Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 19 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 · 471 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
And he shall by his merriment as dear, As ever coistrel bought so little sport, Here let this sword assist me when I need, But rust and canker after I have sworn: If I the next time that I meet the hind, Lop not away his leg, his arm or both, And let me never draw a sword again, Nor prosper in the twilight, cock-shut light, When I would fleece the wealthy passenger, But lie and languish in a loathsome den: Hated and spit at by the goers by. And in that death may die, unpitied. If I the next time that I meet the slave, Cut not the nose from off the coward's face, And trample on it, for this villainy. Come let's go seek out Green I know he'll swear He were a villain and he would not swear, I would make a peasant swear amongst his boys. That near durst say before but yea and no. To be thus flouted of a coistrel. Shakbag let's seek out green, & in the morning At the Alehouse butting Arden's house, Watch thee out coming of that prick eared cur, And then let me alone to handle him. Sirrah get you back to Billingsgate, And learn what time the tide will serve our turn, Come to us in Paul's, first go make the bed, And afterwards go hearken for the flood. Come M. Franklin, you shall go with me. This night I dreamed that being in a park, A toil was pitched to overthrow the dear, And I upon a little rising hill, Stood wistly watching for the herds approach, Even there methinks a gentle slumber took me, And summoned all my parts to sweet repose. But in the pleasure of this golden rest, An ill thewed foster had removed the toil, And rounded me with that beguiling home, Which late methought was pitched to cast the dear, With that he blew an evil sounding horn, And at the noise another herdman came: With Falchion drawn, and bent it at my breast. Crying aloud thou art the game we seek, With this I waked, and trembled every joint, Like one obscured in a little bush, That sees a lion foraging about, And when the dreadful forest King is gone, He pries about, with timorous suspect Throughout the thorny casements of the brake, And will not think his person dangerless. But quakes and showers though the cause be gone. So trust me Franklin when I did awake, I stood in doubt whether I waked or no: Such great impression took this fond surprise: God grant this vision bedeem me any good. This fantasy doth rise from Michael's fear, Who being awaked with the noise he made, His troubled senses, yet could take no rest. And this I warrant you procured your dream.
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And he shall by his mirriment as deare, As euer coistrell bought so little sport, Here let this sworde assist me when I neede, But rust and canker after I haue sworne: If I the next time that I mete the hind, Loppe not away his leg, his arme or both, And let me neuer draw a sword againe, Nor prosper in the twilight, cockshut light, When I would sleece the welthie passenger, But ly and languish in a loathsome den: Hated and spit at by the goers by. And in that death may die, vnpittied. If I the next time that I meete the slaue, Cut not the nose from of the cowards face, And trample on it, for this villany. Come lets go seeke out Gréen I know hele swear He were a villane and he would not sweare, I would make a pesant sweare amongst his boyes. That nere durst say before but yea and no. To be thus slouted of a coysterel. Shakbag lets seeke out gréen, & in the morning At the Alehouse butting Ardens house, Watch thee out comming of that prick eard cur, And then letme alone to handle him. Sirra get you back to billensgate, And learne what time the tide will serue our turne, Come to vs in Paules, first go make the bed, And afterwards go harken for the floude. Come M. Francklin, you shall go with me. This night I dreamed that béeing in a parke, A toyle was picht to ouerthrow the deare, And I vppon a little rysing hill, Stoode whistely watching for the herds approch, Euen there me thoughts a gentle slumber tooke me, And sommond all my parts to swéete repose. But in the pleasure of this golden rest, An ill thewd foster had remoued the toyle, And rounded me with that beguyling home, Which late me thought was pitcht to cast the deare, With that he blew an euill sounding horne, And at the noise an other heard man came: With Fauchon drawn, and bent it at my brest. Crying aloud thou art the game we séeke, With this I wakt, and trembled euery ioynt, Lyke one oscured in a lytle bushe, That sees a lyon foraging about, And when the dreadfull forrest King is gone, He pryes about, with timerous suspects Throughout the thorny casements of the brake, And will not think his person daungerles. But quakes and shewers though the cause be gone. So trust me Francklin when I did awake, I stoode in doubt whether I waked or no: Such great impression tooke this sond surprise: God graunt this vision bedeeme me any good. This fantassie doeth rise from Michaels feare, Who being awaked with the noyse he made, His troubled sences, yet could take no rest. And this I warant you procured your dreame.