of Feuershame.
Or there runne mad, and end thy cursed dayes,
Fra.
Fy bitter knaue brydle thine enuious tongue,
For curses are like arrowes shot vpright,
Which falling doun light on the sutors head.
Rede
Light where they will, were I vppon the sea,
As oft I haue in many a bitter storme,
And saw a dreadfull suthern flaw at hand,
The Pylate quaking at the doubtfull storme,
And all the saylers praying on their knees,
Euen in that fearefull time would I fall down,
And aske of God, what ere betide of me,
Uengeance on Arden, or some misevent,
To shewe the world, what wrong the carle hath done,
This charge Ile leaue with wy distresfull wife.
My children shall be taught such praiers as these,
And thus I go but leaue my cursse with thee. Exeunt Rede & Sayler.
Ard.
It is the raylingest knaue in christendome,
And oftentimes the villaine will be mad,
It greatly matters not what he sayes,
But I assure you, I nere did him wrong.
Fra.
I think so M. Arden.
Ard.
Now that our horses are gone home before,
My wife may hapely mete me on the way,
For God knowes she is growne passing kinde of late,
And greatly chaunged from the oulde humor
Of her wounted frowardnes.
And seekes by faire meanes to redeeme ould faults.
Fra.
Happy the change, that alters for the best,
But see in any case you make no speache,
Of the cheare we had at my Lord Cheineis,
Although most bounteous and liberall,
For that will make her think her selfe more wrongd,
In that we did not carry her a long,
For sure she greeued that she was left behinde,
