MOSBY

Away I say, and talk not to me now. Where is your husband? Fear him not, leave, I have talked sufficient, I Ales, and it was cunningly performed, But what a villain is this painter Clarke? It is unpossible, for I have sworn, Never hereafter to solicit thee, Or whilst he lives, once more importune Thee. There let him be, hence forward know me not. Ungentle and unkind Ales, 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 it self, To try thy constancy have I been strange, Would I had never tried, but lived in hope. Yet pardon me for love is Jelious, Thine overthrow? first let the world dissolve, To London Ales, if thoult be ruled by Me, Weel make him sure enough for coming there. I happened on a Painter yesternight, The only cunning man of Christendoome: For he can temper poison with his oil, That who so looks upon the work he draws, Shall with the beams that issue from his sighed, Suck venomme to his breast and slay him self, Sweet Ales he shall draw thy counterfeit, That Arden may by gaizing on it perish I but weel have it covered with a cloth, And hung up in the study for himself. Fear not weel have that shall serve the turn, This is the painters house I'll call him forth, I pray thoe leave it to my discretion. Now, Clarke Here enters Clarke. Oh you are and honest man of your word, you served me well, Enough sweet Ales, thy kind words makes me melt, Your trick of poisoned pictures we dislyke, Some other poison would do better far. And isle make her dowry more the ̄ isle talk of Clark, Master Arden, being at London yester night, The Abbey lands whereof you are now possessed, Were offered me on some occasion, By Green one of sir Antony Agers men: I pray you sir tell me, are not the lands yours? Hath any other in rest herein? Revenge it on the proudest of you both: Ah master Arden you have inturde Me, I do appeal to God, and to the world. Measure me what I am, not what I was. Arden now thou hast belched and vomited, The rancorous venom of thy mis-swolne 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 world shall see, I loved her once, sweet Arden pardon me. I could not choose, her beauty fired my heart, But time hath quenched these ouerraging coals, And Arden though I now frequent thy house, 'Tis for my sisters sake, her waiting maid And not for hers, mayest thou enjoy her long: Hell fyze and wrathful vengeance light on me, If I dishonour her or injure Thee. Who lives that is not touched with staunderous tongues, By faith my sir you say true, And therefore will I sojourn here a while, Until our enemies have talked their fill. And then I hope theile cease, and at last confess, How causeless they have inturde her and me. I can not eat, but isle fit for company. You wrong your self and me, to cast these doubts Your loving husband is not Jelious. Well proved Mistress Ales, yet by your leave, I'll keep mine unbroken, whilst he lives. Ales whats he that comes yonder, knowest thou him Well let them pass a while, and tell me Ales, Now have you dealt, and tempered with my sister, What will she have my neighbour Clarke, or no? Now Ales lets bear thy news? Lets hear them, that I may laugh for company But call you this good news? I were cheerful news, to hear the churl were dead, But trust me Ales, 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, Cheesely in case of murder, why 'tis the way, To make it open unto Ardens self. And bring thy self and me to ruin both, Forewarnde, forearmde, who threats his enemy Lends him a sword to Guard himself with all. Well, sing 'tis done, cherely let it pass. You know this Green, is he not religious? A man I guess of great devotion. Then sweet Ales let it pass, I have a drift Will Quiet all, what ever is amiss. And what, Wilt be a match, What sister is it Clarke must be the man? Ah master Clarke, it rests at my grant, You see my sister's yet at my dispose, But so yowl grant me one thing I shall ask, I am content my sister shall be yours. I do remember once in secret talk, You told me how you could compound by Art. A crucifix empoisoned: That who so look upon it should wax blind, And with the sent be stifeled, 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. Well questioned Ales, Clarke how answer you that? 'Tis very well, but against when shall I have it, I will serve the turn. Now Ales lets in, and see what cheer you keep, I hope now M. Arden is from home, Yowl give me leave to play your husbands partly. Disturbed thoughts dryues 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 blosoms in the spring. Well fares the man how ere his cates do taste That tables not with foul suspicion: And he but pines amongst his delicates, Whose troubled mind is stuffed with discontent. My golden time was when I had no gold, Thought then I wanted, yet I slept secure, My daily toil, begat me nights repose: My nights repose made daylight fresh to me. But since I climbed the top bough of the tree, And sought to built my nest among the clouds. Each gentle stary gail does 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 dangers gate: Then Arden perish thou by that decree. For Green does err the land and weed Thee up, To make my harvest nothing but pure corn. And for his pains I'll heave him up a while, And aftersmother him to have his wax. Such bees as Green, must never live to sting. Then is there Michael and the Painter to, Chrefe actors to Ardens overthrow: Who when they shall see me fit in Ardens seat, They will insult upon me for my mede, Or fright me by detecting of his end. He none of that, for I can cast a bone, To make these curs pluck out each others throat, And then am I sole ruler of mine own: Yet mistress Arden lives, but she's my self, And holy Churchrites makes us 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: 'Tis fearful sleeping in a serpents bed. And I will cleanly rid my hands of her. Here enters Aes. But here she comes and I must flatter her. How now Ales? what sad, and passionate? Make me partaker of thy pensiveness: Fire divided burns with lesser force. Such deep pathaires like to a cannons burst, Discharge against a ruinated wall, Breaks my relenting heart in thousand pieces, Ungentle Ales thy sorrow is my soar, Thou knowest it well, and 'tis thy policy, To forge distressful looks, to wound a breast, Where lies a heart, that die where thou art sad, It is not love, that loves to anger love. How mean you that? And then. What are you change? 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 have stated me above thy state: Forslowde advantages, and spurned at time. I Fortune's right hand Mosbie hath forsoohe, To take a wanton gi lote by the lest. I left the Marriage of n honest maid, Whose dowry would have weighed down all thy wealth, Whose beauty and demianor far exceeded thee. This certain good I lost for changing bade, And wrapped my credit in thy company. I was bewitched, that is no theme of thine, And thou unhallowed hast enchanted me: But I will break thyspels, and excirsimes, And put another sighed upon these eyes, That showed my heart, a raven for a dow. Thou art not fair, I vieud thee not till now, Thou art not kind, till now I knew the not. And now the rain hath beaten of thy gilded, Thy worthless copper shows thee conterset. It grieves me not to see how foul thou art, But maddes me that ever I thought thee fair, Go get Thee gone, a copesmate for thy hinds. I am too good to be thy favourite. Oh no, I am a base artificer, My wings are feathered for a lowly sighed, Mosby fie no, not for a thousand pound, Make love to you, why 'tis unpardonable, We beggars must not breath where gentiles are. Ah how you women can insinuate, And clear a trespass with your sweet set tongue, I will forget this quarrel gentle Ales, Provided I'll be tempted so no more: Soft Ales for here comes some body. Well, were his date complete and expired. Why whats love, without true constancy? Like to a pillar built of many stones. Yet neither with good mortar, well compact, Nor semell, to fasten it in the joints. But that it shakes with every blast of wind, And being touched, straight falls unto the earth, And buries all his haughty pride in dust. No let our love be roc es of Addamant, Which time nor place, nor tempest can a sunder. Black Will and Shakbag, what make you here What is the deed done? is Arden dead. Now camest thou so beraide? These knaves will never do it, let us give it over Ah fine devise, why this deserves a kiss. Exeunt. And yet no horned beast, The horns are thine. I may thank you Mistress arden for this wound, I mistress Arden, this is your favour, What in the night, then had we be undone, You M. Green shall single Franklin forth, And hold him with a long tale of strange news: That he may not come home till suppertime. I'll fetch M. Arden home, & we Like friends. Will play a game or two at tables here, (Now I take you) that shall be the word. But come not forth before in any case. Come M. Green, go you along with me. See all things ready Ales against we come. M. Arden me thinks your wife would have me gone. O how cunningly she can dissemble. I know I am welcome to your loving husband, But for your self, you speak not from your heart. Pardon me M. Arden, I'll away. I pray you M. Arden let me go I'll see your husband in despite of you, Yet Arden I protest to thee by heaven, Thou never shalt see me more, after this night. I'll go to Room rather then be forsworn. I as willingly as I mean to live. Three games for a french crown sir, And please you. One ace, or else I loose the game. Ah M. Arden (now I can take you) The for the pressing Iron you told me of. Tush fear him not, he will be secret, Now now, whats the matter? is all well? Why strew rushes on it, can you not, This wench does nothing fallen unto the work. What of that? Keep thou it close, and 'tis unpossible, It shall not long torment thee gentle Ales, I am thy husband, think no more of him. Because her husband is abroad so late. A cupple of Ruffians threatened him yesternight, And she poor soul is afraid he should be hurt. Sirrah Michell gives a cup of bear. M. Arden, heers to your husband. Now now Ales whither will you bear him I for Franklin thinks that we have murdered him. Tell me sweet Ales how shall I escape? That is the next way to betray my self. Until to morrow, sweet Ales now farewell, And see you confess nothing in any case. I hired black Will and Shakebagge, Ruffynes both, And they and I have done this murthrous deed, But wherefore stay we? Come and bear me hence. How long shall I live in this hell of grief? Convey me from the presence of that strumpet. For Thee I mourn more then for my self, But let it suffice, I can not save thee now, Fie upon women, this shall be my song, But bear me hence, for I have lived to long. Clarke héers my hand my sister shall be thine, Arden I thought not on her, I came to Thee, But rather then I pocket up this wrong. I hope he is not Jelious of me now. But had he eaten but three spoonfuls more, Then had he died, and our love continued. Why black Will and shakebag locked within the countinghouse, Shall at a certain watchword given, rush forth, Now now Ales whats the news, Fraith Ales no longer then this night. Black Will and shakbag, will you two Perform the complot that I have laid. She will undo us, through her foolishness.