Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 16 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 501 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
So shall thy mistress be thy favourer, And thou disburdened of the oath thou made. Well gentlemen I cannot but confess, Sith you have vrdged me so apparently, That I have vowed my M. Arden's death, And he whose kindly love and liberal hand, Doth challenge nought but good deserts of me, I will deliver over to your hands. This night come to his house at Aldersgate, The doors I'll leave unlocked against you come. No sooner shall ye enter through the latch, Over the threshold to the inner court. But on your left hand shall you see the stairs. That leads directly to my M. chamber. There take him and dispose him as ye please, Now it were good we parted company, What I have promised, I will perform. Should you deceive us, 'twould go wrong with you, I will accomplish all I have revealed, Come let's go drink, choler makes me as dry as a dog Thus feeds the Lamb securely on the down, Whilst through the thicket of an arbour brake, The hunger bitten Wolf o'erpries his haunt, And takes advantage to eat him up. Ah harmless Arden how, how hast thou misdone, That thus thy gentle life is leveled at, The many good turns that thou hast done to me, Now must I quittance with betraying thee. I that should take the weapon in my hand, And buckler thee from ill intending foes. Do lead thee with a wicked fraudful smile, As unsuspected, to the slaughterhouse: So have I sworn to Mosby and my mistress. So have I promised to the slaughtermen. And should I not deal currently with them, Their lawless rage would take revenge on me, Tush I will spurn at mercy for this once. Let pity lodge where feeble women lie, I am resolved, and Arden needs must die. No Franklin no, if fear or stormy threats, If love of me, or care of womanhood, If fear of God, or common speech of men, Who mangle credit with their wounding words, And cooch dishonour, as dishonour buds. Might soyne repentance in her wanton thoughts, No question then but she would turn the lease, And sorrow for her dissolution. But she is rooted in her wickedness Perverse and stubborn, not to be reclaimed, Good counsel is to her as rain to weeds And reprehension makes her vice to grow, As Hydra's head that perished by decay. Her faults methink are painted in my face. For every searching eye to over-read. And Mosby's name, a scandal unto mine. Is deeply trenched in my blushing brow. Ah Franklin Franklin, when I think on this, My heart's grief rends my other powers, Worse than the conflict at the hour of death. Gentle Arden leave this sad lament, She will amend, and so your griefs will cease Or else she'll die, and so your sorrows end. If neither of these two do happily fall, Yet let your comfort be, that others bear Your woes twice doubled all with patience.
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So shal thy mistres be thy fauorer, And thou disburdned of the oath thou made. Wel gentlemen I cannot but confesse, Sith you haue brdged me so aparantly, That I haue vowed my M. Ardens death, And he whose kindly loue and liberall hand, Doth challenge naught but good deserts of me, I wil delyuer ouer to your hands. This night come to his house at Aldersgate, The dores Ile leaue vnlockt against you come. No sooner shall ye enter through the latch, Ouer the thresholde to the inner court. But on your left hand shall you sée the staires. That leads directly to my M. chamber. There take him and dispose him as ye please, Now it were good we parted company, What I haue promised, I will performe. Should you deceive vs, twould go wrong wt you, I will accomplish al I haue reuealde, Come let's go drinke, choller makes me as drye as a dog Thus féedes the Lambe securely on the downe, Whilst through the thicket of an arber brake, The hunger bitten Woulfe orepryes his hant, And takes aduantage to eat him vp. Ah harmeles Arden how, how hast thou misdone, That thus thy gentle lyfe is leueld at, The many good turnes that thou hast don to me, Now must I quitance with betraying thee. I that should take the weapon in my hand, And buckler thée from ill intending foes. Do lead thée with a wicked fraudfull smile, As vnsuspected, to the slaughterhouse: So haue I sworne to Mosby and my mistres. So haue I promised to the slaughtermen. And should I not deale currently with them, Their lawles rage would take reuenge on me, Tush I will spurne at mercy for this once. Let pittie lodge where féeble womenly, I am resolued, and Arden néeds must die. No Francklin no, if feare or stormy threts, If loue of me, or care of womanhoode, If feare of God, or common speach of men, Who mangle credit with their wounding words, And cooch dishonor, as dishonor buds. Might soyne repentaunce in her wanton thoughts, No question then but she would turne the lease, And sorrow for her desolution. But she is rooted in her wickednes Peruerse and stobburne, not to be reclaimde, Good counsell is to her as raine to weedes And reprehension makes her vice to grow, As Hydraes head that perisht by decay. Her faults me think are painted in my face. For euery searching eye to ouer réede. And Mosbies name, a scandale vnto myne. Is deeply trenched in my blushing brow. Ah Francklin Francklin, when I think on this, My harts greese rends my other powers, Worse then the conflict at the houre of death. Gentle Arden leaue this sad lament, She will amend, and so your gréefes will cease Or els shele die, and so your sorrows end. If neither of these two do happely fall, Yet let your comfort be, that others beare Your woes twice doubled all with patience.