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said, I should follow you indeed. Well, Toni, give me thy fist, we are friends; you shall be mine ingle: I love you; but I pray you let's have no more of these ducking devices.
Dog. Not, if you love me. Dogs love where they are beloved; cherish me, and I'll do any thing for thee.
Cud. Well, you shall have jowls and livers; I have butchers to my friends that shall bestow 'em : and I will keep crusts and bones for you, if you'll be a kind dog, Tom.
Dog. Any thing ; I'll help thee to thy love.
Cud. Wilt thou ? that promise shall cost me a brown loaf, though I steal it out of my
father's cupboard: you'll eat stolen goods, Tom, will
Dog. Oh, best of all; the sweetest bits those.
Cud. You shall not starve, ningle Tom, believe that: if you love fish, I'll help you to maids and soles; I'm acquainted with a fishmonger.
Dog. Maids and soles? Oh, sweet bits! bana queting stuff, those.
Cud. One thing I would request you, ningle, as you have play'd the knavish cur with me a little,
3 I'll help you to maids and soles, &c.] This is Decker up and down, as Margaret says; and every now and then reminds me of Hircius and Spungius, in the Virgin Martyr. It would seem as if he had taken the whole of the witchery upon himself. Ningle, which occurs in the same line, and which Cuddy perpetually applies to Tom in the subsequent scenes, is frequently used by our old writers, as in this place, for a favourite, a familiar friend, &ca See Jonson, vol. iii., p. 444. VOL. II.
that you would mingle amongst our morricedancers in the morning. You can dance?
Doy. Yes, yes, any thing; I'll be there, but unseen to any but thyself. Get thee gone before; fear not my presence. I have work to-night; I serve more masters, more dames than one.
Cud. He can serve Mammon and the devil too. Dog. It shall concern thee, and thy love's pur
chase. There's a gallant rival loves the maid, And likely is to have her. Mark what a mischief, Before the morrice ends, shall light on him!
Cud. Oh, sweet ningle, thy neuf once again; friends must part for a time: farewell, with this remembrance; shalt have bread too when we meet again. If ever there were an honest devil, 'twill be the devil of Edmonton," I see. Farewell, Tom, I prithee dog me as soon as thou canst.
[Exit. Dog. I'll not miss thee, and be merry with thee. Those that are joys denied, must take delight In sins and mischiefs; 'tis the devil's right. [Exit.
If ever there were an honest devil, 'twill be the devil of Edmonton.] The allusion is to “Master Peter Fabel,” who, as the prologue to the old comedy says, " was called, for his sleights and his magic, the merry Devil of Edmonton." By a playful succession of harmless tricks,
“ Such as but sit upon the skirts of art," he contrives to effect a marriage between a couple of the truest, tenderest turtles, whom the absurd enmity of their parents had separated, and destined to other partners. It is therefore with justice that Peter concludes his part, with hoping that his toil, to future times will
prove The devil of Edmonton did good in love."
SCENE II.— The Neighbourhood of Edmonton,
Enter Frank THORNEY, and WINNIFREDE in
Frank. Prithee no more! those tears give nou
rishment To weeds and briars in me, which shortly will O’ergrow and top my head; my shame will sit And cover all that can be seen of me.
Win. I have not shown this cheek in company;
Win. 'Tis foul ill-gotten coin,
will: When I was sold, I sold myself again (Some knaves have done't in lands, and I in body) For money, and I have the hire. But, sweet, no
Win. Who coming ? your wife!
Go lead The horses to th' hill's top; there I'll meet thee. Sus. Nay, with your favour let him stay, a
little; I would part with him too, because he is Your sole companion; and I'll begin with him, Reserving you the last.
Frank. Ay, with all my
Frank. No, 'tis not fit:
Sus. No, indeed, sir.
[Walks forward. Win. What charge soe'er you lay upon me,
Sus. Believe't shall be no other.
husband By a noble knight.
Win. Oh gods !---oh, mine eyes!
water still,) Even as you said “commended to my hus,
band.” Some dor, I think it was, ' -I was, forsooth, Commended to him by Sir Arthur Clarington. Sus. Whose servant once my Thorney was him
s Some dor I think it was.] The cockchafer, or beetle.
“ What should I care what every dor doth buz
In credulous ears?"-Cynthia's Revels. And see vol. ii. p. 280.