Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 33 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 · 498 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Nay and there be such cheer, we will bid ourselves Mistress Arden, Dick Green & I do mean to sup with you, And welcome shall you be, ah gentlemen, Now must you of your purpose yesternight? 'twas long of shakebag that unlucky villain. Thou dost me wrong, I did as much as any. Nay, than M. Alice, I'll tell you how it was, When he should haue lockt with both his huts, He to a bravery flourished over his head With that comes Franklin at him lustily And hurts the slave, with that he slinks away, Now his way had been to have come hand and feet, one and two round at his costard. He like a fool bears his sword point half a yard out of danger, I lie here for my life. If the devil come, and he have no more strength than sense He shall never beat me from this ward, He stand to it, a buckler in a skilfull hand, Is as good as a castle. Nay 'tis better than a sconce, for I have tried it. Mosbie perceiving this, began to faint. With that comes Arden with his arming sword, And thrust him through the shoulder in a trice. ay but I wonder why you both stood still. Faith I was so amazed I could not strike. Ah sirs had he yesternight been slain, For every drop of his detested blood, I would cram in Angels in thy fist. And kissed thee too, and hugged thee in my arms. Patient yourself, we can not help it now, Green and we two, will dog him through the fair, And stab him in the crowd, and steal away, It is unpossible, but here comes he, That will I hope invent some surer means. Sweet Mosbie hide thy arm, it kills my heart. I mistress Arden, this is your favour, Ah say not so for when I saw thee hurt, I could have taken the weapon thou lettest fall, And run at Arden, for I have sworn, That these mine eyes offended with his sight, Shall never close, till Arden's be shut up, This night I rose and walked about the chamber. And twice or thrice, I thought to have murdered him, What in the night, then had we been undone, Why, how long shall he live? Faith Alice no longer than this night. Black Will and shakbag, will you two Perform the complot that I have laid. I or else think me as a villain. And rather than you shall want, He help my selfe. You M. Green shall single Franklin forth, And hold him with a long tale of strange news: That he may not come home till suppertime. I'll fetch M. Arden home, & we like friends. Will play a game or two at tables here, But what of all this? Now shall he be stain? Why black Will and shakebag locked within the countinghouse, Shall at a certain watchword given, rush forth,
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Nay and there be such cheere, we wil bid our selues Mistres Arden, Dick Greene & I do meane to sup wt you, And welcome shall you be, ah gentlemen, Now must you of your purpose yesternight? Twas long of shakbag that vnluckye villaine. Thou doest me wrong, I did as much as any. Nay, then M. Ales, Ile tell you how it was, When he should haue lockt with both his huts, He to a brauery florisht ouer his head With that comes Francklin at him lustely And hurts the slaue, with that he slinks away, Now his way had bene to haue come hand and féete, one and two round at his costerd. He lyke a loose beares his sword point halfe a yarde out of danger, I lye here for m lyfe. If the deuil come, and he haue no more strength then sence He shall neuer beat me from this warde, He stand to it, a buckler in a skilfull hand, Is as good as a castell. Nay tis better then a sconce, for I haue tryde it. Mosbie perceiuing this, began to faint. With that comes Arden with his arming sword, And thrust him through the shoulder in a tryce. I but I wonder why you both stoode still. Faith I was so amazed I could not strike. Ah sirs had he yesternight bene slaine, For euery drop of his detested bloode, I would cranime in Angels in thy fist. And kist thee too, and hugd thee in my armes. Patient your selfe, we can not help it now, Greene and we two, will dogge him through the faire, And stab him in the croud, and steale away, It is vnpossible, but here comes he, That will I hope inuent some surer meanes. Swete Mosbie hide thy arme, it kils my hart. I mistres Arden, this is your fauour, Ah say not so for when I sawe thee hurt, I could haue toke the weapon thou letst fall, And cunne at Arden, for I haue sworne, That these mine eyes offended with his sight, Shall neuer close, til Ardens be shut vp, This night I rose and walkt about the chamber. And twise or thrise, I thought to haue murthred him, What in the night, then had we bene vndone, Why, how long shall he liue? Fraith Ales no longer then this night. Black Will and shakbag, will you two Performe the complot that I haue laid. I or els think me as a villaine. And rather then you shall want, He help my selfe. You M. Greene shal single Francklin foorth, And hould him with a long tale of strange newes: That he may not come home till suppertime. Ile fetch M. Arden home, & we like frends. Will play a game or two at tables here, But what of all this? Now shall he be staine? Why black Wil and shakebag lockt within the countinghouse, Shall at a certaine watchword giuen, rush foorth,