Then, Arden, perish thou by that decree;. For Greene doth Who when they shall see me sit in Arden’s seat, The text of ‘Arden of Faversham’ can be read at. Arden of Feversham. edited by Ronald Bayne. contrib. by Thomas Kyd · Project Gutenberg Release # Select author names above for additional. Title. Arden of Feversham; Arden of Feversham / Anonymous; The tragedy of Master Arden of Feversham; The lamentable and true tragedy of Master Arden of .

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Come, let us go on like a couple of texxt pil- grims. Because I think you love your mistress better. Well, seeing ’tis done, cheerly let it pais.

Alice and Mosby were put on trial and convicted of the crime; he was hanged and she burnt at the stake in And I ’11 make her dowry more than I ’11 talk of, Clarke. To send thee roundly to the devil of hell.

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. faveraham

Had we no talk of Mosbie yesternight? The Lord of Heaven hath preserved him. Come, Will, see thy tools be in a readiness! Symonds inchne to reject it.

[OTA] Arden of Feversham / Anonymous

faaversham Edward Arnold,pp. Seest thou this gore that cleaveth to my face? But since I climbed the top-bough of the tree And sought to build my nest among the clouds. Bullen’s Lntrodtidion is the best mono- graph on the play.

Ferryman, Here, here, go before to the boat, and I will follow you. Had I been wake, you had not risen so soon. That plot of ground fuull thou detains from me, I speak it in an agony of spirit. None but a couple of gentlemen, that went to dine at my Lord Cheiny’s. My master would desire you come to bed. Though this abhors from reason, yet I ’11 try it, And call her forth and presently take leave. As I am a gentlewoman, Clarke, next day Thou and Susan shall be married. Ay, here it is ; the very touch is death Alice.


Farewell, sweet Alice, we mind to sup with thee.

Why, I ’11 agree to anything you ’11 have me. Why, Bradshaw, was not thou ardenn I fellow- soldiers at Boulogne, where I was a corporal, and thou but a base mercenary groom? The Merchant of Veniceed. It seems incredible that a drama so mature in its art should have been ardem in by a writer otherwise unknown to us. Editor-in-chief of the new edition, and part also of its team of twelve collaborating co-editors, Vickers is well placed to survey, in sorrow if not in anger, what has been well or ill done by his predecessors ….

Bloodstained swabs and rushes were found, and the killers quickly confessed.

Arden of Feversham by Thomas Kyd and Rev. Ronald Bayne

He should not make me to be pointed at. Well questioned, Alice ; Clarke, how answer you that? We need not speculate on Holinshed’s sources. Thy office is but to appoint the place, 38 Arden of Feversham act ii.

I ’11 see he shall not live above a week. Sirrah, get you back to Billingsgate And learn what time the tide will serve our turn ; Come to us in Paul’s. Arden of Feversham My mistress she hath forced me with an oath, For Susan’s sake, the which I may not break. But quakes and shivers, though the cause be gone: Warnke and Proescholt’s Introduction should be consulted, but lacks the distinction of style and the critical insight of Mr.

I pray you, sir, tell me, are not the lands yours? It was no chase that made me rise so early, But, as I told thee yesternight, to go To the Isle of Sheppy, there to dine with my Lord Cheiny ; lo For so his honour late commanded me.


He comes, he comes! Professor Saintsbury considers that ‘the only possible hypothesis on which it could be admitted as Shakespeare’s would be that of an early experiment thrown off while he was seeking his way in a direction where he found no thoroughfare.

I ’11 curse the carle, and see what that will do. Sirrah Shakebag, at his coming forth I ’11 run him through, and then to the Blackfriars, and there take water and away. Well, I ’11 discharge my pistol at the sky, For by this bullet Arden might not die. None shall have Mosbie’s sister but thyself. Nay, on his finger did I spy the ring Which at our marriage-day the priest put on.

Swinburne, is as subtle and well-sustained as Mosbie’s or Alice Arden’s, and it exhibits our poet’s special humorous gift. I ’11 leave you, and at your dag’s discharge 40 Make towards, like the longing water-dog That coucheth till the fowling-piece be off. 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?

Arden of Feversham I gave him ten pound for to hire knaves, By some device to make away the churl ; When he is dead, he should have twenty more And repossess his former lands again. Zounds, draw, Shakebag, I am almost killed. But tell me, is he angry or displeased? Michael, get tnee gone, And let not him nor any know thy drifts. Enter Greene and Bradshaw. See his dissevered joints and sinews torn, Whilst on the planchers pants his weary body, Smeared in the channels of his lustful blood.