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answer then? I wonder how she looked,
Having forsworn it with such vehement oaths,
And at the instant so approved upon her.
FRANKLIN
First did she cast her eyes down to the earth,
Watching the drops that fell amain from thence;
Then softly draws she forth her hand kercher,
And modestly she wipes her tear stained face;
And with a majesty addressed her self
To encounter all their accusations. -
Pardon, me, master Arden, I can no more;
This fighting at my heart makes short my wind.
You are a stranger, man, in the isle of sheppy.
ARDEN
Your honor’s always bound, to do you service.
LORD
Come you from London and ne’er a man with you?
ARDEN
My man’s coming after,
But here’s my honest friend that came along with me.
LORD
My lord protector’s man I take you to be.
FRANKLIN
Ay, my good lord, and highly bound to you.
LORD
You and your friend come home and sup with me.
ARDEN
I beseech your honor pardon me;
I have made a promise to a gentleman,
My honest friend, to meet him at my house;
The occasion is great, or else would I wait on you.
LORD
Will you come to morrow and dine with me, and bring your honest friend along with you? I have divers matters to talk with you about.
ARDEN
To morrow we’ll wait upon your honor.
LORD
One of you stay my horse at the top of the hill.
what! Black Will? For whose purse wait you?
Thou wilt be hanged in kent, when all is done.
WILL
Not hanged, god save your honor;
I am your bedesman, bound to pray for you.
LORD
I think thou ne’er said’st prayer in all thy life. -
One of you give him a crown: -
And, sirrah, leave this kind of life.
If thou beest tainted for a penny matter,
And come in question, surely thou wilt truss.
come, master Arden, let us be going;
Your way and mine lies four miles together. (Exeunt.
(manet Black Will and SHAKEBAG
WILL
The devil break all your necks at four miles’ end!
Zounds, I could kill myself for very anger!
His lordship chops me in, even when
My dag was levelled at his heart.
I would his crown were molten down his throat.
SHAKEBAG
Arden, thou hast wondrous holy luck.
Well, I’ll discharge my pistol at the sky,
For by this bullet Arden might not die.
(here enters GREENE
GREENE
What is he down? Is he dispatched?
SHAKEBAG
Ay, in health towards feversham, to shame us all.
GREENE
The devil he is! Why, sirs, how escap’d he?
SHAKEBAG
When we were ready to shoot,
Comes my lord cheney to prevent his death.
GREENE
The lord of heaven hath preserved him.
WILL
Preserved a fig! The lord cheney hath preserved him,
And bids him to a feast to his house at shorlow.
But by the way once more I’ll meet with him,
And, if all the cheneys in the world say no,
I’ll have a bullet in his breast tomorrow.
Therefore come, Greene, and let us to feversham.
GREENE
Ay, and excuse ourselves to mistress Arden:
O, how she’ll chafe when she hears of this!
SHAKEBAG
Why, I’ll warrant you she’ll think we dare not do it.
WILL
Why, then let us go, and tell her all the matter.
And plat the news to cut him off to morrow. (Exeunt.
(here Enter Arden and his wife, Franklin, and MICHAEL
ARDEN
See how the hours, the gardeant of heaven’s gate
Have by their toil removed the darksome clouds,
That sol may well discern the trampled pace
Wherein he wont to guide his golden car;
The season fits; come, Franklin, let’s away.
ALICE
I thought you did pretend some special hunt,
That made you thus cut short the time of rest.
ARDEN
It was no chase that made me rise so early,
But, as I told thee yesternight, to go to the isle of sheppey,
To the isle of sheppy, there to dine with my lord cheney,
For so his honor late commanded me.
ALICE
Ay, such kind husbands seldom want excuses
Home is a wild cat to a wandering wit.
The time hath been, - would god it were not past, -
That honor’s title nor a lord’s command
But my deserts or your desires decay,
Or both; yet if true love may seem desert,
I merit still to have thy company.
FRANKLIN
Why, I pray you sir, let her go along with us;
I am sure his honor will welcome her
And us the more for bringing her along.
ARDEN
Content; sirrah, saddle your mistress’ nag.
ALICE
No, begged favor merits little thanks.
If I should go, our house would run away,
Or else be stolen. Therefore I’ll stay