Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 15 of 40
Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.76 · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
I cannot paint my valour out with words, But give me place and opportunity, Such mercy as the starve Lioness When she is dry sucked of her eager young: Shows to the prey that next encounters her, On Arden so much pity would I take. So should it fair with men of firm resolve, And now sirs seeing this accident, Of meeting him in Paul's hath no success: Let us bethink us on some other place, Whose earth may swallow up this Arden's blood. See yonder comes his man, and wot you what, The foolish knave is in love with Mosby's sister, And for her sake whose love he cannot get, Unless Mosbie solicit his suit. The villain hath sworn the slaughter of his master, we'll question him, for he may stead us much: Now now Michael whether are you going? My master hath new supped, And I am going to prepare his chamber. Where supped M. Arden? At the nag's head, at the 18 pence ordinary, Now now M. Shakbag, what Black Wil, God's dear lady, how chance your face is so bloody? Go too sirrah, there is a chance in it. This sauciness in you will make you be knocked. Nay and you be offended i'll be gone. Stay michael you may not scape us so. Michael I know you love your M. well. Why so I do, but wherefore urge you that? Because I think you love your mistress better, So think not I, but say, i'faith what if I should? Come to the purpose Michael, we hear You have a pretty love in Feversham, Why have I two or three, what's that to thee? You deal to mildly, with the peasant, thus it is, 'tis known to us you love Mosby's sister. We know besides that you have ta'en your oath, To further Mosbie to your mistress bed. And kill your M. for his sister's sake. Now sir, a poorer coward than yourself, Was never fostered in the coast of Kent. Now comes it then, that such a knave as you Dare swear a matter of such consequence? Ah will. Tush give me leave, there's no more but this, Sith thou hast sworn, we dare discover all, And hadst thou or shouldst thou utter it, We have devised a complot underhand whatever shall betide to any of us: To send thee roundly to the devil of hell. And therefore thus, I am the very man, Marked in my birth hour by the destinies, To give an end to Arden's life on earth, Thou but a member, but to whet the knife, Whose edge must search the closet of his breast, Thy office is but to appoint the place, And train thy M. to his tragedy. Mine to perform it, when occasion serves. Then be not nice, but here devise with us, Now and what way, we may conclude his death. So shalt thou purchase, Mosbie for thy friend And by his friendship gain his sister's love.
Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas
Publication year (edition)
1592
First performance / composition (Annals)
1591 [1588-1592]
First performance (BritDrama)
1590 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 183 · TCP A20951 · DEEP 142
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 852–914 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 15 of 40 in this edition
Length
500 words · 649 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.763 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
I cannot paint my valour out with words, But giue me place and opportunitie, Such mercy as the staruen Lyones When she is dry suckt of her eager young: Showes to the pray that next encounters her, On Arden so much pitty would I take. So should it faire with men of firme resolue, And now sirs seeing this accident, Of meeting him in Paules hath no successe: Let vs bethinke vs on some other place, Whose earth may swallow vp this Ardens bloode. Se yonder comes his man, and wat you what, The foolish knaue is in loue with Mosbies sister, And for her sake whose loue he cannot get, Unlesse Mosbie solicit his sute. The villaine hath sworne the slaughter of his maister, Weele question him, for he may stead vs muche: Now now Michael whether are you going? My maister hath new supt, And I am going to prepare his chamber. Where supt M. Arden? At the Nages head, at the 18 pence ordinarye, Now now M. Shakbag, what Black Wil, Gods déere lady, how chaunce your face is so bloody? Go too sirra, there is a chaunce in it. This sawcines in you wil make you be knockt. Nay and you be offended ile be gone. Stay michael you may not scape vs so. Michael I knowe you loue your M. wel. Why so I do, but wherefore vrdge you that? Because I thinke you loue your mistres better, So think not I, but say, yfaith what if I should? Come to the purpose Michael, we heare You haue a pretty loue in Feuershame, Why haue I two or three, whats that to thée? You deale to mildely, with the pesant, thus it is, Tis kowne to vs you loue mosbies sister. We know besides that you haue tane your oath, To further Mosbie to your mistres bed. And kill your M. for his sisters sake. Now sir, a poorer coward then your selfe, Was neuer fostered in the coast of Kent. Now comes it then, that such aknaue as you Dare sweare a matter of such consequence? Ah will. Tush giue me leaue, thers no more but this, Sith thou hast sworne, we dare discouer all, And hadst thou or shouldst thou vtter it, We haue deuised a complat vnder band What euer shall beside to any of vs: To send thee roundly to the diuell of hell. And therefore thus, I am the very man, Markt in my birth howre by the destynies, To giue an end to Ardens lyfe on earth, Thou but a member, but to whet the knife, Whose edge must search the closet of his breast, Thy office is but to appoint the place, And traine thy M. to his tragedy. Myne to performe it, when occasion serues. Then be not nice, but here deuise with vs, Now and what way, we may conclude his death. So shalt thou purchase, Mosbie for thy frend And by his frendship gaine his sisters loue.