Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 38 of 40
Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas · published 1592 · first performed or written 1591 [1588-1592] (Annals) tragedy · Pembroke's Men (?) T1 Death, grief and revenge typicality 0.68 · 488 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
Out at the back door, over the pile of wood. And for one night lie at the fleur-de-lys, That is the next way to betray myself. Alas M. Arden the watch will take me here, And cause suspicion, where else would be none. Why take that way that M. Mosbie doth, But first convey the body to the fields. Until tomorrow, sweet Alice now farewell, And see you confess nothing in any case. Be resolute M. Alice, betray us not, But cleave to us as we will stick to you, Now let the judge and juries do their worst, My house is clear, and now I fear them not. As we went it snowed all the way, Which makes me fear, our footsteps will be spied. Peace fool, the snow will cover them again. But it had done before we came back again. Hark hark, they knock, go Michael let them in. Now now M. Maior, haue you brought my husband home I saw him come into your house an hour ago You are deceived, it was a Londoner, Mistress Arden know you not one that is called black Will. I know none such, what mean these questions I have the counsels warrant to apprehend him I am glad it is no worse. Why M. maior think you I harbour any such? We are informed that here he is. And therefore pardon us, for we must search. I search and spare you not, through every room, Were my husband at home, you would not offer this, M. Franklin what mean you come so sad. Arden thy husband, and my friend, is slain, Ah, by whom? M. Franklin can you tell? I know not, but behind the abbey, There he lies murdered in most piteous case, But M. Franklin are you sure 'tis he, I am too sure, would God I were deceived. Find out the Murderers let them be known, I so they shall, come you along with us. Wherefore? know you this handtowel and this knife? Ah michael through this thy negligence. Thou hast betrayed and undone us all. I was so afraid, I knew not what I did, I thought I had thrown them both into the well. It is the pig's blood we had to supper. But wherefore stay you? find out the murderers. I fear me you'll prove one of them yourself. I one of them, what mean such questions. I fear me he was murdered in this house. And carried to the fields, for from that place, Backwards and forwards may you see, The print of many feet within the snow, And look about this chamber where we are, And you shall find part of his guiltless blood, For in his slipshoe did I find some rushes. Which argueth he was murdered in this room. Look in the place where he was wont to sit. Sèe see his blood it is too manifest,
Anonymous / Kyd, Thomas / Shakespeare, William / Watson, Thomas
Publication year (edition)
1592
First performance / composition (Annals)
1591 [1588-1592]
First performance (BritDrama)
1590 [1587-1592]
Company (BritDrama)
Pembroke's Men (?)
Genre (British Drama)
tragedy
Play type
Adult Professional;Professional
Edition / TCP / DEEP
edition 183 · TCP A20951 · DEEP 142
Edition role
Representative edition — used in the analysis
Position
nodes 2238–2297 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 38 of 40 in this edition
Length
488 words · 621 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.685 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T7 · seed 44: T1 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Out at the back dore, ouer the pyle of woode. And for one night ly at the floure deluce, That is the next way to betray my selfe. Alas M. Arden the watch will take me here, And cause suspition, where els would be none. Why take that way that M. Mosbie doeth, But first conuey the body to the fields. Until to morrow, swéete Ales now farewel, And see you confesse nothing in any case. Be resolute M. Ales, betray vs not, But cleaue to vs as we wil stick to you, Now let the indge and iuries do their worst, My house is cleare, and now I seare them not. As we went it snowed al the way, Which makes me feare, our footesteps will be spyed. Peace foole, the snow wil couer them againe. But it had done before we came back againe. Hearke hearke, they knocke, go Michaell let them in. Now now M. Maior, haue you brought my husband home I sawe him come into your house an hour agoe You are deceiued, it was a Londoner, Mistres Arden know you not one that is called blacke Will. I know none such, what meane these questions I haue the counsels warrand to aprehend him I am glad it is no worse. Why M. maior thinke you I harbour any such? We are informd that here he is. And therefore pardon vs, for we must search. I search and spare you not, through euery roome, Were my husband at home, you would not offer this, M. Francklin what meane you come so sad. Arden thy husband, and my fréend, is slaine, Ah, by whome? M. Francklin can you tell? I know not, but behind the abby, There helyes murthred in most pittious case, But M. Francklin are you sure tis he, I am too sure, would God I were deceiued. Finde out the Murthrers let them be knowne, I so they shall, come you along with vs. Wherefore? know you this handtowel and this knyfe? Ah michael through this thy negligence. Thou hast betraied and vndone vs all. I was so affraide, I knew not what I did, I thought I had throwne them both into the well. It is the pigs bloode we had to supper. But wherefore stay you? finde out the murthrers. I feare me youle proue one of them your selfe. I one of them, what meane such questions. I feare me he was murthred in this house. And carried to the fields, for from that place, Backwards and forwards may you see, The print of many feete within the snow, And looke about this chamber where we are, And you shall finde part of his giltles bloode, For in his slipshoe did I finde some rushes. Which argueth he was murthred in this roome. Looke in the place where he was wont to sit. Sèe see his blood it is too manifest,