Another Version of a Plough Monday Play from Clayworth, Notts. - 1913-1916 R.J.E.Tiddy (1923) pp.246-247 91sk78tb.xml mastermummers.org R.J.E.Tiddy The Mummers' Play Oxford, University Press, 1923, pp.246-247

Originally prepared for textual analysis during his PhD research on the 'Origins and Development of English Folk Plays' by Peter Millington (2002).

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 Clayworth Nottinghamshire England SK7288 Col. 1913 to 1916 Plough Monday [Not given] Quack Doctor: Plough: Recruiting Sergeant Fool King George Beelzebub Doctor

"Preceding version" is the Clayworth play in R.J.E.Tiddy (1923) pp.241-245. The end being a song.

Scanned text downloaded from http://members.tripod.co.uk/Sandmartyn/ploug01.htm

 15-Jan-1999 Martin Collins Scanned 09-Nov-1999 Peter Millington Encoded 15-Jan-2021 Peter Millington TEI-encoded Enter the Fool at door. Fool In comes I that's never been before With any number actors standing at the door. Some can dance and some can sing. If you consent I will walk in. Enters. In comes I that's never been yit With my big head and little wit My head's so great and my wit's so small I can act the fool as well as you all. Enter King George. King George In comes I King George, A champion stout and bold, I fought the fiery dragon With my bright sword And brought it to a slaughter; By these deeds I won the King of Egypt's daughter. Beelzebub In comes I Beelzebub: On my shoulder I carry a club, In my hands a wetleather frying pan: Don't you think I'm a nice old man? King George disputes this and starts boasting, saying where he has been etc. They fight. Beelzebub falls. Fool Five pounds for a doctor. Another person Ten pounds to stop away. Enter Doctor. Doctor In comes I a doctor. Fool You a doctor? Doctor Yes - me a doctor. Fool What can you cure? Doctor The ipsy the pipsy the palsy and the gout, Pains within and pains without, The deaf the dumb, the blind the lame And bring the dead to life again. Fool Just try your skill on this man. There, he's dead enough. Doctor lakes bottle from his pocket. Beelzebub revives. Doctor You're only in a trance. Rise up and take a dance. Everyone then performs the dance. Then end as in preceding version.