The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare - All 17 Rare Plays in One Edition E-Book

William Shakespeare

• Herausgeber: Musaicum Books
• Kategorie: Geisteswissenschaft
• Sprache: Englisch
• Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2017

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The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare - All 17 Rare Plays in One Edition is a collection that sheds light on lesser-known works of the esteemed playwright. These plays, believed to have been written in collaboration with other authors or misattributed over time, showcase a different side of Shakespeare's creativity and versatility. Despite their lack of widespread recognition, the plays in this collection exhibit the same poetic language, intricate plots, and timeless themes that Shakespeare is famous for. Readers will appreciate the opportunity to explore these hidden gems and gain a deeper understanding of Shakespeare's extensive body of work. Scholars and enthusiasts alike will find value in this comprehensive edition. William Shakespeare's enduring legacy as one of the greatest writers in English literature is further solidified through this collection, demonstrating his vast influence and contribution to the world of drama. His ability to captivate audiences with his words and characters continues to inspire generations of readers and theatergoers. The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare is a must-read for anyone interested in delving into the complete works of this literary giant.

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The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare - All 17 Rare Plays in One Edition

Arden of Faversham, The Lamentable Tragedy of Locrine, Mucedorus and Amadine…

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ARDEN OF FAVERSHAM

A YORKSHIRE TRAGEDY

THE LAMENTABLE TRAGEDY OF LOCRINE

MUCEDORUS THE KING’S SON OF VALENTIA, AND AMADINE, THE KING’S DAUGHTER OF ARRAGON.

THE LONDON PRODIGAL

THE PURITAINE WIDDOW

THE SECOND MAIDEN’S TRAGEDY

SIR JOHN OLD CASTLE

LORD CROMWELL

KING EDWARD THE THIRD

EDMUND IRONSIDE

SIR THOMAS MORE

FAIRE EM

A FAIRY TALE IN TWO ACTS

THE MERRY DEVILL OF EDMONTON

THOMAS OF WOODSTOCK

ARDEN OF FAVERSHAM

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DRAMATIS PERSONAE

ADAM FOWL

FRANKLIN

ARDEN

ALICE ARDEN, his wife

MICHAEL, their servant

MOSBIE, Alice’s lover

BLACK WILL, Assasin

SHAKEBAG, Assassin

CLARKE, a clerk

BRADSHAW

DICK GREENE

SUSAN

LORD CLIFFORD

MAYOR OF FAVERSHAM

FERRYMAN

PRENTICE, An Apprentice

DICK REEDE

A SAILOR

Enter Arden and Fraknlin

FRANKLIN

Arden, cheer up thy spirits, and droop no more

My gracious lord, the duke of somerset,

Hath freely given to thee and to thy heirs,

by letters patent from his majesty,

All the lands of the abbey of feversham.

Read them, and leave this melancholy mood.

ARDEN

Franklin, thy love prolongs my weary life;

And but for thee how odious were this life,

That shows me nothing but torments my soul,

And those foul objects that offend mine eyes,

Which makes me wish that for this vale of heaven

The earth hung over my head and covered me.

Love letters past twixt Mosbie and my wife,

And they have privy meetings in the town:

Nay, on his finger did I spy the ring

Which at our marriage-day the priest put on.

Can any grief be half so great as this?

FRANKLIN

Comfort thyself, sweet friend; it is not strange

That women will be false and wavering.

ARDEN

Ay, but to dote on such a one as he

Is monstrous, Franklin, and intolerable.

FRANKLIN

Why, what is he?

ARDEN

A botcher, and no better at the first;

Who, by base brokage getting some small stock,

Crept into service of a nobleman,

And by his servile flattery and fawning

Is now become the steward of his house,

And bravely jets it in his silken gown.

ARDEN

Yes, the lord Clifford, he that loves not me,

But through his favor let him not grow proud,

For were he by the lord protector backed,

He should not make me to be pointed at.

I am by birth a gentlfr. s rival that attempts

To violate my dear wife’s chastity

(for dear I hold her love, as dear as heaven)

Shall on the bed which he thinks to defile

See his dissevered joints and sinews torn,

Whilst on the planchers pants his weary body,

Smeared in the channels of his lustful blood.

FRANKLIN

Be patient, gentle friend, and learn of me

To ease thy grief and save her chastity:

Intreat her fair; sweet words are fittest engines

To race the flint walls of a woman’s breast.

In any case be not too jealious.

Nor make no question of her love to thee;

But, as securely, presently take horse,

And lie with me at London all this term;

For women, when they may, will not,

But, being kept back, straight grow outrageous.

ARDEN

Though this abhors from reason, yet I’ll try it

And call her forth and presently take leave.

How! Alice! (here enters ALICE

Summer nights are short, and yet you rise ere day.

Had I been wake, you had not risen so soon.

ARDEN

Sweet love, thou knowest that we two ovid-like,

Have often chid the morning when it ‘gan to peep,

And often wished that dark night’s purblind steeds,

Would pull her by the purple mantle back,

And cast her in the ocean to her love.

But this night, sweet Alice, thou hast killed my heart,

I heard thee call on Mosbie in thy sleep.

ALICE

‘tis like I was asleep when I named him,

For being awake he comes not in my thoughts.

ALICE

And thereof came it, and therefore blame not me.

ARDEN

I know it did, and therefore let it pass.

I must to London, sweet Alice, presently.

ALICE

But tell me do you mean to stay there long?

ARDEN

No longer there till my affairs be done.

FRANKLIN

He will not stay above a month at Most.

ALICE

A month? Ay me! Sweet Arden, come again

Within a day or two, or else I die.

ARDEN

I cannot long be from thee gentle ALICE

Whilst Michael fetch our horses from the field,

Franklin and I will down unto the key;

For I have certain goods there to unload.

Meanwhile prepare our breakfast, gentle Alice;

For yet ere noon we’ll take horse and away.

Exeunt Arden and FRANKLIN

ALICE

Ere noon he means to take horse and away!

Sweet news is this. O that some airy spirit

Would in the shape and likeness of a horse

Gallop with Arden ‘cross the ocean,

And throw him from his back into the waves!

Sweet Mosbie is the man that hath my heart:

And he usurps it, having nought but this,

That I am tied to him by marriage.

Love is a god, and marriage is but words;

And therefore Mosbie’s title is the best.

Tush! Whether it be or no, he shall be mine,

In spite of him, of hymen, and of rites.

(here enters Adam of the Flower-de-Luce

And here comes Adam of the Flower-de-Luce;

I hope he brings me tidings of my love.

-how now, Adam, what is the news with you?

Be not afraid; my husband is now from home.

ADAM

He whom you wot of, Mosbie, mistress Alice,

Is come to town, and sends you word by me

In any case you may not visit him.

ALICE

Not visit him?

ADAM

No, nor take no knowledge of his being here.

ALICE

But tell me, is he angry or displeased?

ADAM

Should seem so, for he is wondrous sad.

ALICE

Were he as mad as raving hercules,

I’ll see him, ay, and were thy house of force,

These hands of mine should raze it to the ground,

Unless that thou wouldst bring me to my love.

ADAM

Nay, and you be so impatient, I’ll be gone.

Ask Mosbie how I have incurred his wrath;

Bear him from me these pair of silver dice,

With which we played for kisses many a time,

And when I lost, I won, and so did he; -

Such winning and such losing jove send me,

And bid him, if his love do not decline,

Come this morning but along my door,

And as a stranger but salute me there:

This may he do without suspect or fear.

ADAM

I’ll tell him what you say, and so farewell. Exit ADAM

ALICE

Do, and one day I’ll make amends for all.

I know he loves me well, but dares not come,

Because my husband is so jealious,

And these my marrow prying neighbors blab,

Hinder our meetings when we would confer.

But, if I live, that block shall be removed,

And, Mosbie, thou that comes to me by stealth

Shalt neither fear the biting speech of men

Nor Arden’s looks; as surely shall he die

As I abhor him and love only thee.

(here enters MICHAEL

How, now Michael, whither are you going?

MICHAEL

To fetch my master’s nag.

I hope you’ll think on me.

ALICE

Ay; but, Michael, see you keep your oath,

And be secret as you are resolute.

MICHAEL

I’ll see he shall not live above a week.

ALICE

On that condition, Michael, here is my hand

None shall have Mosbie’s sister but thyself.

MICHAEL

I understand the painter here hard by

Hath made report that he and sue is sure.

ALICE

There’s no such matter, Michael; believe it not.

MICHAEL

But he hath sent a dagger sticking in a heart,

With a verse or two stolen from a painted cloth:

The which I hear the wench keeps in her chest.

MICHAEL

Why, say I should be took, I’ll ne’er confess,

That you know anything; and Susan, being a maid,

May beg me from the gallows of the sheriff.

ALICE

Trust not to that, MICHAEL

MICHAEL

You cannot tell me, I have seen it, ay,

I’ll make her more worth than twenty painters can;

For I will rid mine elder brother away,

And then the farm of bolton is mine own.

Who would not venture upon house and land,

When he may have it for a right down blow? (here enters MOSBIE

ALICE

Yonder comes MOSBIE

Michael, get thee gone,

And let not him nor any know thy drifts. (Exit MICHAEL

Mosbie, my love!

MOSBIE

Away, I say, and talk not to me now.

ALICE

A word or two, sweet heart, and then I will.

‘tis yet but early days, thou needst not fear.

MOSBIE

Where is your husband?

ALICE

‘tis now high water, and he is at the key.

MOSBIE

There let him be; hence forward know me not.

ALICE

Is this the end of all thy solemn oaths?

Is this the fruit thy reconcilement buds?

Have I for this given thee so many favors,

Incurred my husband’s hate, and, out alas,

Made shipwreck of mine honor for thy sake?

And dost thou say ‘hence forward know me not’?

Remember, when I lock’d thee in my closet,

What were thy words and mine; did we not both

Decree to murder Arden in the night?

The heavens can witness, and the world can tell,

Before I saw that falsehood look of thine,

‘fore I was tangled with thy ‘ticing speech,

Arden to me was dearer than my soul,

And shall be still: base peasant, get thee gone,

And boast not of thy conquest over me,

Gotten by witchcraft and mere sorcery!

For what hast thou to countenance my love,

Being descended of a noble house,

And matched already with a gentleman

Whose servant thou may’st be! - and so farewell.

MOSBIE

Ungentle and unkind Alice, now I see

That which I ever feared, and find too true:

A woman’s love is as the lightning flame,

Which even in bursting forth consumes itself.

To try thy constancy have I been strange;

Would I had never tried, but lived in hope!

MOSBIE

Yet pardon me, for love is jealous.

ALICE

So lists the sailor to the mermaid’s song,

So looks the traveller to the basilisk.

I am content for to be reconciled,

And that I know, will be mine overthrow.

MOSBIE

Thine overthrow? First let the world dissolve.

ALICE

Nay, Mosbie, let me still enjoy thy love,

And happen what will, I am resolute.

My saving husband hoards up bags of gold

To make our children rich, and now is he

Gone to unload the goods that shall be thine,

And he and Franklin will to London straight.

MOSBIE

To London, Alice? It thou’lt be rul’d by me

We’ll make him sure enough for coming there.

ALICE

Ah, would we could!

MOSBIE

I happened on a painter yesternight,

The only cunning man of Christendom;

For he can temper poison with his oil,

That whoso looks upon the work he draws

Shall, with the beams that issue from his sight,

Suck venom to his breast and slay himself.

Sweet Alice he shall draw thy counterfeit,

That Arden may by gazing on it perish.

ALICE

Ay, but Mosbie that is dangerous,

For thou or i, or any other else,

Coming into the chamber where it hangs may die.

MOSBIE

Ay, but we’ll have it covered with a cloth,

And hung up in the study for himself.

ALICE

It may not be, for when the picture’s drawn,

Arden, I know, will come and show it me.

MOSBIE

Fear not; we’ll have that shall serve the turn.

This is the painter’s house; I’ll call him forth.

ALICE

But Mosbie, I’ll have no such picture, I.

Use humble promise to their sacred muse,

So we that are the poets’ favorites

Must have a love: ay, love is the painter’s muse,

That makes him frame a speaking countenance,

A weeping eye that witnesses heart’s grief.

Then tell me, master Mosbie, shall I have her?

ALICE

‘tis pity but he should; he’ll use her well.

CLARKE

Then, brother, to requite this courtesy,

You shall command my life, my skill, and all.

ALICE

Ah, that thou couldst be secret.

MOSBIE

Fear him not; leave; I have talked sufficient.

CLARKE

You know not me that ask such questions.

Let it suffice I know you love him well,

And fain would have your husband made away;

Wherein, trust me, you show a noble mind,

That rather than you’ll live with him you hate,

You’ll venture life, and die with him you love.

The like will I do for my Susan’s sake.

ALICE

Yet nothing could inforce me to the deed

But Mosbie’s love. Might I without control,

Enjoy thee still, then Arden should not die:

But seeing I cannot, therefore let him die.

MOSBIE

Enough, sweet Alice; thy kind words make me melt.

Your trick of poisoned pictures we dislike;

Some other poison would do better far.

ALICE

Ay, such as might be put into his broth,

And yet in taste not to be found at all.

CLARKE

I know your mind, and here I have it for you.

Put but a dram of this into his drink,

Or any kind of broth that he shall eat,

And he shall die within an hour after.

ALICE

As I am a gentlewoman, clarke, next day

Thou and Susan shall be married.

MOSBIE

And I’ll make her dowry more than I’ll talk of, CLARKE

CLARKE

Yonder’s your husband. Mosbie, I’ll be gone.

(here enters Arden and FRANKLIN

ALICE

In good time; see where my huskand comes,

master Mosbie, ask him the question yourself. Exit clarke

MOSBIE

Master Arden, being at London yesternight,

The abbey lands, whereof you are now possessed,

Were offered me on some occasion

by Greene, one of sir antony ager’s men:

I pray you, sir, tell me, are not the lands yours?

Hath any other interest herein?

ARDEN

Mosbie, that question we’ll decide anon.

As for the lands, Mosbie, they are mine

by letters patent from his majesty.

But I must have a mandate for my wife;

They say you seek to rob me of her love:

Villain, what makes thou in her company?

She’s no companion for so base a groom.

MOSBIE

Arden, I thought not on her, I came to thee,

But rather than I pocket up this wrong.

FRANKLIN

What will you do, sir?

MOSBIE

Revenge it on the proudest of you both.

(then Arden draws forth Mosbie’s sword.

ARDEN

So, sirrah, you may not wear a sword,

The statute makes against artificers.

I warrant that I do. Now use your bodkin,

Your spanish needle, and your pressing iron,

For this shall go with me; and mark my words,

You goodman butcher, ‘tis to you I speak:

The next time that I take thee near my house,

Instead of legs I’ll make thee crawl on stumps.

MOSBIE

Ah, master Arden, you have injured me:

I do appeal to God and to the world.

FRANKLIN

Why, canst thou deny thou wert a butcher once?

MOSBIE

Measure me what I am, not what I was.

ARDEN

Why, what art thou now but a velvet drudge,

A cheating steward, and base minded peasant.

MOSBIE

Arden, now thou hast belched and vomited

The rancorous venom of thy mis-swoll’n heart,

Hear me but speak: as I intend to live

With god and his elected saints in heaven,

I never meant more to solicit her;

And that she knows, and all the worldshall see,

I loved her once; - sweet Arden, pardon me,

I could not choose, her beauty fired my heart!

Forget them, Mosbie: I had cause to speak,

When all the knights and gentlemen of kent

Make common table-talk of her and thee.

MOSBIE

Who lives that is not touched with slanderous tongues.

FRANKLIN

Then, Mosbie, to eschew the speech of men,

Upon whose general bruit all honor hangs,

Forbear his house.

ARDEN

Forbear it! Nay, rather frequent it more.

To warn him on the sudden from my house

Were to confirm the rumor that is grown.

MOSBIE

by my faith, sir, you say true,

And therefore will I sojourn here a while,

Until our enemies have talked their fill.

And then, I hope, they’ll cease, and at last confess

How causeless they have injured her and me.

ARDEN

And I will lie at London all this term

To let them see how light I weigh their words. (here enters ALICE

ALICE

Husband sit down, your breakfast will be cold.

ARDEN

Come, master Mosbie, will you sit with us?

MOSBIE

I can not eat, but I’ll sit for company.

ARDEN

Sirrah Michael, see our horse be ready.

ALICE

Husband, why pause ye? Why eat you not?

ARDEN

I am not well; there’s something in the broth

That is not wholesome: didst thou make it, Alice?

ALICE

I did, and that’s the cause it likes not you.

(then she throws down the broth on the ground.

There’s nothing that I do can please your taste;

You were best to say I would have poisoned you.

I cannot speak or cast aside my eye,

But he imagines I have stepped awry.

Here’s he that you cast in my teeth so oft:

Now will I be convinced or purge myself.

I charge thee speak to this mistrustful man,

Thou that wouldst see me hang, thou, Mosbie, thou,

What favor hast thou had more than a kiss

At coming or departing from the town?

Mosb. You wrong yourself and me to cast these doubts,

Your loving husband is not jealous.

ARDEN

Why, gentle mistress Alice, can not I be ill,

But you’ll accuse yourself?

Franklin, thou hast a box of mithridate.

I’ll take a little to prevent the worst.

FRANKLIN

Do so, and let us presently take horse;

My life for yours, ye shall do well enough.

ALICE

Give me a spoon, I’ll eat of it myself;

Would it were full of poison to the brim,

Then should my cares and troubles have an end.

ARDEN

Be patient, sweet love; I mistrust not thee.

ALICE

God will revenge it, Arden, if thou dost;

For never woman loved her husband better than I do thee.

ARDEN

I know it, sweet Alice; cease to complain,

Lest that in tears I answer thee again.

FRANKLIN

Come, leave this dallying, and let us away.

ALICE

Forbear to wound me with that bitter word,

Arden shall go to London in my arms.

ARDEN

Loath am I to depart, yet I must go.

ALICE

Wilt thou to London, then, and leave me here?

Ah, if you love me, gentle Arden, stay.

Yet, if thy business be of great import

Go, if thou silt, I’ll bear it as I may;

But write from London to me every week,

Nay, every day, and stay no longer there

Than thou must needs, lest that I die for sorrow.

ARDEN

I’ll write unto thee every other tide,

And so, farewell, sweet Alice, till we meet next.

ALICE

Farewell, husband, seeing you’ll have it so.

And, master Franklin, seeing you take him hence,

In hope you’ll hasten him home, I’ll give you this.

(and then she kisseth him.

FRANKLIN

And if he stay, the fault shall not be mine.

Mosbie, farewell, and see you keep your oath.

MOSBIE

I hope he is not jealous of me now.

ARDEN

No, Mosbie, no; hereafter think of me

As of your dearest friend, and so farewell.

Exeunt Arden, Franklin, and MICHAEL

ALICE

I am glad he is gone; he was about to stay,

But did you mark me then how I brake off?

MOSBIE

Ay, Alice, and it was cunningly performed.

Never hereafter to solicit thee,

Or, whilst he lives, once more importune thee.

ALICE

Thou shalt not need, I will importune thee.

What? Shall an oath make thee forsake my love?

As if I have not sworn as much myself

And given my hand unto him in the church!

Tush, Mosbie; oaths are words, and words is wind,

‘tis childishness to stand upon an oath.

MOSBIE

Well proved, mistress Alice; yet by your leave,

I’ll keep mine unbroken whilst he lives.

ALICE

Ay, do, and spare not, his time is but short,

For if thou be’st as resolute as i,

We’ll have him murdered as he walks the streets.

In London many alehouse ruffians keep,

Which, as I hear, will murder men for gold.

They shall be soundly fee’d to pay him home. (here enters GREENE

MOSBIE

Alice, what’s he that comes yonder?

Knowest thou him?

ALICE

Mosbie, be gone: I hope ‘tis one that comes

To put in practice our intended drifts. (Exit MOSBIE

GREENE

Mistress Arden, you are well met.

I am sorry that your husband is from home,

When as my purposed journey was to him:

Yet all my labor is not spent in vain,

For I suppose that you can full discourse

And flat resolve me of the thing I seek.

ALICE

What is it, master Greene? If that I may

Or can with safety, I will answer you.

GREENE

I heard your husband had the grant of late,

Confirmed by letters patent from the king.

Of all the lands of the abbey of feversham,

Generally intitled, so that all former grants

Are cut off; whereof I myself had one;

But now my interest by that is void.

This is all, mistress Arden; is it true or no?

ALICE

True, master Greene; the lands are his in state,

And whatsoever leases were before

Are void for term of master Arden’s life;

He hath the grant under the chancery seal.

GREENE

Pardon me, mistress Arden, I must speak

For I am touched. Your husband doth me wrong

To wring me from the little land I have.

My living is my life, only that

Resteth remainder of my portion.

Desire of wealth is endless in his mind,

And he is greedy gaping still for gain;

Nor cares he though young gentlemen do beg,

And so, as he shall wish the abbey lands

Had rested still, within their former state.

But seeing he hath taken my lands, I’ll value life

As careless, as he is careful for to get,

And tell him this from me, I’ll be revenged,

And so, as he shall wish the abbey lands

Had rested still, within their former state.

ALICE

Alas, poor gentleman, I pity you,

And woe is me that any man should want,

God knows ‘tis not my fault, but wonder not

Though he be hard to others, when to me,

Ah master Greene, god knows how I am used.

GREENE

Why, mistress Arden, can the crabbed churl

Use you unkindly, respects he not your birth,

Your honorable friends, nor what you brought?

Why, all kent knows your parentage, and what you are.

ALICE

Ah, master Greene, be it spoken in secret here,

I never live good day with him alone:

When he is at home, then have I forward looks,

Hard words and blows, to mend the match withal;

And though I might content as good a man,

Yet doth he keep in every corner trulls,

And weary with his trugs at home,

Then rides he straight to London, there forsooth

He revels it among such filthy ones,

As counsel him to make away his wife;

Thus live I daily in continual fear,

In sorrow, so dispairing of redress

As every day I wish with hearty prayer,

That he or I were taken forth the world.

GREENE

Now trust me mistress Alice, it grieveth me,

GREENE

Ay, god’s my witness, I mean plain dealing,

For I had rather die then lose my land.

ALICE

Then master Greene be counselled by me:

Endanger not your self for such a churl,

But hire some cutter for to cut him short,

And here’s ten pound, to wager them with all,

When he is dead you shall have twenty more.

And the lands whereof my husband is possess’d,

Shall be intitled as they were before.

GREENE

Will you keep promise with me?

GREENE

Then here’s my hand I’ll have him so dispatch’d,

I’ll up to London straight, I’ll thither post,

And never rest, till I have compass’d it,

Till then farewell.

And whosoever doth attempt the deed,

A happy hand I wish, and so farewell. -

All this goes well: Mosbie, I long for thee

To let thee know all that I have contrived.

(here enters Mosbie and CLARKE

MOSBIE

How now, Alice, what’s the news?

ALICE

Such as will content thee well, sweet heart.

MOSBIE

Well, let them pass a while, and tell me Alice,

How have you dealt and tempered with my sister,

What, will she have my neighbor, clarke, or no?

ALICE

What, master Mosbie! Let him woo him self.

Think you that maids look not for fair words?

Go to her, clarke; she’s all alone within;

Michael my man is clean out of her books.

CLARKE

I thank you, mistress Arden, I will in;

And if fair Susan and I can make agree,

You shall command me to the utterMost,

As far as either goods or life may stretch. (Exit CLARKE

MOSBIE

Now, Alice, let’s hear thy news.

ALICE

They be so good that I must laugh for joy,

Before I can begin to tell my tale.

MOSBIE

Let’s hear them, that I may laugh for company.

ALICE

This morning, master Greene, Dick Greene I mean,

From whom my husband had the abbey land,

Came hither, railing, for to know the truth

Whether my husband had the lands by grant.

I told him all, whereat he stormed amain

And swore he would cry quittance with the churl,

And, if he did deny his interest,

Stab him, whatsoever did befall himself.

When as I saw his choler thus to rise,

I whetted on the gentleman with words;

And, to conclude, Mosbie, at last we grew

To composition for my husband’s death.

I gave him ten pound to hire knaves,

by some device to make away the churl;

When he is dead, he should have twenty more

On this we ‘greed, and he is ridden straight

To London, for to bring his death about.

MOSBIE

But call you this good news?

ALICE

Ay, sweetheart, be they not?

MOSBIE

‘twere cheerful news to hear the churl were dead;

But trust me, Alice, I take it passing ill

You would be so forgetful of our state

To make recount of it to every groom.

What, to acquaint each stranger with our drifts,

Chiefly in case of murder, why, ‘tis the way

To make it open unto Arden’s self

And bring thyself and me to ruin both.

Forewarned, forearmed; who threats his enemy,

Lends him a sword to guard himself with all.

ALICE

I did it for the best.

MOSBIE

Well, seeing ‘tis done, cheerly let it pass.

You know this Greene; is he not religious?

A man, I guess, of great devotion?

ALICE

He is.

MOSBIE

Then, sweet Alice, let it pass: I have a drift

Will quiet all, whatever is amiss.

(here enters clarke and SUSAN

ALICE

How now, clarke? Have you found me false?

Did I not plead the matter hard for you?

CLARKE

You did.

MOSBIE

And what, wilt be a match?

CLARKE

A match, i’ faith, sir: ay, the day is mine.

But, so you’ll grant me one thing I shall ask,

I am content my sister shall be yours.

CLARKE

What is it, master Mosbie?

MOSBIE

I do remember once in secret talk

You told me how you could compound by art

A crucifix impoisoned,

That whoso look upon it should wax blind,

And with the scent be stifled, that ere long

He should die poisoned that did view it well.

I would have you make me such a crucifix,

And then I’ll grant my sister shall be yours.

CLARKE

Though I am loth, because it toucheth life,

Yet, rather or I’ll leave sweet Susan’s love,

I’ll do it, and with all the haste I may.

But for whom is it?

ALICE

Leave that to us. Why, clarke, is it possible

The colors being baleful and impoisoned,

And no ways prejudice yourself with all?

MOSBIE

Well questioned, ALICE

Clarke, how answer you that?

CLARKE

Very easily: I’ll tell you straight

How I do work of these impoisoned drugs.

I fasten on my spectacles so close

As nothing can any way offend my sight;

Then, as I put a leaf within my nose,

So put I rhubarb to avoid the smell,

As softly as another work I paint.

MOSBIE

‘tis very well; but against when shall I have it?

CLARKE

Within this ten days.

MOSBIE

‘twill serve the turn.

Now, Alice, let’s in and see what cheer you keep.

I hope, now master Arden is from home,

You’ll give me leave to play your husband’s part.

ALICE

Mosbie, you know, who’s master of my heart,

He well may be the master of the house. (Exeunt.

(here Enter Greene and BRADSHAW

BRADSHAW

See you them that come yonder, master Greene?

GREENE

Ay, very well: do you know them?

(here Enter Black Will and SHAKEBAG

BRADSHAW

The one I know not, but he seems a knave

Chiefly for bearing the other company;

For such a slave, so vile a rogue as he,

Lives not again upon the earth.

Black Will is his name. I tell you, master Greene,

At boulogne he and I were fellow soldiers,

Where he played such pranks

As all the camp feared him for his villainy;

I warrant you he bears so bad a mind

That for a crown he’ll murder any man.

GREENE

The fitter is he for my purpose, marry!

WILL

How now, fellow Bradshaw?

Whither away so early?

BRADSHAW

O Will, times are changed: no fellows now,

Though we were once together in the field;

Yet thy friend to do thee any good I can.

WILL

Why, Bradshaw, was not thou and i

Fellow-soldiers at boulogne,

Where I was a corporal, and thou but a base mercenary

And have a little plate in your shop;

You were glad to call me fellow Will,

And with a curtsey to the earth,

One snatch, good corporal,

When I stole the half ox from john the victualer.

And domineer’d with it amongst good fellows,

In one night.

BRADSHAW

Ay, Will, those days are past with me.

WILL

Ay, but they be not past with me.

For I keep that same honorable mind still.

Good neighbor Bradshaw, you are too proud to be my fellow,

But were it not that I see more company coming down

I would be fellows with you once more.

And share crowns with you too.

But let that pass, and tell me whither you go.

BRADSHAW

To London, Will, about a piece of service,

Wherein happily thou mayst pleasure me.

WILL

What is it?

BRADSHAW

Of late lord cheney lost some plate,

BRADSHAW

A lean faced writhen knave,

Hawk nosed and very hollow eyed,

With mighty furrows in his stormy brows,

Long hair down his shoulders curled;

His chin was bare, but on his upper lip

A mutchado, which he wound about his ear.

WILL

What apparel had he?

BRADSHAW

A watchet satin doublet all too torn,

The inner side did bear the greater show;

A pair of threadbare velvet hose, seam rent,

A worsted stocking rent above the shoe,

A livery cloak, but all the lace was off;

‘twas bad, but yet it served to hide the plate.

WILL

Sirrah Shakebag, canst thou remember

Since we trolled the bowl at sittingburgh

Where I broke the tapster’s head of the lion

With a cudgel-stick?

SHAKEBAG

Ay, very well, WILL

WILL

Why, it was with the money that the plate was sold for.

Sirrah Bradshow, what wilt thou give him

That can tell thee who sold thy plate?

BRADSHAW

Who, I pray thee, good Will?

WILL

Why, ‘twas one jack fitten.

He’s now in newgate for stealing a horse,

And shall be arraigned the next ‘size.

For I’ll back and tell him who robbed him of his plate.

This cheers my heart; master Greene, I’ll leave you,

For I must to the isle of sheppy with speed.

GREENE

Before you go, let me intreat you

To carry this letter to mistress Arden of feversham,

And humbly recommend me to her self.

BRADSHAW

That will i, master Greene, and so farewell.

Here, Will, there’s a crown for thy good news. (Exit BRADSHAW

WILL

Farewell, Bradshaw,

I’ll drink no water for thy sake whilst this lasts.

Now gentlemen, shall we have your company to London?

GREENE

Nay, stay, sirs: a little more I needs must use your help,

And in a matter of great consequence,

Wherein if you’ll be secret and profound,

I’ll give you twenty angels for your pains.

WILL

How? Twenty angels? Give my fellow

George Shakebag and me twenty angels?

And if thou’lt have thy own father slain,

That thou may’st inherit his land, we’ll kill him.

SHAKEBAG

Ay, thy mother, thy sister, thy

With mighty furrows in his stormy brows;

GREENE

Well, this it is: Arden of feversham

Hath highly wronged me about the abbey land,

That no revenge but death will serve the turn.

Will you two kill him? Here’s the angels down,

And I will lay the platform of his death.

WILL

Plat me no platforms; give me the money

And I’ll stab him as he stands pissing against a wall,

But I’ll kill him.

SHAKEBAG

Where is he?

GREENE

He is now at London, in aldersgate street.

SHAKEBAG

He’s dead as if he had been condemned

by an act of parliament, if once Black Will and i

Swear his death.

GREENE

Here is ten pound, and when he is dead,

Ye shall have twenty more.

WILL

My fingers itch to be at the peasant.

Ah, that I might be set a work thus through the year

And that murder would grow to an occupation,

That a man might, without danger of law,

Come, let us be going, and we’ll bate at rochester,

Where I’ll give thee a gallon of sack,

To handsel the match with all. (Exeunt. Here enters MICHAEL

MICHAEL

I have gotten such a letter,

As will touch the painter: and thus it is…

(here Enter Arden and Franklin and hear Michael read this letter.

‘my duty remembered, mistress Susan, hoping in god you be in

Good health, as i, Michael was at the making hereof. This is to

Certify you that as the turtle true, when she hath lost her mate,

Sitteth alone so i, mourning for your absence, do walk up and down

Paul’s till one day I fell asleep and lost my master’s pantofles.

Ah, mistress Susan, abolish that paltry painter, cut him off by the

Shins with a frowning look of your crabbed countenance, and think

And do ye slack his business for your own?

ARDEN

Where is the letter, sirrah? Let me see it.

(then he gives him the letter.

See, master Franklin, here’s proper stuff:

Susan my maid, the painter, and my man,

A crew of harlots, all in love, forsooth;

Sirrah, let me hear no more of this,

Nor for thy life once write to her a word.

(here Enter Greene, Will, and SHAKEBAG

Wilt thou be married to so base a trull?

‘tis Mosbie’s sister: come I once at home,

I’ll rouse her from remaining in my house.

Now, master Franklin, let us go walk in paul’s,

Come but a turn or two, and then away. (Exeunt.

GREENE

The first is Arden, and that’s his man.

The other is Franklin, Arden’s dearest friend.

WILL

Zounds, I’ll kill them all three.

GREENE

Hay, sirs, touch not his man in any case,

But stand close, and take you fittest standing,

And at his coming forth, speed him:

To the nag’s head, there’s this coward’s haunt.

SHAKEBAG

If he be not paid his own, ne’er trust SHAKEBAG

WILL

Sirrah Shakebag, at his coming forth

I’ll run him through, and then to the blackfriars,

And there take water and away.

SHAKEBAG

Why, that’s the best; but see thou miss him not.

WILL

How can I miss him, when I think on the forty

Angels I must have more? (here enters a prentice.

PRENTICE

‘tis very late; I were best shut up my stall,

For here will be old filching, when the press comes forth

Of paul’s. (then lets down his window, and it breaks Black Will’s head.

WILL

Zounds, draw, Shakebag, draw, I am almost kill’d.

PRENTICE

We’ll tame you, I warrant.

WILL

Zounds, I am tame enough already.

(here Enter Arden, Franklin, and MICHAEL

ARDEN

What troublesome fray or mutiny is this?

FRANKLIN

‘tis nothing but some brabling paltry fray,

Devised to pick men’s pockets in the throng.

ARDEN

Is’t nothing else? Come Franklin let us away. (Exeunt.

WILL

What mends shall I have for my broken head?

PRENTICE

Marry, this ‘mends, that if you get you not away

All the sooner, you shall be well beaten and sent to the counter.

(Exit prentice.

WILL

Well, I’ll be gone, but look to your signs,

For I’ll pull them down all.

Shakebag, my broken head grieves me not so much

As by this means Arden hath escaped. (here enters GREENE

I had a glimpse of him and his companion.

GREENE

Why, sirs, Arden’s as well as I;

I met him and Franklin going merrily to the ordinary.

What, dare you not do it?

WILL

Yes, sir, we dare do it; but, were my consent to give again,

We would not do it under ten pound more.

I value every drop of my blood at a french crown.

I have had ten pounds to steal a dog,

And we have no more here to kill a man;

You should do it your self.

GREENE

I pray thee, how came thy head broke?

WILL

Why, thou seest it is broke, dost thou not?

SHAKEBAG

Standing against a stall, watching Arden’s coming,

Whereupom arose a brawl, and in the tumult

Arden escaped us and passed by unthought on.

But forbearance is no acquittance;

Another time we’ll do it, I warrant thee.

GREENE

I pray thee, Will, make clean thy bloody brow,

And let us bethink us on some other place

Where Arden may be met with handsomely.

Remember how devoutly thou hast sworn

To kill the villain; think upon thine oath.

WILL

Tush, I have broken five hundred oaths!

But wouldst thou charm me to effect this deed,

Tell me of gold, my resolution’s fee;

Say thou seest Mosbie kneeling at my knees,

Offering me service for my high attempt,

And sweet Alice Arden, with a lap of crowns,

Comes with a lowly curtsey to the earth,

Saying ‘take this but for the quarterage,

Such yearly tribute will I answer thee.’

SHAKEBAG

I cannot paint my valor out with words:

But, give me place and opportunity,

Such mercy as the starven lioness,

When she is dry sucked of her eager young,

Shows to the prey that next encounters her,

On Arden so much pity would I take.

GREENE

So should it fare with men of firm resolve.

And now, sirs, seeing that this accident

Of meeting him in paul’s hath no success,

Let us bethink us of some other place

Whose earth may swallow up this Arden’s blood.

(here enters MICHAEL

see, yonder comes his man: and wot you what

The foolish knave’s in love with Mosbie’s sister,

And for her sake, whose love he cannot get

Unless Mosbie solicit his suit,

The villain hath sworn the slaughter of his master.

We’ll question him, for he may stead us much.

How now, Michael, whither are you going?

And I am going to prepare his chamber.

GREENE

Where supped master Arden?

MICHAEL

At the nag’s head, at the eighteen pence ordinary.

How now, master Shakebag, what Black Will!

God’s dear lady, how chance your face is so bloddy?

WILL

Go to, sirrah, there is a chance in it;

This sauciness in you will make you be knocked.

MICHAEL

Nay, and you be offended, I’ll be gone.

GREENE

Stay, Michael, you may not ‘scape us so.

Michael, I know you love your master well.

MICHAEL

Why, so I do; but wherefore urge you that?

GREENE

Because I think you love your mistress better.

MICHAEL

So think not I; but say, i’ faith, what if I should?

SHAKEBAG

Come to the purpose, Michael; we hear

You have a pretty love in feversham.

MICHAEL

Why, have I two or three, what’s that to thee?

WILL

You deal too mildly with the peasant, thus it is:

‘tis known to us that you love Mosbie’s sister;

We know besides that you have ta’en your oath

To further Mosbie to your mistress’ bed,

And kill your master for his sister’s sake.

Now, sir, a poorer coward than yourself

Was never fostered in the coast of kent:

How comes it then that such a knave as you

Dare swear a matter of such consequence?

GREENE

Ah, WILL

WILL

Tush, give me leave, there’s no more but this:

Sith thou hast sworn, we dare discover all.

And hadst thou or should’st thou utter it,

We have devised a complat under hand,

What ever shall betide to any of us,

To send thee roundly to the devil of hell.

And therefore thus: I am the very man,

Marked in my birth hour by the destinies,

To give an end to Arden’s life on earth;

Thou but a member but to whet the knife

Whose edge must search the closet of his breast.

Thy office is but to appoint the place,

And train thy master to his tragedy;

Mine to perform it when occasion serves.

How and what way we may conclude his death.

SHAKEBAG

So shalt thou purchase Mosbie for thy friend,

And by his friendship gain his sister’s love.

GREENE

So shall thy mistress be thy favorer,

And thou disburdened of the oath thou made.

MICHAEL

Well, gentlemen, I cannot but confess,

Sith you have urged me so apparently,

That I have vowed my master Arden’s death,

And he whose kindly love and liberal hand

Doth challenge nought but food deserts of me,

I will deliver over to your hands.

This night come to his house at aldersgate:

The doors I’ll leave unlock’d against you come.

No sooner shall ye Enter through the latch,

Over the threshold to the inner court,

But on your left hand shall you see the stairs

That leads directly to my master’s chamber.

There take him and dispose him as ye please.

Now it were good we parted company;

That thus thy gentle life is levelled at?

The many good turns that thou hast done to me.

Now must I quittance with betraying thee.

I that should take the weapon in my hand

And buckler thee from ill intending foes,

Do lead thee with a wicked fraudful smile,

As unsuspected, to the slaughterhouse.

So have I sworn to Mosbie and my mistress,

So have I promised to the slaughtermen;

And should I not deal currently with them,

Their lawless rage would take revenge on me.

Tush, I will spurn at mercy for this once.

Let pity lodge where feeble women lie,

I am resolved, and Arden needs must die. (Exit MICHAEL

(here enters Arden and FRANKLIN

ARDEN

No, Franklin, no: if fear or stormy threats,

If love of me or care of womanhood,

If fear of god or common speech of men,

Who mangle credit with their wounding words,

And couch dishonor as dishonor buds,

Might join repentance in her wanton thoughts,

No question then but she would turn the leaf,

But she is rooted in her wickedness,

Perverse and stubborn, not to be reclaimed;

Good counsel is to her as rain to weeds,

And reprehension makes her vice to grow

As hydra’s head that plenish’d by decay.

Her faults, methink, are painted in my face,

For every searching eye to overread;

And Mosbie’s name, a scandal unto mine,

Is deeply trenched in my blushing brow.

Ah, Franklin, Franklin, when I think on this,

My heart’s grief rends my other powers

Worse than the conflict at the hour of death.

FRANKLIN

Gentle Arden, leave this sad lament:

She will amend, and so your griefs will cease;

Or else she’ll die, and so your sorrows end.

If neither of these two do happily fall,

Yet let your comgort be, that others bear

Your woes, twice doubled all, with patience.

ARDEN

My house is irksome; there I cannot rest.

FRANKLIN

Then stay with me in London; go not home.

ARDEN

Then that base Mosbie doth usurp my room,

And makes his triumph of my being thence.

At home or not at home, where’er I be.

Here, here it lies, ah Franklin, here it lies

That will not out till wretched Arden dies.

(here enters MICHAEL

FRANKLIN

Forget your griefs a while; here comes your man.

ARDEN

What o’clock is’t, sirrah?

MICHAEL

Almost ten.

ARDEN

See, see, how runs away the weary time!

Come, master Franklin, shall we go to bed?

(Exeunt Arden and MICHAEL

Manet FRANKLIN

FRANKLIN

I pray you, go before: I’ll follow you.

-ah, what a hell is fretful jealousy!

What pity-moving words, what deep fetch’d sighs!

What grievous groans and overlading woes

Accompanies this gentle gentleman!

Now will he shake his care oppressed head

Then fix his sad eyes on the sullen earth,

Ashamed to gaze upon the open world;

Now will he cast his eyes up towards the heavens,

Sometimes he seeketh to beguile his grief

And tells a story with his careful tongue;

Then comes his wife’s dishonor in his thoughts

And in the middle cutteth off his tale,

Pouring fresh sorrow on his weary limbs.

So woe-begone, so inly charged with woe,

Was never any lived and bare it so.

(here enters MICHAEL

MICHAEL

My master would desire you come to bed.

FRANKLIN

Is he himself already in his bed?

(Exit FRANKLIN

Manet MICHAEL

MICHAEL

He is, and fain would have the light away.

Conflicting thoughts, encamped in my breast,

Awake me with the echo of their strokes,

And i, a judge to censure either side,

Can give to neither wished victory.

Staring and grinning in thy gentle face,

And in their ruthless hands their daggers drawn,

Insulting o’er there with a peck of oaths,

Whilst thou submissive, pleading for relief,

Art mangled by their ireful instruments.

Me thinks I hear them ask where Michael is,

And pitiless Black Will cries: ‘stab the slave!

The peasant will detect the tragedy!’

The wrinkles in his foul death threat’ning face

Gape open wide, like graves to swallow men.

My death to him is but a merriment,

And he will murder me to make him sport.

He comes, he comes! Ah, master Franklin, help!

Call up the neighbors, or we are but dead!

(here Enter Franklin and ARDEN

Fran. What dismal outcry calls me from my rest?

ARDEN

What hath occasioned such a fearful cry?

speak, Michael: hath any injured thee?

MICHAEL

Nothing, sir; but as I fell asleep,

Upon the threshold leaning to the stairs,

I had a fearful dream that troubled me,

And in my slumber thought I was beset

With murderer thieves that came to rifle me.

My trembling joints witness my inward fear:

I crave your pardons for disturbing you.

What? Are the doors fast locked and all things safe?

MICHAEL

I cannot tell; I think I locked the doors.

ARDEN

I like not this, but I’ll go see myself. -

Ne’er trust me but the doors were all unlocked.

This negligence not half contenteth me.

Get you to bed, and if you love my favor,

Let me have no more such pranks as these.

Come, master Franklin, let us go to bed.

FRANKLIN

Ay, by my faith; the air is very cold. (Exeunt.

Michael, farewell; I pray thee dream no more.

(here Enter Will, Greene, and SHAKEBAG

SHAKEBAG

Black night hath hid the pleasures of the day,

And sheeting darkness overhangs the earth,

And with the black fold of her cloudy robe

Obscures us from the eyesight of the world,

In which sweet silence such as we triumph.

The lazy minutes linger on their time,

Loth to give due audit to the hour,

Till in the watch our purpose be complete

And Arden sent to everlasting night.

Greene, get you gone, and linger here about,

And at some hour hence come to us again,

Where we will give you instance of his death.

GREENE

Speed to my wish, whose will so e’er says no;

And so I’ll leave you for an hour or two. (Exit GREENE

WILL

I tell thee, Shakebag, would this thery were done,

I am so heavy that I can scarce go;

This drowsiness in me bodes little good.

SHAKEBAG

How now, Will? Become a precisian?

Nay, then let’s go sleep, when bugs and fears

Shall kill our courages with their fancy’s work.

WILL

Why, Shakebag, thou mistakes me much,

And wrongs me too in telling me of fear.

Were’t not a serious thing we go about,

It should be slipt till I had fought with thee,

To let thee know I am no coward, I.

I tell thee, Shakebag, thou abusest me.

SHAKEBAG

Why, thy speech bewrayed an inly kind of fear,

And savored of a weak relenting spirit.

And afterwards attempt me when thou darest.

WILL

And if I do not, heaven cut me off!

But let that pass, and show me to this have,

Where thou shalt see I’ll do as much as SHAKEBAG

SHAKEBAG

This is the door; but soft, me thinks ‘tis shut.

The villain Michael hath deceived us.

WILL

Soft, let me see, Shakebag; ‘tis shut indeed.

Knock with thy sword, perhaps the slave will hear.

SHAKEBAG

It will not be; the white livered peasant is gone to bed

And laughs us both to scorn.

WILL

And he shall ‘by his merriment as dear

As ever coistril bought so little sport:

Ne’er let this sword assist me when I need,

But rust and canker after I have sworn,

And trample on it for this villainy.

SHAKEBAG

And let me never draw a sword again,

Nor prosper in the twilight, cockshut light,

When I would fleece the wealthy passenger,

But lie and languish in a loathsome den,

Hated and spit at by the goers-by.

And in that death may die, nnpitied.

If I the next time that I meet the slave,

Cut not the nose from of the coward’s face,

And trample on it, for this villainy.

WILL

Come, let’s go seek out Greene; I know he’ll swear.

SHAKEBAG

He were a villain, and he would not swear.

‘twould make a peasant swear among his boys,

That ne’er durst say before but ‘yea’ or ‘no’,

To be thus flouted by a coistril.

WILL

Shakebag, let’s seek out Greene, and in the morning

At the alehouse butting Arden’s house

Watch the out coming of that prickear’d cur,

And then let me alone to handle him. (Exeunt.

(here Enter Arden, Franklin, and MICHAEL

ARDEN

Sirrah, get you back to billingsgate

And learn what time the tide will serve our turn,

Come to us in paul’s. First go make the bed,

And afterwards go hearken for the flood. (Exit MICHAEL

Come, master Franklin, you shall go with me.

This night I dream’d that, being in a park,

A toil was pitched to overthrow the deer,

And I upon a little rising hill

Stood whistly watching for the herd’s approach.

Even there, methoughts, a gentle slumber took me,

And summoned all my parts to sweet repose;

But in the pleasure of this golden rest

An ill thewed foster had removed the toil

Which late, methought, was pitched to cast the deer.

With that he blew an evil sounding horn,

And at the noise another herdman came,

With falchion drawn, and bent it at my breast,

Crying aloud, ‘thou art the game we seek!’

With this I wak’d and trembled every joint,

Like one obscured in a little bush,

That sees a lion foraging about,

And, when the dreadful forest king is gone,

He pries about with timorous suspect

Throughout the thorny casements of the brake,

And will not think his person dangerless,

But quakes and shivers, though the cause be gone.

So, trust me, Franklin, when I did awake,

I stood in doubt whether I waked or no:

Such great impression took this fond surprise.

God grant this vision bedeem me any good.

FRANKLIN

This fantasy doth rise from Michael’s fear,

Who being awaked with the noise he made,

His troubled senses yet could take no rest;

And this, I warrant you, procured your dream.

ARDEN

It may be so, god frame it to the best:

But often times my dreams presage too true.

FRANKLIN

To such as note their nightly fantasies,

Some one in twenty may incur belief;

But use it not, ‘tis but a mockery.

ARDEN

Come, master Franklin, we’ll now walk in paul’s

And dine together at the ordinary,

And by my man’s direction draw to the key,

And with the tide go down to feversham.

Say, master Franklin, shall it not be so?

FRANKLIN

At your good pleasure sir,

I’ll bear you company.

Shakebag at another door.

(here enters Michael at one door. Here Enter Greene, Will, and

WILL

Draw, Shakebag, for here’s that villain MICHAEL

GREENE

First, Will, let’s hear what he can say.

WILL

Speak, milksop slave, and never after speak.

MICHAEL

For god’s sake, sirs, let me excuse myself.

For here I swear, by heaven and earth and all,

I did perform the utMost of my task,

But see the chance: Franklin and my master

Were very late conferring in the porch,

And Franklin left his napkin where he sat

With certain gold knit in it, as he said.

Being in bed, he did bethink himself,

And coming down he found the doors unshut:

He locked the gates, and brought away the keys,

For which offence my master rated me.

But now I am going to see what flood it is,

For with the tide my master will away;

Where you may front him well on rainham down,

A place well fitting such a stratagem.

WILL

Your excuse hath somewhat mollified my choler,

MOSBIE

Disturbed thoughts drives me from company,

And dries my marrow with their watchfulness;

Continual trouble of my moody brain

Feebles my body by excess of drink,

And nips me as the bitter northeast wind

Doth check the tender blossoms in the spring.

Well fares the man, howe’er his cates do taste,

That tables not with foul suspicion;

And he but pines amongst his delicates,

Whose troubled mind is stuffed with discontent.

Thought then I wanted, yet I slept secure;

My daily toil begat me night’s repose,

But since I climbed the top bough of the tree

And sought to build my nest among the clouds,

Each gentle stirry gale doth shake my bed,

And makes me dread my downfall to the earth.

But whither doth contemplation carry me?

The way I seek to find, where pleasure dwells,

Is hedged behind me that I cannot back,

But needs must on, although to danger’s gate.

Then, Arden, perish thou by that decree;

For Greene doth ear the land and weed thee up

To make my harvest nothing but pure corn.

And for his pains I’ll hive him up a while,

And after smother him to have his wax:

Such bees as Greene must never live to sting.

Then is there Michael and the painter too,

Chief actors to Arden’s overthrow;

They will insult upon me for my meed,

Or fright me by detecting of his end.

I’ll none of that, for I can cast a bone

To make these curs pluck out each other’s throat,

And then am I sole ruler of mine own.

Yet mistress Arden lives; but she’s my self,

And holy church rites makes us two but one.

But what for that? I may not trust you, Alice,

You have supplanted Arden for my sake,

And will extirpen me to plant another.

‘tis fearful sleeping in a serpent’s bed,

And I will cleanly rid my hands of her.

(here enters ALICE

But here she comes, and I must flatter her.

how now, Alice? What, sad and passionate?

Make me partaker of thy pensiveness:

Fire divided burns with lesser force.

ALICE

But I will dam that fire in my breast

Till by the force thereof my part consume, ah, Mosbie!

MOSBIE

Such deep pathaires, like to a cannon’s burst

Discharged against a ruinated wall,

Breaks my relenting heart in thousand pieces.

Ungentle Alice, thy sorrow is my sore;

Thou know’st it well, and ‘tis thy policy

To forge distressful looks to wound a breast

Where lies a heart that dies when thou art sad.

It is not love that loves to anger love.

ALICE

It is not love that loves to murder love.

MOSBIE

How mean you that?

ALICE

Thou knowest how dearly Arden loved me.

MOSBIE

And then?

ALICE

And then - conceal the rest, for ‘tis too bad,

Lest that my words be carried with the wind,

And published in the world to both our shames.

I pray thee, Mosbie, let our springtime wither;

Our harvest else will yield but loathsome weeds.

Forget, I pray thee, what hath passes betwixt us,

For now I blush and tremble at the thoughts!

MOSBIE

What? Are you changed?

ALICE

Ay, to my former happy life again,

From title of an odious strumpet’s name

To honest Arden’s wife, not Arden’s honest wife.

And made me slanderous to all my kin;

Even in my forehead is thy name ingraven,

A mean artificer, that low born name.

I was bewitched: woe worth the hapless hour

And all the causes that enchanted me!

MOSBIE

Nay, if thou ban, let me breathe curses forth,

And if you stand so nicely at your fame,

Let me repent the credit I have lost.

And thou unhallowed hast enchanted me.

But I will break thy spells and exorcisms,

And put another sight upon these eyes

That showed my heart a raven for a dove.

Thou art not fair, I viewed thee not till now;

Thou art not kind, till now I knew thee not;

And now the rain hath beaten off thy gilt,

Thy worthless copper shows thee counterfeit.

It grieves me not to see how foul thou art,

But mads me that ever I thought thee fair.

Go, get thee gone, a copesmate for thy hinds;

I am too good to be thy favorite.

ALICE

Ay, now I see, and too soon find it true,

Which often hath been told me by my friends,

That Mosbie loves me not but for my wealth,

Which, too incredulous, I ne’er believed.

Nay, hear me speak, Mosbie, a word or two;

I’ll bite my tongue if it speak bitterly.

Look on me, Mosbie, or I’ll kill myself:

Nothing shall hide me from thy stormy look,

If thou cry war, there is no peace for me;

I will do penance for offending thee,

And burn this prayer book, where I here use

The holy word that had converted me.

See, Mosbie, I will tear away the leaves,

And all the leaves, and in this golden cover

Shall thy sweet phrases and thy letters dwell;

And thereon will I chiefly meditate,

And hold no other sect but such devotion.

Wilt thou not look? Is all thy love o’erwhelmed?

Wilt thou not hear? What malice stops thine ears?

Why speaks thou not? What silence ties thy tongue?

Thou hast been sighted as the eagle is,

And heard as quickly as the fearful hare,

When I have bid thee hear or see or speak,

And art thou sensible in none of these?