Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 32 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 T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
I pray thee gentle Franklin hold thy peace, I know my wife counsels me for the best, I'll seek out mosby, where his wound is dressed, And salve his hapless quarrel if I may. He whom the devil drives must go perforce, Poor gentleman how soon he is bewitched, And yet because his wife is the instrument, His friends must not be lavish in their speech, Sirrah Green when was I so long in killing a man. I think we shall never do it. Let us give it over. Nay Zounds we'll kill him. Though we be hanged at his door for our labour. Thou knowest Greene that I have lived in London this twelve years. Where I have made some go upon wooden legs, For taking the wall on me, divers with silver noses, for saying, There goes blackwill. I have cracked as many blades, As thou hast done Nuts, O monstrous lie. Faith in a manner I have. The bawdy houses have paid me tribute, There durst not a whore set up, unless she have agreed with me first, fore-opening her shop windows. For a cross word of a Tapster, I have pierced one barrel after another, with my dagger, And held him be the ears till all his bear hath run out, In Thames street a brewer's cart was like to have run over me, I made no more ado, but went to the clerk and cut all the notches of his tallies, and beat them about his head. I and my company have taken the Constable from his watch, And carried him about the fields on a coltstaff. I have broken a sergeant's head with his own mace, And bailed whom I list with my sword and buckler. All the tenpenny alehouses would stand every morning, With a quart pot in his hand, Saying will it please your worship drink: He that had not doone so had beene sure to haue had tis sign pulled down, & his lattice borne away the next night To conclude, what have I not done yet cannot do this, Doubtless he is preserved by Miracle. Hence Will, here comes M. Arden. Ah gentle Michael art thou sure they're friends Why I saw them when they both shook hands, When Mosbie bled, he even wept for sorrow: And railed on Franklin that was cause of all. No sooner came the surgeon in at doors, But my M. took to his purse, and gave him money. And to conclude, sent me to bring you word, That Mosbie, Franklin, Bradshaw, Adam fewle, With divers of his neighbours, and his friends, Will come and sup with you at our house this night. Ah gentle Michael, run thou back again, And when my husband walks into the fair, Bid Mosbie steal from him, and come to me. And this night shall thou and Susan be made sure, I'll go tell him. And as thou goest, tell Iohn cook of our guests, And bid him lay it on, spare for no cost.
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I pray the gentle Francklin holde thy peace, I know my wife consels me for the best, Ile seeke out mosby, where his wouud is drest, And salue his haples quarell if I may. He whome the diuel driues must go perforce, Poore gentleman how sone he is bewitcht, And yet because his wife is the instrument, His frends must not be laush in their speach, Sirra Greene when was I so long in killing a man. I think we shall neuer do it. Let us giue it ouer. Nay Zounds wele kill him. Though we be hangd at his dore for our labour. Thou knowest Greene that I have lived in London this twelve yeers. Where I have made some go uppon wodden legges, For taking the wall on me, Dyuers with siluer noses, for saying, There goes blackwill. I have crackt as many blades, As thou hast done Nutes, O monstrous lye. Faith in a manner I haue. The bawdie houses haue paid me tribute, There durst not a whore set vp, vnlesse she haue aggreed with me first, for-opning her shoppe windowes. For a crosee worde of a Tapster, I haue pearced one barrell after another, with my dager, And held him be the eares till all his beare hath run out, In Temes streete a brewers carte was lyke to haue runne ouer me, I made no more ado, but went to the clark and cut all the natches of his tales, and beat them about his head. I and my companye haue taken the Constable from his watch, And carried him about the fields on a coltstaffe. I haue broken a Sariants head with his owne mace, And build whome I list with my sword and buckler. All the tenpenny alehouse would stand euery morning, With a quart pot in his had, Saying will it please your worship drinke: He that had not doone so had beene sure to haue had tis Singne puld down, & his latice borne away the next right To conclude, what haue I not done it cannot do this, Doubtles he is preserued by Miracle. Hence Will, here comes M. Arden. Ah gentle michaell art thou sure their frends Why I saw them when they both shoke hands, When Mosbie bled, he euen wept for sorrow: And raild on Francklin that was cause of all. No sooner came the Surgen in at doores, But my M. tooke to his purse, and gaue him money. And to conclude, sent me to bring you word, That Mosbie, Francklin, Bradshaw, Adam fewle, With diuers of his neighbors, and his frends, Will come and sup with you at our house this night. Ah gentle Michaell, runne thou bak againe, And when my husband walkes into the faire, Bid Mosbie steale from him, and come to me. And this night shal thou and Susan be made sure, Ile go tell him. And as thou goest, tell Iohn cooke of our guests, And bid him lay it on, spare for no coast.