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Word A	Word B	Word C	Word D	Occurrence	Frequency Band	MI	MI Band	Prominent
death_n	bear_v	die_v	sin_n	6,507	5	5.1003	4	false

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ID	Title	Author	Corrected Date of Publication (TCP Date of Publication)	STC	Words	Pages
A20951	The lamentable and true tragedie of M. Arden of Feuersham in Kent Who was most wickedlye murdered, by the meanes of his disloyall and wanton wyfe, who for the loue she bare to one Mosbie, hyred two desperat ruffins Blackwill and Shakbag, to kill him. VVherin is shewed the great malice and discimulation of a wicked woman, the vnsatiable desire of filthie lust and the shamefull end of all murderers.; Arden of Feversham.	Shakespeare, William, 1564-1616, attributed name.; Kyd, Thomas, 1558-1594, attributed name.	1592 (1592)	STC 733; ESTC S106279	42,651	76

Ma. I feare me you le proue one of them your selfe Ale I one of them what meane such questions Fra. 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 Ma. Looke in the place where he was wont to sit Sèe see his blood it is too manifest Ales It is a cup of Wine that michaell shed Mic. I truely Fran. 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 Ales 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 Fra. Bring that villaine and mosbies sister too And one of you go to the flowre deluce And séeke for mosbie and apprehend him to Exeunt Here enters shakebag solus Sh. 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 fling them in the Temes I have the gould what care I though it be knowne I le crosse the water and take sanctuary Exit shakbag Here enters the Maior Mosbie Ales Francklin Michaell and Susan Maior Sée M. Arden where your husband lyes Confesse this foule fault and be penitent Ales Arden sweete husband what shall I say The more I sound 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 Maior Say Mosby what made thée murther him Fra. Study not for an answer 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 Mos. 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 Fran. Those Ruffins shall not escape I will vp to London and get the counsels warrand to apprehend them Exeunt Here enters Will Will 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 I le to Flushing now Exit Will Here enters the Maior Mosbye Ales Michaell Susan and Bradshaw Maior Come make haste bring away the prisoners Brad. M. Arden you are now going to God And I am by the law condemned to die About a letter I brought from M. Grèene I pray you M. Arden speak the trueth Was I euer priuie to your intent or no Ales What should I say You brought me such a letter But I dare sweare thou knewest not the contents Leaue now to trouble me with wordly things And let me meditate vpon my sauiour Christ Whose bloode must saue me for the bloode I shed Mos. How long shall I live in this hell of griefe Conuey me from the presence of that strumpet Ales. Ah but for thee I had neuer beene strumpet What can not oathes and protestations doe When men haue opportunity to woe I was too young to sound thy villanies But now I finde it and repent too late Su. Ah gentle brother wherefore should I die I knew not of it till the deed was don Mos. For thée I mourne more then for my selfe But let it suffice I can not saue thee now Mic. And if your brother and my Mistres Had not promised me you in marriage I had nere giuen consent to this foule deede Maior Leaue to accuse each other now And listen to the sentence I shall giue Beare Mosbie and his sister to London straight Where they in smithfield must be executed Beare M. Arden unto Canterburye Where her sentence is she must be burnt Michaell and Bradshaw in Feuershame must suffer death Ales Let my death make a mends for all my sinnes Mos. Fy vpon women this shall be my song But beare me hence for I haue liued to long Susan Seing no hope on earth in heauen is my hope Mic. Faith I care not seeing I die with Susan Brad. My bloode be on his head that gaue the sentence Maior To speedy execution with them all Exeunt Heere enters Francklin Fran. Thus haue you seene the trueth of Ardens death As for the Ruffins Shakbag and blacke Will The one tooke Sanctuary and being sent for out Was murthred in Southwark as he past To Greenewitch where the Lord Protector lay Black Will was burnt in flushing on a stage Grèene was hanged at Osbridge in Kent The Painter fled how he dyed we know not But this aboue the rest is to be noted Arden lay murthred in that plot of ground Which he by force and violence held from Rede And in the grasse his bodyes print was seene Two yéeres and more after the deede was doone Gentlemen we hope you le pardon this naked Tragedy Wherin no filed points are foisted in To make it gratious to the eare or eye For simple trusth is gratious enough And needes no other points of glosing stuffe FINIS