The Tragedy of M.Arden
No fellowes now, because you are a gouldsmith,
And haue a lytle plate in your shoppe,
You were gladde to call me fellow Will,
And with a cursy to the earth,
One snatch good corporall.
When I stole the halfe Oxe from Iohn the vitler.
And domineer'd with it, amongst good fellowes,
In one night.
Brad.
I Will, those dayes are past with me.
Will.
I but they be not past with me.
For I kepe that same honorable minde still,
Good neighbour Bradshaw you are too proude to be my fellow,
But were it not, that I see more company comming down
The hill, I would be fellowes with you once more,
And share Crownes with you to.
But let that pas, and tell me whether you goe.
Brad.
To London Will, about a peece of seruice,
Wherein happely thou maist pleasure me.
Will.
What is it?
Brad.
Of late Lord Cheiny lost some plate,
Which one did bring, and soulde it at my shoppe,
Saying he serued sir Antony Cooke,
A search was made, the plate was found with me,
And I am bound to answer at the syse,
Now Lord Cheiny solemnly vowes,
If law will serue him, hele hang me for his plate,
Now I am going to London vpon hope,
To finde the fellow, now Will I know
Thou art acpuainted with such companions.
Will.
What manner of man was he?
Brad.
A leane faced writhen knaue,
Hauke nosde, and verye hollow eied,
With mightye furrowes in his stormye browes,
Long haire down his shoulders curled,
His Chinne was bare, but on his vpper lippe,
A mutchado, which he wound about his eare,
