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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

be put into his broth And yet in taste not to be found at all Clarke I know your minde and here I haue it for you Put but a dram of this into his drinke Or any kinde of broth that he shall eat And he shall die within an houre after Ales. As I am a gentle woman Clarke next day Thou and Susan shall be maried Mos. And I le mak her dowry more thē I le talk of Clark Clarke Yonder 's your husband Mosbie I le be gone Here enters Arden and Francklin Ales. In good time sée where my husband comes Maister Mosbie aske him the question your selfe Exit Clarke Mos. Maister Arden being at London yester night The Abby lands whereof you are now possest Were offred me on some occasion By Greene one of sir Antony Agers men I pray you sir tell me are not the lands yours Hath any other interest herein Arden Mosby that question we le decyde anon Ales make ready my brekfast I must hence Exit Ales. As for the lands mosbie they are mine By letters patents from his Maiesty But I must haue a Mandat for my wyfe They say you seeke to robbe me of her loue Villaine what makes thou in her company Shée s no companion for so base a groome Mosbie Arden I thought not on her I came to thée But rather then I pocket vp this wrong Francklin What will you doo sir Mos. Reuenge it on the proudest of you both Then Arden drawes forth Mosbies sword Arden So sirha you may not weare a sword The statute makes against artificers I warrand that I doo now vse your bodkin Your spanish needle and your pressing Iron For this shall go with me and marke my words You goodman botcher t is to you I speake The next time that I take thee neare my house In steede of Legs I le make thee crall on stumps Mos. Ah maister Arden you have inturde mée I doo appeale to God and to the world Fran. Why canst thou deny thou wert a botcher once Mos. Measure me what I am not what I was Ar. Why what art thou now but a Veluet drudge A cheating steward and base minded pesant Mos. Arden now thou hast belcht and vomited The rancorous venome of thy mis-swolne hart Heare me but speake as I intend to liue With God and his elected saints in heauen I neuer meant more to solicit her And that she knowes and all the world shall sée I loued her once sweete Arden pardon me I could not chuse her beauty fyred my hearte But time hath quench't these ouerraging coles And Arden though I now frequent thy house T is for my sisters sake her waiting maid And not for hers maiest thou enioy her long Hell fyre and wrathfull vengeance light on me If I dishonor her or iniure thée Ard. Mosbie with these thy protestations The deadly hatred of my hart is appealed And thou and I le be freends if this proue trew As for the base tearmes I gaue thee late Forget them Mosbie I had cause to speake When all the Knights and gentlemen of Kent Make common table talke of her and thée Mos. Who liues that is not toucht with slaunderous tongues Fra. Then Mosbie to eschew the speache of men Upon whose generall brute all honor hangs Forbeare his house Ard. Forbeare it nay rather frequent it more The worlde shall see that I distrust her not To warne him on the sudden from my house Were too confirme the rumour that is growne Mos. By faith my sir you say trew And therefore will I soiourne here a while Untill our enemies haue talkt their fill And then I hope thei le cease and at last confesse How causeles they haue inturde her and me Ard. And I will ly at London all this tearme To let them see how light I wey their words Here enters Ales. Ales. Husband sit down your brekfast will be could Ard. Come M. Mosbie will you sit with vs Mos. I can not eat but I le sit for company Ard. Sirra Michaell see our horse be ready Ales. Husband why pause ye why eat you not Ard. I am not well ther 's something in this broth That is not holesome didst thou make it Ales Ales. I did and that 's the cause it likes not you Then she throwes down the broth on the grounde Ther 's nothing that I do can please your taste You were best to say I would haue poysoned you I cannot speak or cast aside my eye But he Imagines I have stept awry Here 's he that you cast in my teeth so oft Now will I be conuinced or purge my selfe I charge thee speake to this mistrustfull man Thou that wouldst see me hange thou Mosbye thou What fauour hast thou had more then a kisse At comming or departing from the Towne Mos. You wrong your selfe and me to cast these douts Your louing husband is not Ielious Ard. Why gentle mistres Ales cannot I be ill But you le accuse your selfe Franckline thou haste a boxe of Methridate I le take a lytle to preuent the worst Fran. Do so and let vs presently take horse My lyfe for yours ye shall do well enough Ales. Giue me a spoone I le le eat of it my selfe Would it were full of poyson to the brim Then should my cares and troubles haue an end Was euer silly woman so tormented Arden Be patient sweete loue I mistrust not thée Ales. God will reuenge it Arden if thou doest For neuer woman lou'd her husband better thē I do thee Ard. I know it sweete Ales cease to complaine Least that in feares I answer thee againe Fran. Come leaue this dallying and let vs away Ales. Forbeare to wound me with that bitter word Arden shall go to London in my armes Arden Loth am I to depart yet I must go Ales. Wilt thou to London then and leaue me here Ah if thou loue me gentle Arden stay Yet if thy busines be of great Import Go if thou wilt I le beare it as I may But write from London to me euery weeke Nay euery day and stay no longer there Then thou must nedes least that I die for sorrow Arden I le write vnto thee euery other side And so farewell sweete Ales till we meete next Ales. Farewell Husband seeing you le haue it so And M Francklin seeing you take him hence In hope you le hasten him home I le give you this and then she kisseth him Fran. And if he stay the fault shall not be mine Mosbie farewell and see you kéepe your oath Mosbie I hope he is not Ielious of me now Arden No Mosbie no hereafter thinke of me As of your dearest frend and so farewell Exeunt Arden Franklin Michaell Ales. I am glad he is gone he was about to stay But did you marke me then how I brake of Mosbie I Ales and it was cunningly performed But what a villaine is this painter Clarke Ales. Was it not a goodly poyson that he gaue Why he 's as well

suspect Throughout the thorny casements of the brake And will not think his person daungerles But quakes and shewers though the cause be gone So trust me Francklin when I did awake I stoode in doubt whether I waked or no Such great impression tooke this fond surprise God graunt this vision bedeeme me any good Fran. This fantassie doeth rise from Michaels feare Who being awaked with the noyse he made His troubled sences yet could take no rest And this I warant you procured your dreame Ard. It may be so God frame it to the best But often times my dreames presage to trew Fran. To such as note their nightly fantasies Some one in twenty may incurre beliefe But vse it not t is but a mockery Ard. Come M. Francklin we le now walke in Pau'es And dyne togeather at the ordinary And by my mans direction draw to the key And with the tyde go down to Feuershame Say M. Francklin shall it not be so Francklin At your good pleasure sir I le beare you companye Exeunt Here enters Michaell at one doore Here enters Grene Will and Shakebag at another doore Wil. Draw Shakbag for heer 's that villaine Michael Gre. First Will le ts heare what he can say Wil. Speak milkesope slaue neuer after speake Mic. For Gods sake sirs let me excuse my selfe For heare I sweare by heauen and earth and all I did performe the outmost of my task And left the doores vnbolted and vnlockt But see the chaunce Francklin and my master Were very late conferring in the porch And Francklin left his napkin where he sat With certain gould knit in it as he said Being in bed he did bethinke himselfe And comming down he found the dores vnshut He lockt the gates and brought away the keyes For which offence my master rated me But now I am going to see what floode it is For with the tyde my M. will away Where you may front him well on Raynum downe A place well fitting such a stratageme Wil. Your excuse hath some what molyfied my choller Why now Gréene t is better now nor ere it was Gre. But Michaell is this trew Mic. As trew as I report it to be trew Shak. Then Michaell this shall be your pennance To feast vs all at the Salutation Where we wil plat our purpose throughly Gre. And Michael you shal bear no newes of this tide Because they two may be in Kaynū down before your M. Mic. Why I le agree to any thing you le have me So you will except of my company Exeunt Here enters Mosby Mos. Disturbed thoughts dryues me from company And dryes my marrow with their watchfulnes Continuall trouble of my moody braine Féebles my body by excesse of drinke And nippes me as the bitter Northeast wind Doeth check the tender blosoms in the spring Well fares the man how ere his cates do taste That tables not with foule suspition And he but pines amongst his delicats Whose troubled minde is stuft with discontent My goulden time was when I had no gould Though then I wanted yet I slept secure My dayly toyle begat me nights repose My nights repose made daylight fresh to me But since I climbd the toppe bough of the tree And sought to build my nest among the clouds Each gentlest ary gaile doth shake my bed And makes me dread my downfall to the earth But whether doeth contemplation carry me The way I seeke to finde where pleasure dwels Is hedged behinde me that I cannot back But needs must on although to dangers gate Then Arden perish thou by that decre For Greene doth erre the land and weede thée vp To make my haruest nothing but pure corne And for his paines I le heaue him vp a while And after smother him to haue his waxe Such bees as Greene must neuer liue to sting Then is there Michael and the Painter to Cheefe actors to Ardens overthrow Who when they shall see me sit in Ardens seat They wil insult upon me for my mede Or fright me by detecting of his end I le none of that for I can cast a bone To make these curres pluck out each others throat And then am I sole ruler of mine owne Yet mistres Arden liues but she 's my selfe And holy Church rites makes vs two but one But what for that I may not trust you Ales You have supplanted Arden for my sake And will extirpen me to plant another T is feareful sleeping in a serpents bed And I wil cleanely rid my hands of her Here enters Aes But here she comes and I must flatter her How now Ales what sad and passionat Make me pertaker of thy pensiuenes Fyre deuided burnes with lesser force Ales But I will damne that fire in my breast Till by the force therof my part consume ah Mosbie Mos. Such depe pathaires lyke to a cannons burst Dischargde against a ruinated wall Breakes my relenting hart in thousand pieces Ungentle Ales thy sorrow is my sore Thou knowst it wel and t is thy pollicy To forge distressefull looks to wound a breast Where lyes a hart that dies where thou art sad It is not loue that loues to anger loue Ales. It is not loue that loues to murther loue Mos. How meane you that Ales. Thou knowest how dearly Arden loued me Mos. And then Ales. And then conceale the rest for t is too bad Least that my words be carried with the wind And publisht in the world to both our shames I pray thée Mosbye let our springtime wither Our harvest els will yeald but lothsome weedes Forget I pray thée what hath past betwix vs For now I blushe and tremble at the thoughts Mos. What are you changde Ales. I to my former happy lyfe againe From tytle of an odious strumpets name To honest Ardens wife not Ardens honest wife Ha Mosbye t is thou hast rifled me of that And made me slaundrous to all my kin Euen in my forehead is thy name ingrauen A meane Artifiecer that lowe borne name I was bewitched woe worth the haples howre And all the causes that inchaunted me Mos. Nay if thou ban let me breath curses forth And if you stand so nicely at your fame Let me repent the credit I have lost I have neglected matters of import That would haue stated me aboue thy state Forslowde aduantages and spurnd at time I Fortunes right hand Mosbie hath forsoohe To take a wanton giglote by the lest I left the Mariage of an honest maid VVhose dowry would haue weyed down all thy wealth VVhose beauty and demianor farre exceeded thee This certaine good I lost for changing bad And wrapt my credit in thy company I was bewitcht that is no theame of thine And thou vnhallowed hast enchaunted me But I will breake thy spels and excirsimes And put another sight vpon these eyes That shewed my hart a rauen for a dowe Thou art not faire I vieud thee not till now Thou art not kinde till now I knew the not And

you Painters paint lambes in the lyning of wenches peticots And we seruing men put hornes to them to make them become sheepe Cla. Such another word wil cost you a cuffe or a knock Mic. What with a dagger made of a pensell Faith t is too weake And therefore thou to weak to winne susan Cla. Would susans loue lay vppon this stroke Then he breaks Michaels head Here enters Mosby Greene Ales. Ales. I le lay my lyfe this is for susans loue Stayd you behinde your M. to this end Have you no other time to brable in But now when serious matters are in hand Say Clarke hast thou done the thing thou promised Cla. I heare it is the very touch is death Ales. Then this I hope if all the rest do faile Wil catch M. Arden And make him wise in death that liued a foole Why should he thrust his sickle in our corne Or what hath he to do with thee my loue Or gouerne me that am to rule my selfe Forsooth for credit sake I must leaue thee Nay he must leaue to liue to liue that we may loue May liue may loue for what is lyfe but loue And loue shall last as long as lyfe remaines And lyfe shall end before my loue depart Mos. Why what 's loue without true constancy Lyke to a piller built of many stones Yet neither with good morter well compact Nor †semell† to fasten it in the ioynts But that it shakes with euery blast of winde And being toucht straight falles vnto the earth And buries all his haughty pride in dust No let our loue be rockes of Addamant Which time nor place nor tempest can a sunder Gre. Mosbie leaue protestations now And let vs bethinke vs what we haue to doo Black Will and shakebag I have placed In the broome close watching Ardens comming Le ts to them and see what they haue done Exeunt Here enters Ard. Fra. Ard. Of ferry man where art thou Here enters the Ferriman Fer. Here here goe before to the boat And I will follow you Ard. We haue great haste I pray thée come away Fer. Fy what a mist is here Ard. This mist my frend is misticall Lyke to a good companions smoaky braine That was halfe dround with new ale ouer night Fer. I were pitty but his scull were opened To make more Chimny roome Fran. Fréend what 's thy opinion of this mist Fer. I think t is lyke to a curst wife in a lytlehouse That neuer leaues her husband till she haue driuen him out at doores with a wet paire of eyes Then lookes he as if his house were a fire Or some of his fréends dead Ard. Speaks thou this of thine owne experience Fer. Perhaps I perhaps no For my wyfe is as other women are that is to say governed by the Moone Fran. By the Moone how I pray thée Fer. Na thereby lyes a bargane And you shall not haue it fresh and fasting Ard. Yes I pray thee good ferryman Fer. Then for this once let it be midsommer Moone But yet my wyfe as another moone Fran. Another Moone Fer. I and it hath influences and Eclipses Ard. Why then by this reconing you somtimes Play the man in the Moone Fer. I but you had not best to meddle with that moone Least I scratch you by the face with my bramble bush Ard. I am almost stifled with this fog come le ts away Fran. And sirra as we go le ts vs haue som more of your bolde yeomandry Fer. Nay by my troth sir but flat knauery Exeunt Here enters Will at one doore and Shakbag at another Sha. Oh Will where art thou Wil. Here shakbag almost in hels mouth Where I can not see my way for smoake Sha. I pray thee speake still that we may mete by the sound for I shall fall into some ditche or other vnles my feete see better then my eies Wil. Didest thou euer sée better weather to runne away with another mans wife or play with a wenche at potfinger shak. No this were a fine world for chandlers If this weather would last for then a man Should neuer dyne nor sup without candle light But sirra Will what horses are those that past Wil. Why didst thou heare any Sha. I that I did Will My life for thine t was Arden and his companiō And then all our labour 's lost Sha. Nay say not so for if it be they they may happely loose their way as we haue done And then we may chaunce meete with them Wil. Come let vs go on lyke a couple of blind pilgrims Then Shakebag falles into a ditch Sha. Helpe Will help I am almost drownd Here enters the ferryman Fer. Whos 's that that calles for help Wil. Twas none heere t was thou thy selfe Fer. I came to help him that cald for help Why how now who is this that 's in the ditch You are well enough serued to goe without a guyde such weather as this Wil. Sirra what companyes hath past your ferry this morning Fer. None but a cupple of gentlemen that went to dyne at my Lord cheyneis Wil. Shakbag did not I tell thée asmuch Fer. Why sir will you haue any letters caried to them Wil. No sir get you gone Fer. Did you euer see such a mist as this Wil. No nor such a foole as will rather be bought then get his way Fer. Why sir this is no hough munday you ar deceiud What 's his name I pray you sir Sha. His name is black will Fer. I hope to see him one day hangd vpon a hill Exit Ferriman Sha. Sée how the Sunne hath cleard the foggy mist Now we haue mist the marke of our intent Here enters Grene Mosbye and Ales. Mos. Black Will and Shakbag what make you héer VVhat is the deed don is Arden dead Wil. VVhat could a blynded man performe in armes Saw you not how till now the sky was darke That neither horse nor man could be decerned Yet did we heare their horses as they past Gre. Haue they escapt you then and past the ferry Sha. I for a while but here we two will stay And at their comming back meete with them once more Zounds I was nere so toylde in all my lyfe In following so slight a taske as this Mos. How camst thou so beraide Wil. VVith making false footing in the dark He needs would follow them without a guide Ales. Here 's to pay for a fire and good chéere Get you to Feuershame to the flowre deluce And rest your selues vntil some other time Gre. Let me alone it most concernes my state Wil. I mistres Arden this wil serue the turne In case we fal into a second fog Exeunt Grene Will and Shak. Mos. These knaues wil neuer do it let vs giue it ouer Ales. First tell me how you like my new deuice Soone when my husband is returning back You and I both marching arme in arme Lyke louing frends we le meete him on the way And boldly beard and braue

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