Renaissance Drama — Topics · seed 42

Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 24 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 T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 483 words

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Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.

Why he begun. And thou shalt find I'll end. I do but slip it until better time. But if I do forget. Well take your fittest standings, & once more Lime your twigs to catch this weary bird, I'll leave you, and at your dags discharge Make towards like the longing water dog, That coucheth till the fowling piece be of: Then seizeth on the prey with eager mood, Ah might I see him stretching forth his limbs, As I have seen them beat their wings ere now, Why that thou shalt see if he come this way, Yes that he doth shakbag I warrant thee: But brawl not when I am gone in any case, But sirs be sure to speed him, when he comes, And in that hope I'll leave you for an hour. 'twere best that I went back to Rochester, The horse halts down right, it were not good He travailed in such pain to Feversham: Removing of a shoe may happily help it. Well get you back to Rochester, but sirrah see ye overtake us ere we come to Raynum down, For it will be very late ere we get home: I God he knows, & so doth Will and shakebagge, That thou shalt never go further than that down, And therefore have I pricked the horse on purpose, Because I would not view the massacre. Come M. Franklin onwards with your tale, I assure you sir, you task me much, A heavy blood is gathered at my heart, And on the sudden is my wind so short: As hindereth the passage of my speech. So fierce a qualm yet near assailed me: Come M. Franklin let us go on softly, The annoyance of the dust, or else some meat, you eat at dinner, cannot brook you: I have been often so, and soon amended. Do you remember where my tale did leave? ay, where the gentleman did check his wife. She being reprehended for the fact. Witness produced that took her with the deed, Her glove brought in, which there she left behind, And many other assured Arguments: He husband asked her whether it were not so. her answer then, I wonder how she looked, Having forsworn it with such vehement oaths, And at the instant so approved upon her, First did she cast her eyes down to the earth, Watching the drops that fell amain from thence, Then softly draws she forth her hand kercher, And modestly she wipes her tear stained face: Then hemmed she out to clear her voice should seem, And with a majesty addressed herself, To encounter all their accusations. Pardon me M. Arden I can no more: This fighting at my heart, makes short my wind. Come we are almost now at Raynum down, Your pretty tale beguiles the weary way: I would you were in state to tell it out.
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PlayMaster Arden of Faversham in Kent
AuthorAnonymous / 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 typeAdult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEPedition 183 · TCP A20951 · DEEP 142
Edition roleRepresentative edition — used in the analysis
Positionnodes 1398–1456 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 24 of 40 in this edition
Length483 words · 603 tokens
Topic (seed 42)unassigned by HDBSCAN · nearest topic T23 — Husbands, wives and jealousy at 0.719
Other seedsseed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Why he begun. And thou shalt finde Ile end. I doo but slip it vntil better time. But if I do forget. Wel take your fittest standings, & once more Lime your twigs to catch this weary bird, Ile leaue you, and at your dags discharge Make towards lyke the longing water dog, That coucheth til the fowling peece be of: Then ceazeth on the pray with eager moode, Ah might I sée him stretching foorth his limmes, As I haue seene them beat their wings ere now, Why that thou shalt see if he come this way, Yes that he doth shakbag I warrant thée: But braul not when I am gone in any case, But sirs be sure to speede him, when he comes, And in that hope Ile leaue you for an houre. Twere best that I went back to Rochester, The horse halts down right, it were not good He trauailed in such paine to feuershàme: Remouing of a shoe may happely help it. Well get you back to Rochester, but siirra sée ye ouertake vs ere we come to Raynum down, For it will be very late ere we get home: I God he knowes, & so doth Will and shakebagge, That thou shalt neuer go further then that downe, And therefore haue I prickt the horse on purpose, Because I would not view the massacar. Come M. Francklin onwards with your tale, I assure you sir, you taske me much, A heauy bloode is gathered at my hart, And on the sudden is my winde so short: As hindereth the passage of my speach. So ferse a qualme yet neere assayled me: Come M. Francklin let vs go on softly, The anoyance of the dust, or els some meat, you eat at dinner, cannot brooke you: I haue bene often so, and soone amended. Do you remember where my tale did leaue? I, where the gentleman did chek his wife. She being reprehended for the fact. Witnes produced that tooke her with the deed, Her gloue broght in, which there she left behind, And many other assured Arguments: He husband askt her whether it were not so. her answer then, I wonder how she lookt, Hauing forsworne it with such vehement oathes, And at the instant so approued vppon her, First did she cast her eyes down to the earth, Watching the drops that fell amaine from thence, Then softly drawes she foorth her hand kercher, And modestly she wypes her teare staind face: Then hemd she out to cleare her voice should séeme, And with a maiesty addrest her selfe, To encounter all their accusations. Pardon me M. Arden I can no more: This fighting at my hart, makes shorte my wynde. Come we are almost now at Raynum downe, Your pretty tale beguiles the weary way: I would you were in state to tell it out.