Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T6 Money, debt and credit · 487 words
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Why so it shall Mosbie, albeit he live, It is unpossible, for I have sworn, Never hereafter to solicit thee, Or whilst he lives, once more importune thee. Thou shalt not need I will importune thee. What shall an oath make thee forsake my love? As if I have not sworn as much myself, And given my hand unto him in the church, Tush Mosbie oaths are words, and words is wind, And wind is mutable: than I conclude, 'tis childishness to stand upon an oath, Well proved Mistress Alice, yet by your leave, I'll keep mine unbroken, whilst he lives. I do, and spare not his time is but short, For if thou be'st as resolute as I, we'll have him murdered, as he walks the streets: In London many alehouse Ruffians keep, Which as I hear will murder men for gold, They shall be soundly fed, to pay him home: Alice what's he that comes yonder, knowest thou him Mosbie be gone, I hope 'tis one that comes To put in practise our intended drifts, Mistress Arden you are well met, I am sorry that your husband is from home, whenas my purposed journey was to him, Yet all my labour is not spent in vain: For I suppose that you can full discourse, And flat resolve me of the thing I seek. What is it master Green? If that I may Or can, with safety, I will answer you. I heard your husband hath the grant of late, Confirmed by letters patents from the king, Of all the lands of the Abbey of Feversham, Generally entitled, so that all former grants, Are cut off, whereof I myself had one, But now my interest by that is void, This is all mistress Arden, is it true nor no? True master Green, the lands are his in state, And whatsoever leases were before, Are void for term of Master Arden's life: He hath the grant under the Chancery seal. Pardon me mistress Arden, I must speak, For I am touched, your husband doth me wrong: To wring me from the little land I have. My living is my life, only that Resteth remainder of my portion. Desire of wealth is endless in his mind, And he is greedy gaping still for gain, Nor cares he though young gentlemen do beg, So he may scrape and hoard up in his pouch, But seeing he hath taken my lands, I'll value life: As careless, as he is careful for to get, And tell him this from me, I'll be revenged, And so, as he shall wish the Abbey lands Had rested still, within their former state. Alas poor gentleman, I pity you, And woe is me that any man should want, God knows 'tis not my fault, but wonder not Though he be hard to others, when to me, Ah master Green, God knows how I am used,
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Why so it shall Mosbie, albeit he liue, It is vnpossible, for I haue sworne, Neuer hereafter to solicite thee, Or whylest he liues, once more importune thée. Thou shalt not neede I will importune thée. What shall an oath make thee forsake my loue? As if I haue not sworne as much my selfe, And giuen my hand vnto him in the church, Tush Mosbie oathes are wordes, and words is winde, And winde is mutable: then I conclude, Tis childishnes to stand vpon an oath, Well proued Mistres Ales, yet by your leaue, Ile keep mine vnbroken, whilest he liues. I doo, and spare not his time is but short, For if thou beest as resolute as I, Weele haue him murdered, as he walkes the stréets: In London many alehouse Ruffins kéepe, Which as I heare will murther men for gould, They shall be soundly fed, to pay him home: Ales whats he that comes yonder, knowest thou him Mosbie be gone, I hope tis one that comes To put in practise our intended drifts, Mistres Arden you are well met, I am sorry that your husband is from home, When as my purposed iourney was to him, Yet all my labour is not spent in vaine: For I suppose that you can full discourse, And flat resolue me of the thing I seeke. What is it maister Greene? If that I may Or can, with safety, I will answer you. I heard your husband hath the grant of late, Confirmed by letters patents from the king, Of all the lands of the Abby of Feuershame, Generally intitled, so that all former grants, Are cut of, whereof I my selfe had one, But now my interest by that is void, This is all mistres Arden, is it trew nor no? Trew maister Gréene, the lands are his in state, And whatsoever leases were before, Are void for tearme of Maister Ardens lyfe: He hath the grant vnder the Chancery seale. Pardon me mistres Arden, I must speake, For I am toucht, your husband doth me wrong: To wring me from the little land I have. My liuing is my lyfe, onely that Resteth remainder of my portion. Desyre of welth is endles in his minde, And he is gredy gaping still for gaine, Nor cares he though young gentlemen do begge, So he may scrape and hoorde vp in his poutche, But seeing he hath taken my lands, Ile value lyfe: As careles, as he is carefull for to get, And tell him this from me, Ile be reuenged, And so, as he shall wishe the Abby lands Had rested still, within their former state. Alas poore gentleman, I pittie you, And wo is me that any man should want, God knowes tis not my fault, but wonder not Though he be harde to others, when to me, Ah maister Greene, God knowes how I am vsde,