The Complete Apocryphal Works of William Shakespeare - All 17 Rare Plays in One Edition. William Shakespeare
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he not religious?
A man, I guess, of great devotion?
ALICE
He is.
MOSBIE
Then, sweet Alice, let it pass: I have a drift
Will quiet all, whatever is amiss.
(here enters clarke and SUSAN
ALICE
How now, clarke? Have you found me false?
Did I not plead the matter hard for you?
CLARKE
You did.
MOSBIE
And what, wilt be a match?
CLARKE
A match, i’ faith, sir: ay, the day is mine.
But, so you’ll grant me one thing I shall ask,
I am content my sister shall be yours.
CLARKE
What is it, master Mosbie?
MOSBIE
I do remember once in secret talk
You told me how you could compound by art
A crucifix impoisoned,
That whoso look upon it should wax blind,
And with the scent be stifled, that ere long
He should die poisoned that did view it well.
I would have you make me such a crucifix,
And then I’ll grant my sister shall be yours.
CLARKE
Though I am loth, because it toucheth life,
Yet, rather or I’ll leave sweet Susan’s love,
I’ll do it, and with all the haste I may.
But for whom is it?
ALICE
Leave that to us. Why, clarke, is it possible
The colors being baleful and impoisoned,
And no ways prejudice yourself with all?
MOSBIE
Well questioned, ALICE
Clarke, how answer you that?
CLARKE
Very easily: I’ll tell you straight
How I do work of these impoisoned drugs.
I fasten on my spectacles so close
As nothing can any way offend my sight;
Then, as I put a leaf within my nose,
So put I rhubarb to avoid the smell,
As softly as another work I paint.
MOSBIE
‘tis very well; but against when shall I have it?
CLARKE
Within this ten days.
MOSBIE
‘twill serve the turn.
Now, Alice, let’s in and see what cheer you keep.
I hope, now master Arden is from home,
You’ll give me leave to play your husband’s part.
ALICE
Mosbie, you know, who’s master of my heart,
He well may be the master of the house. (Exeunt.
(here Enter Greene and BRADSHAW
BRADSHAW
See you them that come yonder, master Greene?
GREENE
Ay, very well: do you know them?
(here Enter Black Will and SHAKEBAG
BRADSHAW
The one I know not, but he seems a knave
Chiefly for bearing the other company;
For such a slave, so vile a rogue as he,
Lives not again upon the earth.
Black Will is his name. I tell you, master Greene,
At boulogne he and I were fellow soldiers,
Where he played such pranks
As all the camp feared him for his villainy;
I warrant you he bears so bad a mind
That for a crown he’ll murder any man.
GREENE
The fitter is he for my purpose, marry!
WILL
How now, fellow Bradshaw?
Whither away so early?
BRADSHAW
O Will, times are changed: no fellows now,
Though we were once together in the field;
Yet thy friend to do thee any good I can.
WILL
Why, Bradshaw, was not thou and i
Fellow-soldiers at boulogne,
Where I was a corporal, and thou but a base mercenary
And have a little plate in your shop;
You were glad to call me fellow Will,
And with a curtsey to the earth,
One snatch, good corporal,
When I stole the half ox from john the victualer.
And domineer’d with it amongst good fellows,
In one night.
BRADSHAW
Ay, Will, those days are past with me.
WILL
Ay, but they be not past with me.
For I keep that same honorable mind still.
Good neighbor Bradshaw, you are too proud to be my fellow,
But were it not that I see more company coming down
I would be fellows with you once more.
And share crowns with you too.
But let that pass, and tell me whither you go.
BRADSHAW
To London, Will, about a piece of service,
Wherein happily thou mayst pleasure me.
WILL
What is it?
BRADSHAW
Of late lord cheney lost some plate,
BRADSHAW
A lean faced writhen knave,
Hawk nosed and very hollow eyed,
With mighty furrows in his stormy brows,
Long hair down his shoulders curled;
His chin was bare, but on his upper lip
A mutchado, which he wound about his ear.
WILL
What apparel had he?
BRADSHAW
A watchet satin doublet all too torn,
The inner side did bear the greater show;
A pair of threadbare velvet hose, seam rent,
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