The Tragedye of M.Arden
Maior.
I haue the counsels warrand to aprehend him
Ales.
I am glad it is no worse.
Why M. maior thinke you I harbour any such?
Ma.
We are informd that here he is.
And therefore pardon vs, for we must search.
Ales
I search and spare you not, through euery roome,
Were my husband at home, you would not offer this,
Here enters Francklin.
Fra.
Arden thy husband, and my fréend, is slaine,
Ales.
Ah, by whome? M. Francklin can you tell?
Fra.
I know not, but behind the abby,
There helyes murthred in most pittious case,
Mai.
But M. Francklin are you sure tis he,
Fra.
I am too sure, would God I were deceiued.
Ales.
Finde out the Murthrers let them be knowne,
Fran.
I so they shall, come you along with vs.
Ales.
Wherefore?
Fran.
know you this handtowel and this knyfe?
Su.
Ah michael through this thy negligence.
Thou hast betraied and vndone vs all.
Mic.
I was so affraide, I knew not what I did,
I thought I had throwne them both into the well.
Ales.
It is the pigs bloode we had to supper.
But wherefore stay you? finde out the murthrers.
Ma.
I feare me youle proue one of them your selfe.
Ale.
I one of them, what meane such questions.
Fra.
I feare me he was murthred in this house.
And carried to the fields, for from that place,
Backwards and forwards may you see,
The print of many feete within the snow,
And looke about this chamber where we are,
And you shall finde part of his giltles bloode,
For in his slipshoe did I finde some rushes.
Which argueth he was murthred in this roome.
Ma.
Looke in the place where he was wont to sit.
