Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T49 Wooing a mistress: suitors, go-betweens · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T49: mistress, gentleman, love, lady, woman, pray, gentlewoman, hear, honest, way.
Why mistress Arden can the crabbed churl, Use you unkindly, respects he not your birth? Your honourable friends, nor what you brought: Why? all Kent knows your parentage, and what you are Ah M. Green be it spoken in secret here, I never live good day with him alone: When he is at home, then have I froward looks, Hard words and blows, to mend the match withal; And though I might content as good a man, Yet doth he keep in every corner trulls, And weary with his trugs at home, Then rides he straight to London, there forsooth He revels it among such filthy ones, As counsels him to make away his wife: Thus live I daily in continual fear: In sorrow, so despairing of redress As every day I wish with hearty prayer, That he or I were taken forth the world. Now trust me mistress Alice, it grieveth me, So fair a creature should be so abused. Why who would have thought the civil sir, so sullen, He looks so smoothly now fie upon him Churl, And if he live a day he lives too long, But frolic woman, I shall be the man, Shall set you free from all this discontent: And if the Churl deny my interest, And will not yield my lease into my hand, I'll pay him home, whatever hap to me, But speak you as you think? I God's my witness, I mean plain dealing, For I had rather die than lose my land. Then master Green be counseled by me endanger not yourself, for such a Churl, But hire some Cutter for to cut him short, And here's ten pound, to wager them with all, When he is dead you shall have twenty more. And the lands whereof my husband is possessed, Shall be entitled as they were before. Will you keep promise with me? Or count me false and perjured, whilst I live, Then here's my hand I'll have him so dispatched, I'll up to London straight, I'll thither post, And never rest, till I have compassed it, Till then farewell. Good Fortune follow all your forward thoughts And whosoever doth attempt the deed, A happy hand I wish and so farewell. All this goes well, Mosbie I long for thee To let thee know all that I have contrived, Now now Alice what's the news, Such as will content thee well sweet heart, Well let them pass a while, and tell me Alice, Now haue you dealt, and tempered with my sister, What will she have my neighbour clerk, or no? What M. Mosbie let him woo himself, Think you that maids look not for fair words, Go to her clerk she's all alone within, Michael my man is clean out of her books. I thank you mistress Arden, I will in, And if fair Susan, and I can make agree, You shall command me to the uttermost, As far as either goods or life may stretch. Now Alice let's hear thy news?
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Why mistres Arden can the crabbed churle, Use you vnkindely, respects he not your birth? Your honorable fréends, nor what you brought: Why? all Kent knowes your parentage, and what you are Ah M. Gréene be it spoken in secret heere, I never liue good day with him alone: When hee is at home, then haue I froward lookes, Hard words and blowes, to mend the match withall; And though I might content as good a man, Yet doth he kéepe in euery corner trulles, And weary with his trugges at home, Then rydes he straight to London, there forsooth He reuelles it among such filthie ones, As counsels him to make a way his wyfe: Thus liue I dayly in continuall feare: In sorrow, so dispairing of redres As euery day I wish with harty prayer, That he or I were taken forth the worlde. Now trust me mistres Ales, it gréeueth me, So faire a creature should be so abused. Why who would haue thought the civill sir, so sollen, He lookes so smoothly now fye vpon him Churle, And if he liue a day he liues too long, But frolick woman, I shall be the man, Shall set you free from all this discontent: And if the Churle deny my intereste, And will not yelde my lease into my hand, Ile paye him home, what euer hap to me, But speake you as you thinke? I Gods my witnes, I meane plaine dealing, For I had rather die then lose my land. Then maister Greene be counsailed by me Indaunger not your selfe, for such a Churle, But hyre some Cutter for to cut him short, And héer's ten pound, to wager them with all, When he is dead you shall haue twenty more. And the lands whereof my husband is possest, Shall be intytled as they were before. Will you kéepe promise with me? Or count me false and periurde, whilst I liue, Then heeres my hand Ile haue him so dispatcht, Ile vp to London straight, Ile thether poast, And neuer rest, til I have compast it, Till then farewell. Good Fortune follow all your forward thoughts And whosoever doth attempt the déede, A happie hand I wish and so farewell. All this goes well, Mosbie I long for thée To let thee know all that I haue contriued, Now now Ales whats the newes, Such as will content thee well sweete hart, Well let them passe a while, and tell me Ales, Now haue you dealt, and tempered with my sister, What will she haue my neighbour Clarke, or no? What M. Mosbie let him wooe him self, Thinke you that maides looke not for faire wordes, Go to her Clarke shées all alone within, Michaell my man is cleane out of her bookes. I thanke you mistres Arden, I will in, And if faire Susan, and I can make a gree, You shall command me to the vttermost, As farre as either goods or lyfe may streatch. Now Ales lets beare thy newes?