Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 18 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 · 482 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
What hath occasioned such a fearful cry? Speak Michael, hath any injured thee? Nothing sir, but as I fell asleep, Upon the threshold leaning to the stairs. I had a fearful dream that troubled me, And in my slumber thought I was beset, With murderer thieves that came to rifle me. My trembling joints witness my inward fear. I crave your pardons for disturbing you. So great a cry for nothing, I near heard. What, are the doors fast locked? and all things safe? I cannot tell, I think I locked the doors. I like not this, but I'll go see myself, near trust me, but the doors were all unlocked. This negligence not half contenteth me. Get you to bed, and if you love my favour, Let me have no more such pranks as these Come M. Franklin, let us go to bed. I by my Faith, the air is very cold, Michael farewell, I pray thee dream no more. Black night hath hid the pleasures of that day. And sheting darkness overhangs the earth, And with the black fold of her cloudy rob, Obscures us from the eyesight of the world, In which sweet silence such as we triumph. The lazy minutes linger on their time, Loath to give due audit to the hour: Till in the watch our purpose be complete, And Arden sent to everlasting night. Greene get you gone, and linger here about, And at some hour hence, come to us again, Where we will give you instance of his death. Speed to my wish whose will soe'er says no, And so i'll leave you for an hour or two. I tell thee Shakebag, would this thing were done, I am so heavy that I can scarce go: This drowsiness in me bodes little good. Now now Will, become a precissian. Nay then let's go sleep, when bugs and fears, Shall kill our courages with their fancies work, Why Shakbag thou mistakes me much, And wrongs me to in telling me of fear, Wert not a serious thing we go about, It should be slipped, till I had sought with thee: To let thee know I am no coward I, I tell thee Shakbag thou abusest me. Why thy speech bewrayed an inly kind of fear. And favoured of a weak relenting spirit. Go forward now in that we have begun. And afterwards attempt me when thou darest. And if I do not heaven cut me of, But let that pass, and show me to this house. Where thou shalt see I'll do as much as Shakbag. This is the door, but soft, methinks 'tis shut. The villain Michael hath deceived us, Soft let me see, shakbag 'tis shut indeed. Knock with thy sword, perhaps the slave will hear, It will not be, the white livered peasant is gone to bed And laughs us both to scorn.
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What hath occasiond such a fearefull crye? Speake Michaell, hath any iniurde thée? Nothing sir, but as I fell a sleepe, Upon the thresholde leaning to the staires. I had a fearfull dreame that troubled me, And in my slumber thought I was beset, With murtherer theeues that came to rifle me. My trembling ioints witnes my inward feare. I craue your pardons for disturbing you. So great a cry for nothing, I nere heard. What, are the doores fast lockt? and al things safe? I cannot tel, I think I lockt the doores. I like not this, but Ile go sée my selfe, Nere trust me, but the doores were all vnlockt. This negligence not halse contenteth me. Get you to bed, and if you loue my fauour, Let me haue no more such pranckes as these Come M. Francklin, let vs go to bed. I be my Faith, the aire is very colde, Michaell farewell, I pray thee dreame no more. Black night hath hid the pleasurs of yt day. And sheting darknesse ouerhangs the earth, And with the black folde of her cloudy robe, Obscure vs from the eiesight of the worlde, In which swete silence such as we triumph. The laysie minuts linger on their time, Loth to give due audit to the howre: Til in the watch our purpose be complete, And Arden sent to euerlasting night. Greene get you gone, and linger here about, And at some houre hence, come to vs againe, Where we will giue you instance of his death. Speede to my wish whose wil so ere sayes no, And so ile leaue you for an howre or two. I tel thoe Shakebag, would this thing wer don, I am so heauy that I can scarse go: This drowsines in me bods little good. Now now Will, become a precissian. Nay then lets go sleepe, when huges and feares, Shall kill our courages with their fancies worke, Why Shakbagge thou mistakes me much, And wrongs me to in telling me of feare, Wert not a serious thing we go about, It should be slipt, til I had sought with thée: To let thée know I am no coward I, I tel thee Shakbag thou abusest me. Why thy speach bewraied an inlye kind offeare. And fauourd of a weak relenting spirit. Go forward now in that we haue begonne. And afterwards attempt me when thou darest. And if I do not heauen cut me of, But let that passe, and show me to this house. Where thou shalt sée Ile do as much as Shakbag. This is the doore, but soft, me thinks tis shut. The villaine Michaell hath deceiued vs, Soft let me sée, shakbag tis shut indéed. Knock with thy sword, perhaps the slaue will heare, It will not be, the white liuerd pesant is gon to bed And laughs vs both to scorne.