The Tragedy of M.Arden
Should neuer dyne nor sup without candle light,
But sirra Will what horses are those that past?
Wil.
Why, didst thou heare any?
Sha.
I that I did.
Will.
My life for thine, twas Arden and his companio
And then all our labour's lost,
Sha.
Nay say not so, for if it be they, they may happely loose their way as we haue done
And then we may chaunce meete with them.
Wil.
Come let vs go on lyke a couple of blind pilgrims
Then Shakebag falles into a ditch.
Sha.
Helpe Will help, I am almost drownd.
Here enters the ferryman.
Fer.
Whose that, that calles for help?
Wil.
Twas none heere, twas thou thy selfe.
Fer.
I came to help him that cald for help,
Why how now? who is this thats in the ditch?
You are well enough serued, to goe without a guyde, such weather as this.
Wil.
Sirra what companyes hath past your ferry this morning
Fer.
None but a cupple of gentlemen, that went to dyne at my Lord cheyneis.
Wil.
Shakbag did not I tell thee asmuch?
Fer.
Why sir, will you haue any letters caried to them
Wil.
No sir, get you gone.
Fer.
Did you euer see such a mist as this?
Wil.
No, nor such a foole as will rather be hought then get his way.
Fer.
Why sir, this is no hough munday, you ar deceiud
Whats his name I pray you sir?
Sha.
His name is black will.
Fer.
I hope to see him one day hangd vpon a hill.
Exit Ferriman.
Sha.
See how the Sunne hath cleard the foggy mist,
Now we haue mist the marke of our intent.
