The Tragedy of M.Arden of Feuershame.
Fran.
Arden leaue to vrdge her ouer farre.
Arden.
Nay loue there is no credit in a dreame,
Let it suffice I know thou louest me well.
Ales.
Now I remember where vpon it came,
Had we no talke of Mosbie yesternight.
Fra.
Mistres Ales I hard you name him once or twice,
Ales.
And thereof came it, and therefore blame not me
Arden.
I know it did, and therefore let it passe,
I must to London sweete Ales presently.
Ales.
But tell me do you meane to stay there long?
Arden.
No longer there till my affaires be done.
Fran.
He will not stay aboue a month at most.
Ales.
A moneth aye me, sweete Arden come againe
Within a day or two, or els I die.
Arden.
I cannot long be from thee gentle Ales,
Whilest, Michel fetch our horses from the field,
Franklin and I will down vnto the key:
For I haue certaine goods there to vnload,
Meanewhile prepare our breakfast gentle Ales,
For yet ere noone wele take horse and away,
Exeunt Arden, & Francklin.
Ales.
Ere noone he meanes to take horse and away:
Sweete newes is this, Oh that some ayrie spirit,
Would in the shape and liknes of a horse
Gallope with Arden crosse the Ocean,
And throw him from his backe into the waues.
Sweete Mosbie is the man that hath my hart:
And he vsurpes it, hauing nought but this,
That I am tyed to him by marriage.
Loue is a God and mariage is but words,
And therefore Mosbies title is the best,
Tushe whether it be or no, he shall be mine,
In spight of him, of Hymen and of rytes.
Here enters Adam of the Flourdeluce.
I hope he brings me tydings of my loue.
