to her, you or I.

649Generous.Well, Robert, for this once I’ll play the groom,
        And do your office for you.He exits.

650Robin.I pray, do, sir, but take heed lest, when the bridle is out of her mouth, she put it not into yours; if she do, you are a gone man: if she but say once ‘Horse, horse, see thou be. Be you rid (if you please) for me.’
Master GENEROUS and MISTRESS GENEROUS enter, he with a bridle.

651Generous.My blood is turned to ice, and my all vitals
        Have ceased their working! Dull stupidity
        Surpriseth me at once, and hath arrested
        That vigorous agitation which till now
        Expressed a life within me: I, methinks,
        Am a mere marble statue and no man.
        Unweave my age, O time, to my first thread!*
        Let me lose fifty years in ignorance spent,
        That being made an infant once again,
        I may begin to know what or where am I,
        To be thus lost in wonder!


653Generous.Amazement still pursues me. How am I changed
        Or brought ere I can understand myself,
        Into this new world?

654Robin.You will believe no witches?

655Generous.This makes me believe all, ay, anything;
        And that myself am nothing! Prithee, Robin,
        Lay me to myself open*: what art thou,
        Or this new transformed creature?

656Robin.I am Robin, and this your wife, my mistress.

657Generous.Tell me the earth*
        Shall leave its seat, and mount to kiss the moon,
        Or that the moon, enamoured of the earth,
        Shall leave her sphere, to stoop to us thus low.
        What? What’s this in my hand, that at an instant
        Can from a four–legged creature make a thing
        So like a wife?

658Robin.A bridle, a jingling* bridle, sir.

659GenerousA bridle! Hence, enchantment!
Casts it away. ROBIN takes it up.
        A viper were more safe within my hand
        Than this charmed engine.

660Robin.Take heed, sir, what you do: if you cast it hence, and she catch it up, we that are here now, may be rid as far as the Indies within these few hours.   [To MISTRESS GENEROUS]   Mistress, down of your mare’s bones, or your marrowbones, whether you please, and confess yourself to be what you are, and that’s in plain English a witch, a grand notorious witch.

661Generous.A witch! My wife a witch!

662Robin.So it appears by the story.

663Generous.The more I strive to unwind
        Myself from this meander, I the more
        Therein am intricated. —   [To MISTRESS GENEROUS]   Prithee, woman,
        Art thou a witch?

664Mistess Generous.It cannot be denied:
        I am such a cursed creature.

665Generous.Keep aloof,
        And do not come too near me! O my trust!
        Have I, since first I understood myself,
        Been of my soul so chary, still to study
        What best was for its health, to renounce all
        The works of that black fiend* with my best force,
        And hath that serpent* twined me so about
        That I must lie so often and so long
        With a devil in my bosom!

666Mistress Generous.Pardon, sir!

667Generous.Pardon! Can such a thing as that be hoped?
        Lift up thine eyes, lost woman, to yon hills*;
        It must be thence expected. Look not down
        Unto that horrid dwelling which thou hast sought
        At such dear rate to purchase. Prithee, tell me,
        For now I can believe, art thou a witch?


669Generous.With that word I am thunderstruck
        And know not what to answer. Yet resolve me:
        Hast thou made any contract with that fiend,
        The enemy of mankind?


671Generous.What? and how far?

672Mistress Generous.I have promised him my soul.

673Generous.Ten thousand times better thy body had
        Been promised to the stake*, ay, and mine too,
        To have suffered with thee in a hedge of flames,
        Than such a compact ever had been made. Oh —!

674Robin.What cheer, sir? Show yourself a man, though she appeared so late a beast. —    [To MISTRESS GENEROUS]   Mistress, confess all. Better here than in a worse place: out with it!

675Generous.Resolve me, how far doth that contract stretch?

676Mistress Generous.What interest in this soul myself could claim
        I freely gave him, but His part that made it
        I still reserve, not being mine to give.

677Generous.O cunning devil, foolish woman, know
        Where he can claim but the least little part,
        He will usurp the whole; th’art a lost woman.

678Mistress Generous.I hope not so.

679Generous.Why, hast thou any hope?

680Mistress Generous.Yes, sir, I have.

681Generous.Make it appear to me.

682Mistress Generous.I hope I never bargained for that fire
        Further than penitent tears have power to quench.

683Generous.I would see some of them.

684Mistress Generous.   [Weeping]   You behold them now ——
        If you look on me with charitable eyes ——
        Tinctured in blood, blood issuing from the heart!
        Sir, I am sorry; when I look towards heaven,
        I beg a gracious pardon; when on you,
        Methinks your native goodness should not be
        Less pitiful than they: ’gainst both I have erred;
        From both I beg atonement.

685Generous.May I presum’t?

686Mistress Generous.   [She falls to her knees.]   I kneel to both your mercies. ——*

687Generous.Know’st thou what a witch is?

688Mistress Generous.Alas, none better,
        Or after mature recollection can be
        More sad to think on’t.

689Generous.Tell me, are those tears
        As full of true–hearted penitence
        As mine of sorrow to behold what state,
        What desperate state, th’art fallen in?

690Mistress Generous.Sir, they are.

691Generous.Rise, and as I do, so heaven pardon me*;
        We all offend, but from such falling off,
        Defend us. Well, I do remember, wife,
        When I first took thee, ’twas for good and bad;
        Oh, change thy bad to good, that I may keep thee,
        As then we passed our faiths till death us sever.
        I will not aggravate thy grief too much
        By needless iteration. ——   [To ROBIN]   Robin, hereafter
        Forget thou hast a tongue. If the least syllable
        Of what hath passed be rumoured, you lose me*;
        But if I find you faithful, you gain me ever.

692Robin.A match, sir.* You shall find me as mute as if I had the bridle still in my mouth.

693Generous.   [Turning to his still-weeping kneeling wife]   Ay, woman, thou hadst need to weep thyself
        Into a fountain, such a penitent spring
        As may have power to quench invisible flames,
        In which my eyes shall aid: too little all*,
        If not too little*. All’s forgiven, forgot;
        Only thus much remember: thou hadst extermined
        Thyself out of the blessed society
        Of saints and angels, but on thy repentance
        I take thee to my bosom once again,
           [Raising her to her feet, embracing her]   My wife, sister, and daughter*. ——   [To ROBIN]   Saddle my gelding.
        Some business that may hold me for two days
        Calls me aside.

694Robin.I shall, sir.   [GENEROUS and MISTRESS GENEROUS] exit.   Well, now my mistress hath promised to give over her witchery, I hope, though I still continue her man, yet she will make me no more her journeyman*; to prevent which the first thing I do shall be to burn the bridle, and then —— away with the witch!He exits.
4.3
ARTHUR and DOUGHTY enter.

695Arthur.Sir, you have done a right noble courtesy which deserves a memory as long as the name of friendship can bear mention.

696Doughty.What I have done, I ha’ done; if it be well, ’tis well. I do not like the bouncing of good offices: if the little care I have taken shall do these poor people good, I have my end in’t, and so my reward.
BANTAM enters.

697Bantam.Now, gentlemen, you seem very serious.

698Arthur.’Tis true we are so, but you are welcome to the knowledge of our affairs.

699Bantam.How does thine uncle, and aunt, Gregory, and his sister? The families of Seelys agree yet, can you tell?

700Arthur.That is the business: the Seely household is divided now.

701Bantam.How so, I pray?

702Arthur.You know, and cannot but with pity know,
        Their miserable condition, how
        The good old couple were abused, and how
        The young abused themselves; if we may say
        That any of them are their selves at all,
        Which sure we cannot, nor approve them fit
        To be their own disposers*, that would give
        The governance of such a house and living
        Into their vassals’* hands, to thrust them out on’t
        Without or law or order*. This considered
        This gentleman   [Indicating DOUGHTY]   and myself have taken home,
        By fair entreaty, the old folks to his house,
        The young to mine, until some wholesome order
        By the judicious of the commonwealth*
        Shall for their persons and estate be taken.

703Bantam.But what becomes of Lawrence and his Parnell?
        The lusty couple, what do they now?

704Doughty.Alas, poor folks, they are as far to seek* of how they do, or what they do, or what they should do, as any of the rest. They are all grown idiots, and till some of these damnable jades with their devilish devices be found out, to discharm them, no remedy can be found. I mean to lay the country for their hagships, and if I can anticipate the purpose of their grand master devil to confound ’em before their lease be out, be sure I’ll do’t.

705[Rabble].   A shout within [of many voices] cry[ing]   A skimmington*! A skimmington! A skimmington!

706Doughty.What’s the matter now? Is hell broke loose?
Master SHAKESTONE enters.

707Arthur.Tom Shakestone, how now! Canst tell the news?

708Shakestone.The news? You hear it up i’th’ air, do you not?

709[Rabble]    (Within)   A skimmington! A skimmington! A skimmington!

710Shakestone.Hark you, do you not hear it? There’s a skimmington towards, gentlemen.

711Doughty.Ware wedlock, ho!*

712Bantam.At whose suit, I prithee, is Don Skimmington come to town?

713Shakestone.I’ll tell you, gentlemen, since you   [To DOUGHTY]   have taken home old Seely and his wife to your house, and you   [To ARTHUR]   their son and daughter to yours, the housekeepers Lawrence and his late bride Parnell are fallen out by themselves.

714Arthur.How, prithee?

715Shakestone.The quarrel began, they say, upon the wedding night and in the bride bed.

716Bantam.For want of bedstaves?

717Shakestone.No, but a better implement, it seems, the bridegroom was unprovided of, a homely tale to tell.

718Doughty.Now out upon her, she has a greedy worm in her! I have heard the fellow complained on, for an over-mickle man among the maids.

719Arthur.Is his haste to go to bed at afternoon come to this now?

720Doughty.Witchery, witchery, more witchery still, flat and plain witchery! Now do I think upon the codpiece point the young jade gave him at the wedding: she is a witch, and that was a charm, if there be any in the world.

721Arthur.A ligatory* point.

722Bantam.Alas, poor Lawrence!

723Shakestone.He’s coming to make his moan to you about it, and she too, since you have taken their masters and mistresses to your care, you must do them right too.

724Doughty.Marry, but I’ll not undertake her at these years, if lusty Lawrence cannot do’t.

725Bantam.But has she beaten him?

726Shakestone.Grievously broke his head in I know not how many places; of which the hoydens have taken notice, and will have a skimmington on horseback presently. Look you, here comes both plaintiff and defendant.
LAWRENCE [his head bandaged] and PARNELL enter.

727Doughty.How now, Lawrence, what has thy wedlock brought thee already to thy nightcap*?

728Lawrence.Yie, gad wat, sir, I ware wadded but aw to seun.*

729Parnell.Han yeou reason to complain or ay, trow yeou, Gaffer Downought?   [She beats him.]   Wa warth the day that ever I wadded a Downought!*

730Arthur, Bantam, Shakestone.Nay, hold, Parnell, hold!

731Doughty.We have heard enough of your valour already. We know you have beaten him; let that suffice.

732Parnell.Ware ever poor maiden betrayed as ay ware unto a swagbellied carl that cannot* —— aw waw! —— that cannot ——[She weeps.]

733Arthur.What says she?

734DoughtyI know not; she caterwauls, I think. —— Parnell, be patient, good Parnell, and a little modest too. ’Tis not amiss, we know, not the relish of every ear that hears us. Let’s talk within ourselves.   [He takes her aside.]   What’s the defect? What’s the impediment*? Lawrence has had a lusty name among the bachelors.

735Parnell.What he ware when he ware a bachelor, I know better than the best maid i’th’ tawn. I wad I had not.*


737Parnell.’Tware that that cossened me: he has not now as he had then!*

738Arthur, Bantam, Shakestone.Peace, good Parnell.

739Parnell.For then he could, but* now he connot, he connot!


741Parnell.I say agean and agean, he connot, he connot!

742Arthur, Bantam, Shakestone.Alas, poor Parnell.

743Parnell.I am not a bit the better for him sin wye ware wad*.Cries.

744Doughty.   [Aside to the gentlemen]   Here’s good stuff for a jury of women* to pass upon.

745Arthur.But, Parnell, why have you beaten him so grievously? What would you have him do in this case?

746Doughty.   [Aside to the gentlemen]   He’s out of a doing case*, it seems.

747Parnell.Marry, sir, and beat him will I into his grave, or back to the priest, and be unwadded* agone, for I wonot be baund to lig with him and live with him, the laife of an honest woman for aw the layves good i’ Loncoshire.*

748Doughty.An honest woman: that’s a good mind, Parnell. What say you to this, Lawrence?

749Lawrence.Keep her off o’ me, and I shan teln yeou. An she be by I am nobody. But keep her off and search me: let me be searcht as never witch was searcht, and find onything more or lass upo’ me than a sufficient mon shold have, and let me me be honckt by’t.*

750Arthur.Do you hear this, Parnell?

751Parnell.Ah leear, leear, dee’ll tack the leear! Troist yee and hong yee!*

752Doughty.   [To the gentlemen]   Alas, it is too plain, the poor fellow is bewitched. Here’s a plain maleficium versus hanc* now.

753Arthur.   [To DOUGHTY, BANTAM, and SHAKESTONE]   And so is she bewitched too into this immodesty?

754Bantam.   [To ARTHUR, DOUGHTY, and SHAKESTONE]   She would never talk so else.

755Lawrence.I prayn yeow, gi’ me the lere o’ that Latin*, sir.

756Doughty.The meaning is you must get half a dozen bastards within this twelvemonth, and that will mend your next marriage.

757Lawrence.An I thought it would ma’ Parnell love me, I’d be sure on’t, and gang about it now right.

758Shakestone.You’re soon provided, it seems, for such a journey.

759Doughty.Best tarry till thy head be whole, Lawrence.

760ParnellNay, nay, ay’s white casten away ent I be unwadded agen. And then I’ne undertack to find three better husbands in a bean-cod*.

761Shakestone.   [Hearing more noise within]   Hark, gentlemen, the show is coming.

762Arthur.What, shall we stay and see’t?

763Bantam.Oh, by all means, gentlemen.

764Doughty.’Tis best to have   [Indicating LAWRENCE and PARNELL]   these away first.

765Parnell.   [To DOUGHTY]   Nay, marry, shan yeou not, sir. I hear yeou well enough, and I con the meaning o’ the show well enogh. An I stay not the show, and see not the show, and ma’ one i’ the show, let me be honkt up for a show! I’ll ware them to mel or ma’ with a woman that mels or ma’s with a testril, a longie, a dow-little losel that connot, and if I skim not their skimmington’s cockskeam for’t, may that warplin boggle me a week lonker, and that’s a curse eno’ for any wife, I trow.*

766Doughty.Agreed! Perhaps ’twill mend the sport!
Enter drum beating before a Skimmington and his wife on a horse [with] divers country rustics. As they pass, PARNELL pulls Skimmington off the horse, and LAWRENCE, Skimmington’s wife: they beat ’em. Drum beats alarum, [and the] horse comes away. The hoydens at first oppose the gentlemen, who draw: the clowns vail bonnet, make a ring [around] PARNELL and Skimmington, [and watch the] fight.

767Doughty.Beat, drum, alarum!   [The fight continues amid noises of drum and specatators. LAWRENCE’s match concluded more swiftly than PARNELL’s]   Enough, enough! Here, my masters!   [Showing a bag of money]   Now patch up your show, if you can, and catch your horse again, and when you have done, drink that   Giving money.   

768Rabble.Thank your worship.Exeunt shout[ing].

769Parnell.Lat’em, as they laik this, gang a procession with their aydol Skimmington agean.*

770Arthur.Parnell, thou didst bravely.

771Parnell.I am sure I han drawn blood o’ their aydol.

772Lawrence.And I think I tickled his waife*.

773Parnell.Yie, to be sure, yeou been eane of the owd ticklers. But with what, con yeou tell?*

774Lawrence.Yieu, with her own ladle.*

775Parnell.   [Sarcastically]   Yie, marry, a ladle is something!

776Doughty.Come, you have both done well. Go in to my house; see your old master and mistress, while I travel a course* to make you all well again. I will now a-witch-hunting.

777Parnell.Na course for us* but to be unwadded agone.

778Arthur, Shakestone, Bantam.We are for Whetstone and his aunt, you know.

779Doughty.Farewell, farewell.
[LAWRENCE and PARNELL] exit [in one direction, DOUGHTY and the gentlemen in another].
4.4
MISTRESS GENEROUS and MALL SPENCER enter.

780Mistress Generous.Welcome, welcome, my girl! What, hath thy Puggy
        Yet sucked upon thy pretty duggy?

781Mall.All’s well at home and abroad too.
        Whate’er I bid my Pug, he’ll do.
        You sent for me


783Mall.And why?

784Mistress Generous.Wench, I’ll tell thee. Thou and I
        Will walk a little. How doth Meg?
        And her Mamilion?

785Mall.Of one leg
        She’s grown lame.

786Mistress Generous.Because the beast
        Did miss us last Good Friday feast.
        I guessed as much.

787Mall.But All-Saints night
        She met, though she did halt downright.

788Mistress Generous.Dickieson and Hargrave, prithee tell,
        How do they?

789Mall.All about us well.
        But Puggy whispered in mine ear
        That you of late were put in fear.

790Mistress Generous.The slave, my man.

791Mall.Who? Robin?


793Mall.My sweetheart?

794Mistress Generous.Such a trick served me.

795Mall.About the bridle? Now, alack!

796Mistress Generous.The villain brought me to the rack.
        Tied was I both to rack and manger.

797Mall.But thence how scaped you?

798Mistress Generous.Without danger,
        I thank my spirit.

799Mall.Ay, but then
        How pacified was your good man?

800Mistress Generous.Some passionate words mixed with forced tears
        Did so enchant his eyes and ears,
        I made my peace, with promise never
        To do the like; but once and ever
        A witch, thou know’st. Now understand
        New business we took in hand.
        My husband packed out of the town,
        Know that the house and all’s our own.
WHETSTONE enters.

801Whetstone.Naunt, is this your promise, naunt? ——   [Aside to MALL]   What, Mall! How dost thou, Mall? ——   [Aloud, to MISTRESS GENEROUS]   You told me you would put a trick upon these gentlemen, whom you made me invite to supper, who abused and called me bastard. ——   [Aside to MALL]   And when shall I get one upon thee, my sweet rogue? ——   [Aloud, to MISTRESS GENEROUS]   And that you would do I know not what; for you would not tell me what you would do. ——   [Aside to MALL]   And shall you and I never have any doing together? ——    [Aloud, to MISTRESS GENEROUS]   Supper is done, and the table ready to withdraw*. And I am risen the earliest from the board, and yet for aught I can see I am never a whit the nearer. ——   [Aside to MALL]   What, not one kiss at parting, Mall?

802Mistress Generous.Well, cousin, this is all you have to do:
        Retire the gallants to some private room,
        Where call for wine and junkets, what you please;
        Then thou shalt need to do no other thing
        Than what this note directs thee   [Handing him a paper]   . Observe that,
        And trouble me no farther.

803Whetstone.   [Taking and reading the paper]   Very good, I like this beginning well: for where they slighted* me before, they shall find me a man of note.He exits.

804Mall.Of this, the meaning?

805Mistress Generous.Marry, lass,
        To bring a new conceit to pass.
        Thy spirit I must borrow, more
        To fill the number three or four,
        Whom we will use to no great harm.
        Only assist me with thy charm.
        This night we’ll celebrate to sport:
        ’Tis all for mirth. We mean no hurt.

806Mall.My spirit and myself command;
        Mamilion and the rest at hand
        Shall all assist.

807Mistress Generous.Withdraw then, quick!
        Now, gallants, there’s for you a trick.They exit.
4.5
WHETSTONE, ARTHUR, SHAKESTONE, [and] BANTAM enter.

808Whetstone.Here’s a more private room, gentlenmen, free from the noise of the hall. Here we may talk, and throw the chamber out of the casements*. ——   [Calling to Servants within]   Some wine and a short banquet!
[Servants] enter with a banquet, wine, and two tapers.

809Whetstone.So. Now leave us.
[Servants exit.]

810Arthur.We are much bound to you, Master Whetstone,
        For this great entertainment. I see you command
        The house in the absence of your uncle.

811Whetstone.Yes, I thank my aunt; for though I be but a daily guest, yet I can be welcome to her at midnight.

812Shakestone.How shall we pass the time?

813Bantam.In some discourse.

814Whetstone.But no such discourse as we had last, I beseech you.

815Bantam.Now, Master Whetstone, you reflect on me.
        ’Tis true, at our last meeting some few words
        Then passed my lips, which I could wish forgot:
        I think I called you bastard.

816Whetstone.I think so too; but what’s that amongst friends? For I would fain know which amongst you all knows his own father.

817Bantam.You are merry with your friends, good Master By-blow, and we are guests here in your uncle’s house, and therefore privileged.
MISTRESS GENEROUS, MALL, and spirits enter [unseen by the gentlemen] .

818Whetstone.I presume you had no more privilege in your getting than I. But tell me, gentlemen, is there any man here amongst you that hath a mind to see his father?

819Bantam.Why, who shall show him?

820Whetstone.That’s all one*. If any man here desire it, let him but speak the word, and ’tis sufficient.

821Bantam.Why, I would see my father.

822Mistress Generous.   [Aside to the musicians]   Strike!   Music.   
A PEDANT enters dancing to the music; the strain done, he points at BANTAM,and looks full in his face.

823Whetstone.Do you know him that looks so full in your face?

824Bantam.Yes, well; a pedant in my father’s house,
        Who, being young*, taught me my A B C.

825Whetstone.In his house that goes for your father, you would say. For know one morning, when your mother’s husband rid early to have a nisi prius* tried at Lancaster ’sizes, he crept into his warm place, lay close by her side, and then were you got. Then come, your heels and tail together, and kneel unto your own dear father.

826All.Ha, ha, ha!
[PEDANT exits.]

827Bantam.   [Shocked and angry]   I am abused.

828Whetstone.Why laugh you, gentlemen? It may be more men’s cases than his or mine.

829Bantam.To be thus jeered!

830Arthur.   [To BANTAM]   Come, take it as a jest.
        For I presume ’twas meant no otherwise.

831Whetstone.   [To ARTHUR and SHAKESTONE]   Would either of you two now see his father in earnest?

832Shakestone.Yes, canst thou shew me mine?

833Mistress Generous.   [Aside to the musicians]   Strike!   [Music.]   
A nimble TAILOR enters dancing, using the same posture to SHAKESTONE.

834Whetstone.He looks on you. Speak, do you know him?

835Shakestone.Yes, he was my mother’s tailor*. I remember him ever since I was a child.

836Whetstone.Who, when he came to take measure of her upper parts, had more mind to the lower. Whilst the good man was in the fields hunting, he was at home whoring.
        Then, since no better comfort can be had,
        Come down, come down, ask blessiing of your dad.

837All.Ha, ha, ha!
[TAILOR exits.]

838Bantam.This cannot be endured.

839Arthur.It is plain witchcraft.
        Nay, since we are all bid unto one feast,
        Let’s fare alike, come show me mine too.

840Mistress Generous.   [Aside to the musicians]   Strike!   [Music.]   
ROBIN enters with a switch and a curry-comb [dancing]; he points at Arthur.

841Whetstone.He points at you.

842Arthur.What then?

843Whetstone. You know him.

        Robin, the groom belonging to this house.

845Whetstone.And never served your father?

846Arthur.In’s* youth I think
        He did.
[ROBIN exits.]

847Whetstone.Who, when your supposed father had business at the Lord President’s court in York*, stood for his attorney* at home, and so it seems you were got by deputy. What, all amort? If you will have but a little patience, stay and you shall see mine too:
        And know I show you him the rather
        To find who hath the best man to his father.

848Mistress Generous.   [Aside to the musicians]   Strike! ——
Music. A GALLANT enters as before to him.

849Whetstone.Now, gentlemen, make me your precedent, learn your duties, and do as I do —   He kneels and addresses the GALLANT.]   A blessing, Dad.
[After blessing him, the GALLANT exits.]

850Bantam.*Come, come, let’s home. We’ll find some other time
        When to dispute of these things —*

851Whetstone.Nay, gentlemen, no parting in spleen! Since we have begun in mirth, let’s not end in melancholy; you see there are more by-blows than bear the name. It is grown a great kindred in the kingdom. Come, come, all friends! Let’s into the cellar and conclude our revels in a lusty health.
[The gentlemen attempt to draw their weapons.]

852Shakestone.I fain would strike, but cannot!

853Bantam.Some strange fate holds me.

854Arthur.Here then all anger end.
        Let none be mad at what they cannot mend.
[ARTHUR, BANTAM, and SHAKESTONE exit, followed by the jeering WHETSTONE].

855Mall.Now say what’s next?

856Mistress Generous.I’th’ mill there lies
        A soldier yet with unscratched eyes.
        Summon the sisterhood together,
        For we with all our spirits will thither;
        And such a caterwauling keep,
        That he in vain shall think to sleep.
        Call Meg and Doll, Tib, Nab, and Jug.
        Let none appear without her pug.
        We’ll try our utmost art and skill
        To fright the stout knave in the mill.They exit.

Edited by Helen Ostovich