Page:The Lamentable and True Tragedie of M. Arden of Feversham in Kent (1592).pdf/75

 See 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 see 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.

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 sting them in the Temes, I have the gould, what care I though it be knowne? Ile crosse the water and take sanctuary.

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 found 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