Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 20 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 · 470 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
It may be so God frame it to the best, But often times my dreams presage to true. To such as note their nightly fantasies, Some one in twenty may incur belief, But use it not, 'tis but a mockery, Come M. Franklin we'll now walk in Paul's And dine together at the ordinary, And by my man's direction draw to the key, And with the tide go down to Feversham, Say, M. Franklin shall it not be so? At your good pleasure sir, I'll bear you company. Draw Shakbag for here's that villain Michael, First Will let's hear what he can say, Speak milksop slave, & never after speak. For God's sake sirs let me excuse myself. For hear I swear by heaven and earth and all, I did perform the outmost of my task, And left the doors unbolted and unlocked, But see the chance Franklin and my master, Were very late conferring in the porch, And Franklin left his napkin where he sat, With certain gold knit in it, as he said Being in bed, he did bethink himself, And coming down, he found the doors unshut, He locked the gates, and brought away the keys For which offence my master rated me, But now I am going to see what flood it is, For with the tide my M. will away. Where you may front him well on Rainham down, A place well fitting such a stratagem. Your excuse hath some what mollified my choler, Why now Green 'tis better now nor ere it was, But Michael is this true? As true as I report it to be true. Then Michael this shall be your penance, To feast us all at the Salutation, Where we will plat our purpose thoroughly. And Michael, you shall bear no news of this tide Because they two may be in Kaynus down before your M. Why I'll agree to any thing you'll have me. So you will except of my company. Disturbed thoughts drives me from company, And dries my marrow with their watchfulness, Continual trouble of my moody brain, Feebles my body by excess of drink, And nips me, as the bitter north-east wind, Doth check the tender blossoms in the spring. Well fares the man howe'er his cates do taste That tables not with foul suspicion: And he but pines amongst his delicates, Whose troubled mind is stuffed with discontent. My golden time was when I had no gold, Though then I wanted, yet I slept secure, My daily toil, begat me night's repose: My night's repose made daylight fresh to me. But since I climbed the top bough of the tree, And sought to build my nest among the clouds. Each gentlest airy gail doth shake my bed: And makes me dread my downfall to the earth,
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It may be so God frame it to the best, But often times my dreames presage to trew. To such as note their nightly fantasies, Some one in twenty may incurre beliefe, But vse it not, tis but a mockery, Come M. Francklin wele now walke in Pau'es And dyne togeather at the ordinary, And by my mans direction draw to the key, And with the tyde go down to Feuershame, Say, M. Francklin shall it not be so? At your good pleasure sir, Ile beare you companye. Draw Shakbag for heers that villaine Michael, First Will lets heare what he can say, Speak milkesope slaue, & neuer after speake. For Gods sake sirs let me excuse my selfe. For heare I sweare by heauen and earth and all, I did performe the outmost of my talk, And left the doores vnbolted and vnlockt, But see the chaunce Francklin and my master, Were very late conferring in the porch, And Francklin left his napkin where he sat, With certain gourlo knit mit, as he said Being in bed, he did bethinke himselfe, And comming down, he found the dores vnshut, He lockt the gates, and brought away the keyes For which offence my master rated me, But now I am going to see what floode it is, For with the tyde my M. will away. Where you may frons him well on Kaynum downe, A place well sitting such a stratageme. Your excuse hath some what molysted my choller, Why now Gréene tis better now nor ere it was, But Michaell is this trew? As trew as I report it to be trew. Then Michaell this shall be your pennance, To feast vs all at the Salutation, Where we wil plat our purpose throughly. And Michael, you shal bear no newes of this tide Because they two may be in Kaynū down before your M. Why Ile agree to any thing youle have me. So you will except of my company. Disturbed thoughts dryues me from company, And dryes my marrow with their watchfulnes, Continuall trouble of my moody braine, Féebles my body by excesse of drinke, And nippes me, as the bitter Northeast wind, Doeth check the tender blosoms in the spring. Well fares the man how ere his cates do taste That tables not with foule suspition: And he but pines amongst his delicats, Whose troubled minde is stuft with discontent. My goulden time was when I had no gould, Thought then I wanted, yet I slept secure, My dayly toyle, begat me nights repose: My nights repose made daylight fresh to me. But since I climbd the toppe bough of the tree, And sought to build my nest among the clouds. Each gentle stary gaile doth shake my bed: And makes me dread my downfall to the earth,