Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 11 of 40
Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Though I am loath, because it toucheth life, Yet rather or I'll leave sweet Susan's love, I'll do it, and with all the haste I may. But for whom is it? Leave that to us, why clerk, is it possible, That you should paint and draw it out yourself, The colours being baleful and empoisoned, And no ways prejudice yourself with all? Well questioned Alice, clerk how answer you that? Very easily, I'll tell you straight, How I do work of these Empoisoned drugs, I fasten on my spectacles so close, As nothing can any way offend my sight, Then as I put a lease within my nose, So put I rhubarb to avoid the smell, And softly as another work I paint, 'tis very well, but against when shall I have it, Within this ten days, I will serve the turn. Now Alice let's in, and see what cheer you keep, I hope now M. Arden is from home, You'll give me leave to play your husband's part. Mosbie you know whose master of my heart, He well may be the master of the house. See you them that comes yonder M. Green? I very well, do you know them? The one I know not, but he seems a knave, Choesly for bearing the other company: For such a slave, so vile a rogue as he, Lives not again upon the earth, Blackwill is his name I tell you M. Green, At Bulloine he and I were fellow soldiers, Where he played such pranks, As all the Camp feared him for his villainy: I warrant you he bears so bad a mind, That for a crown he'll murder any man. The fitter is he for my purpose marry. Now now fellow Bradshaw, whither away so early? O Will times are changed, no fellows now, Though we were once together in the field, Yet thy friend to do thee any good I can. Why Bradshaw was not thou and I, Fellow soldiers at Bulloine: Where I was a corporal, and thou but a base mercenary groom? No fellows now, because you are a goldsmith, And have a little plate in your shop, You were glad to call me fellow Will, And with a curtsy to the earth, One snatch good corporal. When I stole the half Ore from Iohn the victualler. And domineered with it, amongst good fellows, In one night. I Will, those days are passed with me. ay but they be not passed with me. For I keep that same honourable mind still, Good neighbour Bradshaw you are too proud to be my fellow, But were it not, that I see more company coming down The hill, I would be fellows with you once more, And share Crowns with you to. But let that pass, and tell me whither you go. To London Will, about a piece of service, Wherein happily thou mayst pleasure me. What is it?
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Though I am loath, because it toucheth lyfe, Yet rather or Ile leaue sweete Susans loue, Ile do it, and with all the haste I may. But for whome is it? Leaue that to vs, why Clarke, is it possible▪ That you should paint and draw it out your selfe, The cullours beeing balefull and impoysoned, And no waies preiudice your selfe with all? Well questioned Ales, Clarke how answer you that? Very easily, Ile tell you straight, How I doo worke of these Impoysoned drugs, I fasten on my spectacles so close, As nothing can any way offend my sight, Then as I put a lease within my nose, So put I rubarbe to auoid the smell, And softly as another worke I paint, Tis very well, but against when shall I haue it, Within this ten dayes, I will serue the turne. Now Ales lets in, and see what chéere you kéepe, I hope now M. Arden is from home, Youle give me leave to play your husbands part. Mosbie you know whose maister of my hart, He well may be the master of the house. See you them that coms yonder M. Gréene? I very well, doo you know them? The one I knowe not, but he seemes a knaue, Choesly for bearing the other company: For such a slaue, so vile a roge as he, Lyues not againe vppon the earth, Black-will is his name I tell you M. Gréene, At Bulloine he and I were fellow souldiers, Where he plaid such prankes, As all the Campe feared him for his villany: I warrant you he beares so bad a minde, That for a croune heele murther any man. The fitter is he for my purpose mary. Now now fellow Bradshaw, Whether away so earely? O Will times are changed, no fellows now, Though we were once together in the field, Yet thy freend to doo thee any good I can. Why Bradshawe was not thou and I, Fellow souldiers at Bulloine: Wher I was a corporall, and thou but a base mercenarye groome? No fellowes now, because you are a gouldsmith, And haue a lytle plate in your shoppe, You were gladde to call me fellow Will, And with a cursy to the earth, One snatch good corporall. When I stole the halfe Ore from Iohn the vitler. And domineer'd with it, amongst good fellowes, In one night. I Will, those dayes are past with me. I but they be not past with me. For I kepe that same honorable minde still, Good neighbour Bradshaw you are too proude to be my fellow, But were it not, that I sée more company comming down The hill, I would be fellowes with you once more, And share Crownes with you to. But let that pas, and tell me whether you goe. To London Will, about a peece of seruice, Wherein happely thou maist pleasure me. What is it?