Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 28 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 T57 Ships, merchants and pirates · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T57: ship, sea, master, sail, home, money, pisaro, life, ships, till.
Speaks thou this of thine own experience, Perhaps I, perhaps no: For my wife is as other women are, that is to say, governed by the Moon. By the Moon, how I pray thee? Nay thereby lies a bargain. And you shall not have it fresh and fasting. Yes I pray thee good ferryman. Then for this once, let it be midsummer Moon, But yet my wife as another moon. Another Moon. ay, and it hath influences and Eclipses. Why then by this reckoning, you sometimes Play the man in the Moon. ay but you had not best to meddle with that moon lest I scratch you by the face, with my bramble bush, I am almost stifled with this fog, come let's away And sirrah as we go, let's us have some more of your bold yeomanry. Nay by my troth sir, but flat knavery. Oh Will where art thou? Here shakbag, almost in hell's mouth, Where I can not see my way for smoke. I pray thee speak still, that we may meet by the sound, for I shall fall into some ditch or other, unless my feet see better than my eyes. diddest thou ever see better weather to run away with another man's wife, or play with a wench at potfinger. No this were a fine world for chandlers, If this weather would last, for then a man Should never dine nor sup without candle light, But sirrah Will what horses are those that past? Why, didst thou hear any? I that I did. My life for thine, 'twas Arden and his companion And then all our labour's lost, Nay say not so for, if it be they, they may happily lose their way as we have done And then we may chance meet with them. Come let us go on like a couple of blind pilgrims Help Will help, I am almost drowned. whose's that, that calls for help? 'Twas none here, 'twas thou thyself. I came to help him that called for help, Why how now? who is this that's in the ditch? You are well enough served, to go without a guide such weather as this. Sirrah what companies hath passed your ferry this morning None but a couple of gentlemen, that went to dine at my Lord Cheyny's. Shakbag did not I tell thee as much? Why sir, will you have any letters carried to them No sir, get you gone. Did you ever see such a mist as this? No, nor such a fool as will rather be bought than get his way. Why sir, this is no hough Monday, you are deceived What's his name I pray you sir? His name is black will. I hope to see him one day hanged upon a hill. See how the Sun hath cleared the foggy mist, Now we have missed the mark of our intent.
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Speaks thou this of thine owne experience, Perhaps I, perhaps no: For my wyfe is as other women are, that is to say, governed by the Moone. By the Moone, how I pray thée? Na thereby lyes a bargane. And you shall not haue it fresh and fasting. Yes I pray thee good ferryman. Then for this once, let it be midsommer Moone, But yet my wyfe as another moone. Another Moone. I, and it hath influences and Celipses. Why then by this reconing, you somtimes Play the man in the Moone. I but you had not best to meddle with that moone Least I scratch you by the face, with my bramble bush, I am almost stifled with this fog, come lets away And sirra as we go, lets vs haue som more of your bolde yeomandry. Nay by my troth sir, but flat knauery. Oh Will where art thou? Here shakbag, almost in hels mouth, Where I can not see my way for smoake. I pray thee speake still, that we may mete by the sound, for I shall fall into some ditche or other, vnles my seete see better then my eies. Didest thou euer sée better weather to runne away with another mans wife, or play with a wenche at potfinger. No this were a sine world for chandlers, If this weather would last, for then a man Should neuer dyne nor sup without candle light, But sirra Will what horses are those that past? Why, didst thou heare any? I that I did. My life for thine, twas Arden and his companiō And then all our labour's lost, Nay say not so for, if it be they, they may happely loose their way as we haue done And then we may chaunce meete with them. Come let vs go on lyke a couple of blind pilgrims Helpe Will help, I am almost drownd. Whose that, that calles for help? I was none heere, twas thou thy selfe. I came to help him that cald for help, Why how now? who is this thats in the ditch? You are well enough serued, to goe without a guyde such weather as this. Sirra what companyes hath past your ferry this morning None but a cupple of gentlemen, that went to dyne at my Lord cheyneis. Shakbag did not I tell thée asmuch? Why sir, will you haue any letters caried to them No sir, get you gone. Did you euer see such a mist as this? No, nor such a foole as will rather be bought then get his way. Why sir, this is no hough munday, you ar deceiud Whats his name I pray you sir? His name is black will. I hope to see him one day hangd vpon a hill. Sée how the Sunne hath cleard the foggy mist, Now we haue mist the marke of our intent.