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[The] complaint and lamentation of Mistresse Arden of [Fev]ersham in Kent who for the loue of one Mosbie, hired certaine ruffians and villaines most cruelly to murder her husband; with the fatall end of her and her associats. To the tune of, Fortune my foe.
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〈…〉 complaint and lamentation of Mistresse Arden of â—â—…rsham in Kent who for the loue of one Mosbie hired certaine Ruffians 〈…〉 Villaines most cruelly to murder her Husband with the fatall end of her and her Associats To the tune of Fortune my Foe AY me vile wretch that euer I was borne Making my selfe vnto the world a scorne And to my friends and kindred all a shame Blotting their blood by my vnhappy name Vnto a Gentleman of wealth and fame One Master Arden he was call'd by name I wedded was with ioy and great content Liuing at Feuersham in famous Kent In loue we liu'd and great tranquility Vntill I came in Mosbâ—es company Whose sugred tongue good shapt and louely looke So one won my heart and Ardens leue forsooke And liuing thus in foule adultery Bred in my husband cause of iealousie And left the world our actions should bewray Wee did consent to take his life away To London faire my Husband was to ride But ere he went I poyson did prouide Got of a Painter which I promised That Mosbies sister Susan he should wed Into his Broth then did put the same He lik't it not when to the boord it came Saying There 's something in it is not soâ—dd At which inrag'd I fiung it on the ground Yet ere he went his man I did coniure Ere they came home to make his Master sure And murder him and for his faith and paine Susan and store of gold that he should gaine Yet I misdoubting Michaels constancy Knowing a Neighbour that was dwelling by Which to my husband bore no great good will â—ought to incense him his deare blood to spill His name was Greene O Master Green quoth I My husband to you hath done iniury For which I sorry am with all my heart And how he wrongeth me I will impart He kéepes abroad most wicked company With whores and queanes and bad society When he comes home he beats me sides and head That Idâ—â— wish that one of vs were dead And now to London he is rid to roare I would that I might neuer sée him more Greene then incenst did vow to be my friend And of his life he soone would make an end O Master Greene said I the dangers great You must be circumspect to doe this feat To act the déed your selfe there is no néed But hire some villaines they will doe the déed Ten pounds I le giue them to attempt this thing And twenty more when certaine newes they bring That he is dead besides I le be your friend In honest courtesie till life doth end Greene vow'd to doe it then away he went And met two Villaines that did vse in Kent To rob and murder vpon Shooters hill The one call'd Shakebag t'other nam'd Black Will Two such like Villaines Hell did neuer hatch For twenty Angels they made vp the match And forty more when they had one the déed Which made them sweare they 'd do it with al spéed Then vp to London presently they hye Where Master Arden in Pauls Church they spy And waiting for his comming forth that night By a strange chance of him they then lost sight For where these Villaines stood made their stop A Prentice he was shutting vp his shop The window falling light on Blacke-Wills head And broke it soundly that apace it bled Where straight he made a brabble and a coyle And my swéet Arden he past by the while They missing him another plot did lay And meeting Michael thus to him they say Thou knowst that we must packe thy Master hence Therefore consent and further our pretence At night when as your Master goes to bed Leaue ope the doores he shall be murthered And so he did yet Arden could not sleepe Strange dreames and visions in his senses creepe He dreamt the doores were ope Villaines came To murder him an 't was the very same The second part To the same tune HE rose and shut the doore his man he blames which conningly he strait this 〈◊〉 frames I was so sléepy that I did forget To locke the doores I pray you pardon it Next day these Ruffians met this man againe Who the whole story to them did explaine My master will in towns no longer stay Tomorrow you may méets him on the way Next day his businesse being finished He did take horse and homeward then he rid And as he rid it was his hap as then To ouertake Lord Cheiney and his men With salutations they each other gréet I am full glad your Honour for to méet Arden did say then did the Lord reply Sir I am glad of your good company And being that we homeward are to ride I haue a sâ—â—ie that must not be denide That at my house you le sup and lodge also To Feuersham this night you must not goe Then Arden answered with this courteous spéech Your Honours pardon now I doe beséech I made a vow if God did giue me life To sup and lodge with Alice my louing wife Well said my Lord your oath hath got the day Tomorrow come and dine with me I pray I le wait vpon your Honour then said he And safe he wont amongst this company On Raymon-Downe as they did passe this way Black-will and Shakebag they in ambush lay But durst not touch him cause of the great trains That my Lord had thus were they croft againe With horrid oathes these Ruffians gan to sweare They stampe and curst and tore their locks of haire Saying some Angell surely him did keepe Yet vow'd to murther him ere they did sleepe Now all this while my husband was away Mosby and I did reuell night and day And Susan which my waiting maiden was My Loue 's owne sister knew how all did passe But when I saw my Arden was not dead I welcom'd him but with a heauy head To bed he went and slept secure from harmes But I did wish my Mosby in my armes Yet ere he slept he told me he must goe To dinner to my Lords hee 'd haue it so And that same night Blacke-will did send me word What lucke bad fortune did to them offord I sent him word that he next day would dine At the Lord Cheinies and would rise betime And on the way their purpose might fulfill Well I le reward you when that you him kill Next morne betimes before the breake of day To take him napping then they tooke their way But such a mist and fog there did arise They could not see although they had foure eyes Thus Arden scap'd these villaines where And yet they heard his horse goe by that way I thinke said Will some Spirit is his friend Come life or death I vaw to see his end Then to my house they strait did take their way Telling me how they missed of their pray Then presently we did together gree At night at home that he should murdered be Mosby and I and all our plot thus lay That he at Tables should with Arden play Black-will and Sakebag they themselues should hide Vntill that Mosby he a watchword cride The word was this whereon we did agree Now Master Arden I haue taken ye Woe to that word and woe vnto vs all Which bred confusion and our sudden fall When he came home most welcome him I made And Iudas like I kist whom I betraide Mosby and he together went to play For I on purpose did the tables lay And as they plaid the word was straightway spoke Blacke-Will and Sakebag out the corner-broke And with a Towell backwards pul'd him downe which made me think they now my ioyes did crowne With swords and kniues they stab'd him to the heart Mosby and I did likewise act our part And then his body straight we did conuey Behind the Abbey in the field he lay And then by Iustice we were straight condemn'd Each of vs came vnto a shamelesse end For God our secret dealings soone did spy And brought to light our shamefull villany Thus haue you heard of Ardens tragedy It rests to shew you how the rest did die His wife at Canterbury she was burnt And all her flesh and bones to ashes turn'd Mosby and his faire Sister they were brought To London for the trespasse they had wrought In Smithfield on a gibbet they did die A just reward for all their villanie Michael and Bradshaw which a Goldsmith was That knew of letters which from them did passe At Feuersham were hanged both in chaines And well rewarded for their faithfull paines The painter fled none knowes how be did speed Sakebag in Southwarke he to death did bléed For as he thought to scape and run away He suddenly was murdered in a fray In Kent at Osbridge Greene did suffer death Hang'd on a gibbet he did lose his breath Blacke-Will at Flushing on a stage did burne Thus each one came vnto his end by turne And thus my story I conclude and end Praying the Lord that he his grace will send Vpon vs all and keepe vs all from ill Amen say all if 't be thy blessed will FINIS Printed at London for C. W.