The Tragedy of M.Arden of Feuershame.
Would I had neuer tryed, but liued in hope.
Ales.
What needs thou try me, whom thou neuer found false,
Mos.
Yet pardon me for loue is Ielious,
Ales.
So list the Sailer to the Marmaids song,
So lookes the trauellour to the Basiliske,
I am content for to be reconcilde,
And that I know will be mine ouerthrow.
Mos.
Thine ouerthrow? first let the world dissolue,
Ales.
Nay Mosbie let me still inioye thy loue,
And happen what will, I am resolute,
My sauing husband hoordes vp bagges of gould,
To make our children rich, and now is hee
Gone to vnload the goods that shall be thine,
And he and Francklin will to London straight.
Mos.
To London Ales, if thoult be rulde by mee,
Weele make him sure enough for comming there.
Ales.
Ah, would we could.
Mos.
I happend on a Painter yesternight,
The onely cunning man of Christendoome:
For he can temper poyson with his oyle,
That who so lookes vpon the worke he drawes,
Shall with the beames that issue from his sight,
Suck vennome to his breast and slay him selfe,
Sweete Ales he shall draw thy counterfet,
That Arden may by gaizing on it perish.
Ales.
I but Mosbie that is dangerous,
For thou or I, or any other els,
Comming into the Chamber where it hangs, may die.
Mos.
I but weele haue it couered with a cloath,
And hung vp in the studie for himselfe.
Ales.
It may not be, for when the pictur's drawne,
Arden I know will come and shew it me.
Mos.
Feare not weele haue that shall serue the turne,
This is the painters house Ile call him foorth,
Ales.
But Mosbie Ile haue no such picture I:
Mos.
I pray thee leaue it to my discretion. How, Clarke
