Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 31 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 · 492 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Ah Arden what folly blinded thee? Ah jealous harebrain man what hast thou done, When we to welcome thy intended sport. Came lovingly to meet thee on thy way. Thou drewest thy sword enraged with jealousy, And hurt thy friend, Whose thoughts were free from harm. All for a worthless kiss, and joining arms. Both done but merely to try thy patience. And me unhappy that devised the jest, Which though begun in sport, yet ends in blood. marry God defend me from such a jest. Could thou not see us friendly smile on thee. When we joined arms and when I kissed his cheek. Hast thou not lately found me over kind? Didst thou not hear me cry they murder thee. Called I not help to set my husband free: No, ears and all were witched, ah me accursed, To link in liking with a frantic man, Hence forth I'll be thy slave, no more thy wife: For with that name I never shall content thee. If I be merry thou straight ways thinks me light. If sad thou sayest the sullens trouble me. If well attired thou thinks I will be gadding, If homely, I seem sluttish in thine eye. Thus am I still, and shall be while I die, Poor wench abused by thy misgovernment, But is it for truth, that neither thou nor he, intendedst malice in your misdemeanour. The heavens can witness of our harmless thoughts Then pardon me sweet Alice, And forgive this fault: Forget but this, and never see the like. Impose me penance, and I will perform it: For in thy discontent I find a death, A death tormenting more than death itself, Nay hadst thou loved me as thou dost pretend, Thou wouldst have marked the speeches of thy friend, Who going wounded from the place, he said His skin was pierced only through my device, And if sad sorrow taint thee for this fault, Thou wouldst have followed him, and seen him dressed, And cried him mercy whom thou hast misdone, near shall my heart be eased till this be done. Content thee sweet Alice thou shalt have thy will whate'er it be, For that I injured thee And wronged my friend, shame scourgeth my offence, Come thou thyself and go along with me, And be a mediator twixt us two. Why M. Arden, know you what you do, Will you follow him that hath dishonoured you, Why canst thou prove I have been disloyal. Why Mosbie taunts your husband with the horn, I after he had reviled him, By the injurious name of perjured beast, He knew no wrong could spite an jealous man, More than the hateful naming of the horn. Suppose 'tis true, yet is it dangerous. To follow him whom he hath lately hurt, A fault confessed is more than half amends, But men of such ill spirit as yourself. Work crosses and debates twixt man and wife.
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Ah Arden what folly blinded thee? Ah Ielious harebraine man what hast thou don, When we to welcome thy intended sport. Came louingly to mete thee on thy way. Thou drewst thy sword inraged with Ielousy, And hure thy freende, Whose thoughts were frée from harme. All for a woorthles kisse, and ioyning armes. Both don but mirely to try thy patience. And me vnhappy that deuysed the Iest, Which though begonne in sporte, yet ends in bloode. Mary God defend me from such a Ieast. Could thou not see vs frendly smyle on thée. When we ioynd armes and when I kist his cheeke. Hast thou not lately found me ouer kinde? Didst thou not heare me cry they murther thee. Cald I not helpe to set my husband frée: No, eares and all were witcht, ah me accurst, To lincke in lyking with a frantick man, Hence foorth Ile be thy slaue, no more thy wife: For with that name I neuer shall content thee. If He merry thou straight waies thinks me light. If sad thou satest the sullens trouble me. If well attyred thou thinks I will be gadding, If homely, I seeme sluttish in thine eye. Thus am I still, and shall be whill I die, Poore wench abused by thy misgovernment, But is it for trueth, that neither thou nor he, Entendedst malice in your misdemeanor. The heauens can witnes of our harmles thoghts Then pardon me sweete Ales, And forgiue this faulte: Forget but this, and neuer sée the lyke. Impose me pennance, and I will performe it: For in thy discontent I finde a death, A death tormenting more then death it selfe, Nay hadst thou loued me as thou doest pretend, Thou wouldst haue markt the speaches of thy frend, Who going wounded from the palce, he said His skinne was peirst only through my deuise, And if sad so row taint thee for this falt, Thou wouldst haue followed him, and sene him drest, And cryde him mercy whome thou hast misdone, Nere shall my hart be cased till this be done. Content thee sweet Ales thou shalt haue thy wil What ere it be, For that I iniurde thee And wrongd my frend, shame scourgeth my offence, Come thou thy selfe and go along with me, And be a mediator twixt vs two. Why M. Arden, know you what you do, Will you follow him that hath dishonourd you, Why canst thou proue I haue bene disloyall. Why Mosbie traunt you husband with the horn, I after he had reuyled him, By the iniuryous name of periurde beast, He knew no wrong could spyte an Ielious man, More then the hatefull naming of the horne. Suppose tis trew, yet is it dangerous. To follow him whome he hath lately hurt, A fault confessed is more then halfe a mends, But men of such ill spirite as your selfe. Worke crosses and debates twixt man and wife.