Master Arden of Faversham in Kent · chunk 39 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 0.76 · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
It is a cup of Wine that Michael shed. I truly. It is his blood, which strumpet thou hast shed, But if I live thou and thy complices, Which have conspired and wrought his death, Shall rue it. Ah M. Franklin God and heaven can tell, I loved him more than all the world beside. But bring me to him let me see his body. Bring that villain and Mosby's sister too, And one of you go to the fleur-de-lys. And seek for mosbie, and apprehend him to. The widow chambly in her husband's days I kept And now he's dead, she is grown so stout She will not know her old companions, I came thither thinking to have had Harbour as I was wont And she was ready to thrust me out at doors, But whether she would or no, I got me up, And as she followed me I spurned her down the stairs, And broke her neck, and cut her tapster's throat, And now I am going to fling them in the Thames, I have the gold, what care I though it be known? I'll cross the water and take sanctuary. See M. Arden where your husband lies. Confess this foul fault and be penitent. Arden sweet husband, what shall I say? The more I sound his name, the more he bleeds. This blood condemns me, and in gushing forth Speaks as it falls, and asks me why I did it, Forgive me Arden, I repent me now, And would my death save thine, thou shouldst not die, Rise up sweet Arden and enjoy thy love. And frown not on me when we meet in heaven, In heaven I love thee, though on earth I did not, Say Mosby what made thee murder him, Study not for an answer, look not down His purse and girdle found at thy bed's head, Witness sufficiently thou didst the deed. It bootless is to swear thou didst it not, I hired black Will and Shakbag, ruffians both, And they and I have done this murderous deed, But wherefore stay we? Come and bear me hence. Those Ruffians shall not escape, I will up to London, and get the counsels warrant to apprehend them. Shakebag I hear hath taken sanctuary, But I am so pursued with hues and cries, For petty robberies that I have done, That I can come unto no Sanctuary. Therefore must I in some Oyster boat, At last, be feign to go aboard some Hoy. And so to Flushing there is no staying here, At Sittinburgh the watch was like to take me. And had I not with my buckler covered my head, And run full blank, at all adventures, I am sure I had near gone further than that place, For the Constable had 20 warrants to apprehend me, Besides that, I robbed him and his Man once at Gades hill, Farewell England, I'll to Flushing now.
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 2298–2357 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 39 of 40 in this edition
Length
491 words · 638 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T1 — Death, grief and revengecross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.756 (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)
It is a cup of Wine that michaell shed. I truely. It is his bloode, which strumpet thou hast shed, But if I liue thou and thy complices, Which have conspired and wrought his death, Shall rue it. Ah M. Francklin God and heauen can tell, I loued him more then all the world beside. But bring me to him let me sée his body. Bring that villaine and mosbies sister too, And one of you go to the flowre deluce. And séeke for mosbie, and apprehend him to. The widdow chambly in her husbands dayes I kept And now he's dead, she is growne so stout She will not know her ould companions, I came thither thinking to haue had Harbour as I was wount And she was ready to thrust me out at doores, But whether she would or no, I got me up, And as she followed me I spurnd her down the staires, And broke her neck, and cut her tapsters throat, And now I am going to sting them in the Temes, I have the gould, what care I though it be knowne? Ile crosse the water and take sanctuary. Sée M. Arden where your husband lyes. Confesse this foule fault and be penitent. Arden sweete husband, what shall I say? The more I found his name, the more he bleedes. This bloode condemnes me, and in gushing foorth Speakes as it falles, and askes me why I did it, Forgiue me Arden, I repent me nowe, And would my death saue thine, thou shouldst not dye, Ryse vp swete Arden and enioy thy loue. And frowne not on me when we mete in heauen, In heauen I loue thee, though on earth I did not, Say Mosby what made thée murther him, Study not for an asnwer, looke not down His pursse and girdle found at thy beds head, Witnes sufficiently thou didst the deede. It bootles is to sweare thou didst it not, I hyred black Will and Shakebagge, Ruffynes both, And they and I haue done this murthrous deed, But wherefore stay we? Come and beare me hence. Those Ruffins shall not escape, I will vp to London, and get the counsels warrand to apprehend them. Shakebag I heare hath taken sanctuary, But I am so pursued with hues and cryes, For petty robberies that I haue done, That I can come vnto no Sanctuary. Therefore must I in some Oyster bote, At last, be faine to go a boord some Hoye. And so to Flushing there is no staying here, At Sittinburgh the watch was like to take me. And had I not with my buckler couerd my head, And run full blanck, at all aduentures, I am sure I had nere gone further then that place, For the Constable had 20 warrands to apprehend me, Besides that, I robbed him and his Man once at Gades hill, Farewell England, Ile to Flushing now.