Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 34 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
What shall the watch word be? (Now I take you) that shall be the word. But come not forth before in any case. I warrant you, but who shall lock me in? That will I do, thou'st keep the key thyself. Come M. Green, go you along with me. See all things ready Alice against we come. Take no care for that, send you him home. And if he ere go forth again, blame me, Come black Will that in mine eyes art fair, Next unto Mosbie do I honour thee, Instead of fair words and large promises, My hands shall play you golden harmony, Now like you this? say, will you doe it sirs? I and that bravely too, mark my device. Place Mosbie being a stranger in a chair, And let your husband sit upon a stool, That I may come behind him cunningly, And with a towel pull him to the ground, Then stab him till his flesh be as a siue, That done bear him behind the Abbey, That those that find him murdered, may suppose Some slave or other killed him for his gold. A fine device, you shall have twenty pound, And when he is dead, you shall have forty more. And lest you might be suspected staying here, Michael shall saddle you two lusty geldings. ride whether you will to Scotland or to Wales. He see you shall not lacke, where ere you be. Such words would make one kill 1000. men. Give me the key, which is the counting house? Here would I stay, and still encourage you, But that I know how resolute you are. Tush you are too faint hearted, we must do it. But Mosbie will be there, whose very looks, Will ad unwonted courage to my thought, And make me the first that shall adventure on him, Tush get you gone, 'tis we must do the deed. When this door opens next look for his death Ah, would he now were here, that it might open I shall no more be closed in Arden's arms, That like the snakes of black Tisiphone, Sting me with their embracings, Mosby's arms Shall compass me, and were I made a star, I would have none other spheres but those. There is no nectar, but in Mosby's lips, Had chaste Diana kissed him, she like me Would grow love sick, and from her watery bower, Fling down Endymion and snatch him up: Then blame not me, that slay a silly man, Not half so lovely as Endymion. Mistress my master is coming hard by, Who comes with him. nobody but Mosby. That's well Michael, fetch in the tables, And when thou hast done, stand before the countinghouse door. Why so? Black will is locked within, to do the deed. What shall he die tonight? I Michael. But shall not susan know it? Yes for she'll be as secret as ourselves. That's brave, I'll go fetch the tables.
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What shall the watch word be? (Now I take you) that shall be the word. But come not forth before in any case. I warrant you, but who shall lock me in? That will I do, thou'st kepe the key thy selfe. Come M. Gréene, go you along with me. Sée all things ready Ales against we come. Take no care for that, send you him home. And if he ere go forth againe, blame me, Come blacke Will that in mine eies art faire, Next vnto Mosbie doe I honour thée, Instead of faire wordes and large promises, My hands shall play you goulden harmonie, Now like you this? say, will you doe it sirs? I and that brauely too, marke my deuice. Place Mosbie being a stranger in a chaire, And let your husband sit vpon a stoole, That I may come behind him cunninglie, And with a to well pull him to the ground, Then stab him till his flesh be as a sine, That doone beare him behind the Abby, That those that finde him murthered, may suppose Some slaue or other kild him for his golde. A fine deuice, you shall haue twenty pound, And when he is dead, you shal haue forty more. And least you might be suspected staying heere, Michaell shall saddle you two lusty geldings. Ryde whether you will to Scotland or to Wales. He see you shall not lacke, where ere you be. Such wordes would make one kill 1000. men. Giue me the key, which is the counting house? Here would I stay, and still encourage you, But that I know how resolute you are. Lush you are too faint harted, we must do it. But Mosbie will be there, whose very lookes, Will ad vnwounted courage to my thought, And make me the first that shall aduenture on him, Lush get you gone, tis we must do the deede. When this doore oppens next looke for his death Ah, would be now were here, that it might oppen I shaling more be closed in Ardens armes, That lyke the snakes of blacke Tisiphone, Sting me with their enbraceings, mosbies armes Shal compasse me, and were I made a starre, I would haue none other spheres but those. There is no nedor, but in Mosbies lypes, Had chast Diana kist him, she like me Would grow loue sicke, and from her watrie bower, Fling down Endimion and snath him vp: Then blame not me, that stay a silly man, Not halfe so louely as Endimion. Mistres my maister is comming hard by, Who comes with him. No body but mosbye. Thats will michaell, fetch in the tables, And when thou hast done, stand before the countinghouse doore. Why so? Black will is lockt within, to do the déede. What shull he die to night? I michaell▪ But shall not susan know it? Yes for shele be as seereete as our selues. Thats braue, Ile go fetch the tables.