Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 14 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 T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
How can I miss him, when I think on the forty Angels I must have more. 'tis very late, I were best shut up my stall, For here will be old filching when the press comes forth of Paul's. Zounds draw Shakbag draw, I am almost killed. We'll tame you I warrant. Zounds I am tame enough already, What troublesome fray or mutiny is this? 'tis nothing but some brabbling paltry fray. Devised to pick men's pockets in the throng. If nothing els? come Franklin let vs away. What mends shall I have for my broken head? marry this mends, that if you get you not away All the sooner, you shall be well beaten and sent to the counter. Well I'll be gone, but look to your signs, For I'll pull them down all. Shakbag my broken head grieves me not so much, As by this means Arden hath escaped. I had a glimpse of him and his companion. Why sirs, Arden's as well as I, I met him and Franklin going merrily to the ordinary, What dare you not do it? Yes sir we dare do it, but were my consent to give again, We would not do it under ten pound more. I value every drop of my blood at a french Crown. I have had ten pound to steal a dog, And we have no more here to kill a man, But that a bargain is a bargain, and so forth, You should do it yourself. I pray thee how came thy head broke, Why thou seest it is broke, dost thou not. Standing against a stall, watching Arden's coming, A boy let down his shop window, and broke his head. Whereupon arose a brawl, and in the tumult Arden escaped us, and passed by unthought on. But forbearance is no acquittance, Another time we'll do it I warrant thee. I pray thee will make clean thy bloody brow, And let us bethink us on some other place, Where Arden may be met with handsomely. Remember how devoutly thou hast sworn, To kill the villain think upon thine oath. Tush, I have broken five hundred oaths, But wouldst thou charm me to effect this deed? Tell me of gold my resolution's fee, Say thou seest Mosbie kneeling at my knees, Offering me service for my high attempt: And sweet Alice Arden with a lap of crowns. Comes with a lowly curtsy to the earth, Saying take this, but for thy quarterage, Such yearly tribute will I answer thee. Why this would steal soft mettled cowardice, With which black Will was never tainted with. I tell thee Green the forlorn travailer, Whose lips are glued with summers parching heat, near longed so much to see a running brook, As I to finish Arden's Tragedy. Seest thou this gore that cleaveth to my face? From hence near will I wash this bloody stain, Till Arden's heart be panting in my hand. Why that's well said, but what saith shakbag?
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How can I misse him, when I thinke on the fortye Angels I must haue more. Tis very late, I were best shute vp my stall, For heere will be ould filching when the presse comes foorth of Paules. Zounds draw Shakbag draw, I am almost kild. Wele tame you I warrant. Zounds I am tame enough already, What trublesome fray or mutany is this? Tis nothing but some brabling paltry fray. Deuised to pick mens pockets in the throng. If nothing els? come Franklin let vs away. What mends shal I have for my broken head? Mary this mends, that if you get you not away All the sooner, you shall be well beaten and sent to the counter. Well Ile be gone, but looke to your signes, For Ile pull them down all. Shakbag my broken head gréeues me not so much, As by this meanes Arden hath escaped. I had a glimse of him and his companion. Why sirs, Arden's as wel as I, I met him and Francklin going merrilly to the ordinary, What dare you not do it? Yes sir we dare do it, but were my consent to giue againe, We would not do it vnder ten pound more. I value euery drop of my blood at a french Crowne. I haue had ten pound to steale a dogge, And we haue no more heere to kill a man, But that a bargane is a bargane, and so foorth, You should do it your selfe. I pray thee how came thy head broke, Why thou séest it is broke, dost thou not. Stāding against a staule, watching Ardens cōming, A boy let down his shop window, and broke his head. Wherevpon arose a braul, and in the tumult Arden escapt vs, and past by vnthought on. But forberance is no acquittance, Another time wele do it I warrant thée. I pray thée will make cleane thy bloodie brow, And let vs bethink vs on some other place, Where Arden may be met with handsomly. Remember how deuoutly thou hast sworne, To kill the villaine thinke vpon thyne oath. Tush, I haue broken fiue hundred oathes, But wouldst thou charme me to effect this dede? Tell me of gould my resolutions fee, Say thou seest Mosbie kneeling at my knées, Offring me seruice for my high attempt: And swéete Ales Arden with a lap of crownes. Comes with a lowly cursy to the earth, Saying take this, but for thy quarterige, Such yéerely tribute will I answer thée. Why this would steale soft metled cowardice, With which black Will was neuer tainted with. I tell thee Greene the forlorne trauailer, Whose lips are glewed with sommers parching heat, Nere longd so much to sée a running brooke, As I to finish Ardens Tragedy. Séest thou this goare that cleaueth to my face? From hence nere will I wash this bloody staine, Til Ardens hart be panting in my hand. Why thats wel said, but what saith shakbag?