The Tragedy of M.Arden
And that iniurious riball that attempts,
To vyolate my deare wyues chastitie,
(For deare I holde hir loue, as deare as heauen)
Shall on the bed which he thinks to defile,
See his disseuered ioints and sinewes torne,
Whylst on the planchers, pants his weary body,
Smeard in the channels of his lustfull bloode.
Fran.
Be patient gentle freend and learne of me,
To ease thy griefe, and saue her chastitye:
Intreat her faire, sweete words are fittest engines
To race the flint walles of a womans breast:
In any case be not too Ielyouse,
Nor make no question of her loue to thee,
But as securely, presently take horse,
And ly with me at London all this tearme
For women when they may, will not,
But beeing kept back, straight grow outragious.
Arden.
Though this abhorres from reason yet ile try it
And call her foorth, and presently take leaue: How Ales,
Heere entes ales.
Ales.
Husband what meane you to get vp so earely.
Sommer nights are short, and yet you ryse ere day,
Had I beene wake you had not rise so soone.
Ard.
Sweet loue thou knowst that we two Ouid like
Haue often chid the morning, when it gan to peepe.
And often wisht that darke nights purblind steedes,
Would pull her by the purple mantle back:
And cast her in the Ocean to her loue.
But this night sweete Ales thou hast kild my hart,
I heard thee cal on Mosbie in thy sleepe.
Ales.
Tis lyke I was a sleepe when I nam'd him,
For beeing awake he comes not in my thoughts:
Arden.
I but you started vp, and suddenly
In steede of him: caught me about the necke.
Ales.
In steede of him? why, who was there but you,
And where but one is, how can I mistake.
