95 matches between Arden of Faversham and Kyd
In Shakespeare og Hans Samtidge (‘Shakespeare and his Fellows’), Copenhagen, 1948, Paul Rubow indicated some 50 multi-word parallels between Arden of Faversham and The Spanish Tragedy, and 56 matching multi-word parallels with Soliman and Perseda. Since these are scattered over two chapters, interspersed with Danish text, I have excerpted the quotations and arranged them in sequence. Scene (here in Arabic numerals) and line numbers correspond to the Revels edition, by M.L. Wine (1973). The right-hand column gives the page numbers in Rubow’s text, and notes which collocation matches had been identified by Walter Miksch in 1907. Words highlighted in bold face are exact verbal matches; those underlined fulfil the same semantic or syntactical function in both passages.
1 | AF 1.8 | Read them, and leave this melancholy moode. | p. 143 M1 |
SP 3.1.52 | To drive away this melancholy moode. |
2 | AF 14.303 | (torments my minde) | p. 125 |
AF 1.11 | That showes me nothing but torments my soule. | ||
Sp.T 3.8.13 | Madame, these humors doe torment my soule. | ||
Sp.T 3.1.43 | But this, O this, tormentes my labouring soule. | ||
Yet still tormented is my tortured soule. |
3 | AF 1.16 | And they have privie meetings in the Towne. | p. 142 M2 |
SP 1.4.106 | Make privie inquirie for it through the towne. |
4 | AF 1.17–18 | Nay, on his finger did I spy the Ring Which at our Marriage day the Priest put on. | p. 142 |
SP 2.1.145–47 | Why didst thou deck her with my ornament? Could nothing serve her but the Carcanet Which, as my life, I gave to thee in charge? |
5 | AF 1.44–5 | learne of me | To ease thy griefe. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.7.70 | to ease the greefe that I sustaine. | ||
SP 1.4.126 | Come therefore, gentle death, and ease my griefe. |
6 | AF 1.74 | there is no credit in a dreame. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.1.18 | And theres no credit in the countenance. |
7 | AF 1.85–6 | Sweete Arden, come againe Within a day or two, or els I die. |
p. 141 |
SP 3.2.5–6 | Returne him backe, fair starres,or let me die. Returne him backe, fair heavens, or let me die. |
8 | AF 1.164 | But, Michael, see you doo it cunninglie. | p. 143 M4 |
SP 5.2.1 | Lord marshall, see you handle it cunningly. |
9 | AF 1.185–7 | Is this the end of all thy solemne oathes? Is this the frute thy reconcilement buds? Have I for this given thee so many favours… |
p. 122 |
Sp.T 4.1.1ff | Is this the love thou bearst Horatio? Is this the kindnes that thou counterfeits? Are these the fruits of thine incessant teares! Hieronimo, are these thy passions, Thy protestations and thy deepe lamentes |
10 | AF 1.195–6 | Before I saw that falshoode looke of thine, Fore I was tangled with thy tysing speech, … |
p. 141 |
AF 1.213–4 | So list the Sailer to the Marmaids song, So lookes the travellour to the Basiliske. |
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SP 2.1.154ff | What are thy words but Syrens guilefull songs, That please the eare but seeke to spoile the heart? … What are thy teares but Circes magike seas, Where none scape wrackt but blindfould Marriners? What are thy lookes but like the Cockatrice That seekes to wound poore silly passengers? |
11 | AF 1.205–6 | now I see | That which I ever feared and find too true. | p. 127 |
AF 3.106 | I now I see, and too soone find it trew, | ||
Sp.T 4.1.35 | Madame, tis true, and now I find it so. |
12 | AF 1.258 | that witnesses heartes griefe. | p. 144 M6 |
SP 3.2.14 | swolne hearts griefe. | ||
SP 3.13.119 | thy sore harts greife. |
13 | AF 1.324–5 | Arden, now thou hast belcht and vomited The rancorous venome of thy mis-swolne hart. |
p. 143 |
SP 3.2.14–15 | And here my tongue dooth stay with swolne hearts greef. And here my swolne harts greef doth stay my tongue. |
14 | AF 1.333.57 | … And, Arden, though I now frequent thy house, Tis for my sisters sake … | And not for hers … (ARDEN) And thou and Ile be freends, if this prove trew. As for the base tearmes I gave thee late, Forget them, Mosbie: I had cause to speake, … (FRANKLIN) Then, Mosbie, to eschew the speache of men, Upon whose generall brute all honor hangs, Forbeare his house. (ARDEN) Forbeare it! nay, rather frequent it more: The worlde shall see that I distrust her not. To warne him on the sudden from my house Were to confirm the rumour that is growne. (MOSBIE) By my faith, sir, you say trew, And therefore will I sojourne here a while, Untill our enemies have talkt their fill; And then I hope, theile cease, and at last confesse How causeles they have injurde her and me. |
pp. 120-1 |
Sp.T 3.14.135ff | (CASTILLE) Hieronimo, I hope you have no cause … (HIERONIMO) These be the scandalous reports of such As love not me, and hate my Lord too much … (LORENZO) Hieronimo, I never gave you cause. (HIERONIMO) My good Lord, I know you did not. (CASTILLE) There then pause; And for the satisfaction of the world, Hieronimo, frequent my homely house, … And when thou wilt, use me, my sonne, and it: But heere … Embrace each other, and be perfect freends. (HIERONIMO) Ile be freends with you all. For divers causes it is fit for us That we be freends: the world is suspitious, And men may think what we imagine not … (LORENZO) And that, I hope, olde grudges are forgot. |
15 | AF 1.336–7 |
Hell fire and wrathfull vengeance light on me, If I dishonour her or injure thee. |
p. 142 M9 |
SP 2.1.114 | Which if I doe, all vengeance light on me. | ||
SP 5.2.74 | And mischiefe light on me, if I sweare false. |
16 | AF 1.373 | Now will I be convinced or purge my selfe. | p. 143 |
SP 2.1.259 | Great ease it were for me to purge my selfe. |
17 | AF 1.383 | Ile take a lytle to prevent the worst. | p. 127 |
AF 14.294 | But to prevent the worst, Ile buy some rats bane. | ||
Sp.T 3.2.78, 80 | But, Pedringano, to prevent the worst, … Heere, for thy further satisfaction, take thou this. |
18 | AF 1.399 | Loth am I to depart, yet I must go … | p. 140 |
AF 1.408–12 | And so farewell, sweete Ales, till we meete next. — Farewell, Husband, seeing youle have it so; And, M. Francklin, seeing you take him hence, In hope youle hasten him home, Ile give you this. — And if he stay, the fault shall not be mine. |
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SP 5.1.34ff | I go, Perseda; thou must give me leave. — Though loth, yet Solimans command prevailes … — Lord Brusor, come; tis time that we were gone. — Perseda, farewell; be not angrie For that I carry thy beloved from thee; We will returne with all speede possible … That for my carrying of Erastus hence She curse me not; and so farewell to both. |
19 | AF 1.446 | They shall be soundly feed to pay him home. | p. 142 |
AF 1.515 | Ile pay him home. | ||
SP 3.2.34 | And I will pay you both your sound delight. | ||
Cf. Corn. 3.3.62 | pay home the penaltie. |
20 | AF 1.492 | Ah, M. Greene, be it spoken in secret heere. | p. 136 M12 |
SP 5.2.58 | For be it spoke in secret heere, quoth he. |
21 | AF 1.511 | I shall be the man | Shall set you free. | p. 127 |
AF 1.600 | is it Clarke must be the man? | ||
AF 3.159–60 | I am the very man | Markt … To give … | ||
Sp.T 3.6.30 | I am the man | ||
Sp.T 3.14.119 | no, I am not the man. |
22 | AF 1.522–3 | And heer’s ten pound to wager them withall; When he is dead, you shall have twenty more. (repeated: 1.566, 569; 2.103–4; 14.126–7) |
p. 142 |
SP 5.2.64 | At this he lept for joy, swearing and promising |
23 | AF 1.526–7 | — Will you keepe promise with me? — Or count me false and perjurde whilst I live. |
p. 136 M8 (less) |
SP 2.1.123 | For this thy perjurde false disloyalty. | ||
SP 5.2.74 | And mischiefe light on me, if I sweare false. |
24 | AF 1.636 | Now, Ales, lets in and see what cheere you keepe. | p. 127 |
Sp.T 1.5.12 | Now come and sit with us, and taste our cheere. |
25 | AF 2.33 | about a peece of service. | p. 144 M16 |
SP 1.4.60 | a hot piece of service. |
26 | AF 3.39–40 | But stand close, and take you fittest standing, And at his comming foorth speede him. |
p. 128 |
AF 9.38 | Take your fittest standings | ||
Sp.T 3.2.85 | There take thy stand, and see thou strike him sure. |
27 | AF 3.104–6 | Seest thou this goare that cleaveth to my face? From hence nere will I wash this bloody staine. Til Ardens hart be panting in my hand. |
p. 122 |
Sp.T 2.5.52ff | Seest thou this handkercher besmerd with blood? It shall not from me, till I take revenge. Seest thou those wounds that yet are bleeding fresh? Ile not intombe them, till I have reveng’d. |
28 | AF 3.131 | how chaunce your face is so bloody? | p. 143 |
SP 1.4.61 | how chance his nose is slit? (SP 3.6.13 & 5.3.13) |
29 | AF 3.165 | And traine thy M(aister) to his tragedy. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 2.1.93 | This very sword … | Shall be the worker of the tragedie. |
30 | AF 3.167 | Then be not nice, but … | p. 137 M23 |
SP 1.2.23 | Then be not nice, Perseda … |
31 | AF 3.181–5 | No sooner shall ye enter through the latch Over the thresholde to the inner court, But on your left hand shall you see the staires That leads directly to my M(aisters) chamber: There take him and … |
pp. 121-2 |
Sp.T 3.11.12ff | Then list to me, and Ile resolve our doubt. There is a path upon your left hand side, That leadeth from a guiltie Conscience Unto a forrest of distrust and feare, … There shall you meet with … |
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Cf. ibid. 1.1.63 | The left hand path, declining fearefully, Was ready dounfall to the deepest hell, … |
32 | AF 3.195–6 | Ah, harmeles Arden, how, how hast thou misdone, That thus thy gentle lyfe is leveld at? |
p. 126 |
Sp.T 2.5.28–9 | O poore Horatio, what hadst thou misdonne, To leese thy life ere life was new begun? |
33 | AF 3.201–2 | Do lead thee* with a wicked fraudfull smile As unsuspected, to the slaughterhouse. *‘the lambe’ (l. 191) |
p. 137 M26 |
SP 5.3.43 | To leade a Lambe unto the slaughter-house. |
34 | AF 4.22–6 | She will amend, and so your greefes will cease; Or els shele die, and so your sorrows end. If neither of these two do happely fall, Yet let your comfort be that others beare Your woes, twice doubled all, with patience. |
p. 123 M27 |
Sp.T 3.13.14ff | If destinie thy miseries doe ease, Then hast thou health, and happy shalt thou be: If destinie denie thee life, Hieronimo, Yet shalt thou be assured of a tombe: If neither, yet let this thy comfort be, Heaven covereth him that hath no buriall. |
35 | AF 4.31–3 | At home or not at home, where ere I be, Heere, heere it lyes, ah Francklin, here it lyes That wil not out till wretched Arden dies. |
p. 123 |
Sp.T 3.6.15–16 | But come, for that we came for: lets begin, For here lyes that which bids me to be gone. |
36 | AF 4.47 | Looking that waies for redresse of wrong. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.6.4 | we |For all our wrongs can compasse no redresse. |
37 | AF 4.62–3 | pleads to me for lyfe | With just demaund. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 2.1.54 | satisfie my just demaund. |
38 | AF 4.79 | And pittiles black Will cryes Stab the slave. | p. 137 M28 |
Sp.T 3.5.10 | Then stab the slaves, and send their soules to hell. | (more) |
39 | AF 4.82 | Gapes open wide, like graves to swallow men. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 1.2.51 | (the ocean) gapes to swallow … landes. |
40 | AF 4.87 | What dismall outcry cals me from my rest? — What hath occasiond such a fearefull crye? |
p. 124 M31 |
Sp.T 2.5.1 ibid. 4.4.108 |
What out-cries pluck me from my naked bed? He shrikes: I heard, and yet, me thinks, I heare His dismall out-cry eccho in the aire. |
41 | AF 5.1–5 | Black night hath hid the pleasures of the day And sheeting darknesse overhangs the earth And with the black folde of her cloudy robe Obscures us from the eyesight of the worlde, In which swete silence such as we triumph. |
p. 129 |
Sp.T 2.4.1ff, 17ff | Now that the night begins with sable wings To over-cloud the brightnes of the Sunne, And that in darkenes pleasures may be done, … And heavens have shut up day to pleasure us. The starres, thou seest, hold backe their twinckling shine, And Luna hides her selfe to pleasure us. |
42 | AF 5.5 | such as we triumph. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.3.9 | when such as I prevaile |
43 | AF 5.10 | Greene, get you gone. | p. 143 |
AF 8.104 | Go, get thee gone. | ||
AF 9.34 | No sir, get you gone. | ||
AF 14.140 | Tush, get you gone. | ||
Sp.T 4.1.250 | Brusor, get thee gone. |
44 | AF 5.10–12 | Greene, get you gone and linger here about, And at some houre hence come to us againe, Where we will give you instance of his death. |
p. 137 |
SP 2.1.73–6 | Goe thou forthwith, arme thee from top to toe, And come an hour hence unto my lodging, Then will I tell thee this offence at large, And thou in my behalfe shalt work revenge. |
45 | AF 6.16 | With that he blew. | p. 143 |
AF 14.56–7 | With that comes Franklin … with that he slinks away. | ||
AF 14.65–6 | With that comes Arden | ||
SP 2.2.21 | With that they drew, and there F. had the prickado. |
46 | AF 6.38 | their nightly fantasies | p. 126 |
Sp.T 1.3.76 | my nightly dreames. |
47 | AF 7.5 | For heare I sweare, by heaven and earth and all. | p. 126 |
Sp.T 4.1.25 | For heare I sweare, in sight of heaven and earth. |
48 | AF 8.5–6 | And nippes me as the bitter Northeast wind Doeth check the tender blossoms in the spring. |
p. 128 M34 |
Sp.T 1.1.12–13 | But in the harvest of my sommer joyes, Deaths winter nipt the blossomes of my blisse. |
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Sp.T 3.13.147–8 | But suffered thy faire crimson coloured spring With withered winter to be blasted thus. |
49 | AF 8.25 | To make my harvest nothing but pure corne. | p. 128 M35 |
Sp.T 3.6.7 | Thou talkest of harvest, when the corn is greene | (more) |
50 | AF 8.32 | They will insult upon me for my mede. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.1.53 | Or for thy meed hast falsely me accusde. |
51 | AF 8.56–7 | To forge distressefull looks to wound a breast Where lyes a heart that dies when thou art sad. |
p. 137 M38 |
SP 2.1.117 | Ah, how thine eyes can forge alluring lookes And faine deep oathes to wound poor silly maides. |
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52 | AF 8.63 | And thou — conceale the rest, for tis too bad. | p. 142 M39 |
SP 5.2.53 | The rest I dare not speake, it is so bad. |
53 | AF 8.121 | And thereon will I chiefly meditate. | p. 126 M40 |
Sp.T 2.2.26 | But whereon doost thou chiefly meditate? |
54 | AF 8.123ff | Wilt thou not looke? … Wilt thou not heare? … Why speaks thou not? … Thou hast been sighted … And heard as quickly … And spoke as smoothly … When I have bid thee heare or see or speak. |
p. 144 |
Cf. SP 2.1.156ff & 5.4.43ff | Then view my teares … What are thy teares … then view my lookes … What are thy lookes … If words, nor teares, nor lookes may win remorse | Was he not true … Was he not valiant … Was he not loyall — ? |
55 | AF 8.128 | And spoke as smoothly as an orator. | p. 128 |
Sp.T 3.10.83 | Brother, you are become an Oratour. |
56 | AF 8.150 | Then with thy lips seale up this new made match. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 1.1.80 | Pluto was pleased, and sealde it with a kisse. | ||
SP 1.6.4 | By mutuall tokens to seal up their loves. | p. 136 |
57 | AF 9.1–2 | Come, Will, see thy tooles be in a redynes: Is not thy Powder dancke, or will thy flint stryke fyre? |
p. 130 |
Sp.T 3.3.1, 4 | Now, Pedringano, bid thy Pistoll holde … And let me shift for taking of mine aime. |
58 | AF 9.17–18 | a greater somme of money Then either thou or all thy kin are worth. |
p. 137 M43 |
SP 1.4.74 | It was worth more then thou and all thy kin are worth. |
59 | AF 9.19 | Zounds, I hate them as I hate a toade. | p. 137 M44 |
SP 3.2.27 | Lucina hates me like a Toade. |
60 | AF 9.26–9 | Why, so can Jack of Fevershame, That sounded* for a phillope on the nose, When he that gave it him hollowed in his eare, And he supposed a Cannon bullete hit him. * (i.e. ‘swooned’) |
p. 141 M45 |
SP 5.3.93 | mans life is as a glasse, and a phillip may cracke it. |
61 | AF 9.38–43 | Wel, take your fittest standings, & once more Lime your twigs to catch this wary bird. Ile leave you, and at your dags discharge Make towards, lyke the longing water dog That coucheth til the fowling peece be off, Then ceazeth on the pray with eager moode. |
p. 124 M46 |
Sp. T 3.4.41-5 | I set the trap: he breakes the worthles twigs, And sees not that wherewith the bird was limde. Thus hopefull men, that meane to holde their owne, Must look like fowlers to their dearest freends. He runnes to kill whome I have holpe to catch. |
62 | AF 9.133–4 | Arden, thou hast wondrous holye luck. Did ever man escape as thou hast done. |
p. 137 |
SP 2.2.1-2 | God sends fortune to fooles. Did you ever see wise man escape as I have done? |
p. 137 |
63 | AF 10.3–4 | That Soll may wel deserne the trampled pace Wherein he wount to guide his golden car. |
p. 130 |
Sp.T 1.1.23 | Ere Sol had slept three nights in Thetis lap, And slakte his smoaking charriot in her floud. |
64 | AF 10. 17–19 | But my deserts or your desires decay, Or both; yet if true love may seeme desert, I merite stil to have thy company. |
pp. 137 138 M50 |
SP 3.1.102 | The least of these surpasse my best desart, Unlesse true loyaltie may seeme desart. |
65 | AF 10.31 | But that I hould thee dearer then my life. | p. 128 |
Sp.T 4.4.31 | Erasto, dearer than my life to me. | ||
SP 2.1.281 | Farewell, my country, dearer then my life. | p. 136 | |
SP 5.2105 | Whose life to me was dearer then mine owne. |
66 | AF 10.75–6 | Stayd you behinde your M(aister) to this end? Have you no other … |
p. 138 |
SP 5.3.42 | I … came thy husband to this end … Hast thou for this … |
67 | AF 10.83 | Why should he thrust his sickle in our corne. | p. 142 M35 |
SP 4.1.223 | That thrust his sickle in my harvest corne. |
68 | AF 10.100–1 | Mosbie, leave protestations now, And let us bethink us what we have to doo. |
p. 138 M54 |
SP 1.4.30 | Leave protestations now and let us hie … |
69 | AF 11.27 | Why, then, by this reconing you … | p. 138 |
SP 1.4.83 | Why, then, by this reckoning, a … |
70 | AF 11.28–9 |
I, but you had not best to meddle with that moon | p. 143 M55 |
SP 2.2.51 | Where you had not best go to him. |
71 | AF 12.54 | In following so slight a taske as this | p. 138 |
SP 1.5.28 | May soon be levied for so slight a taske |
72 | AF 12.68 | wele meete him on the way. | p. 139 |
AF 13.60 | My wife may hapely mete me on the way. | ||
AF 13.91–4 | came lovingly to mete thee on thy way… Thou drewst thy sword, inraged with Jelousy, And hurte thy freende whose thoughts were free from harme |
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AF 13.131–2 | All for a woorthles kisse. For that I injurde thee, And wrongd my frend, shame scourgeth my offence. |
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AF 13.139–40 | I, after he had revyled him By the injuryous name of perjurde beast. |
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SP 2.2.19ff | Then Ferdinando met us on the way, And revil’d my master, saying he stole the chaine With that they drew, and there F. had the prickado… My heart had arm’d my tongue with injury. To wrong my friend whose thoughts were ever true … And in this bosome there power foorth my soule, For satisfaction of my trespasse past, |
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SP 1.5.93 | that for a worthlesse cause. |
73 | AF 13.8 | make no battry in his flintye breast. | p. 129 |
Sp.T 1.3.57 | My hart growne hard gainst mischiefs battery. |
74 | AF 13.29 | Nay, then, Ile tempt thee, Arden, doo thy worst | p. 126 |
Sp.T 3.3.48 | And doe your worst, for I defie you all. |
75 | AF 13.39 | Fy, bitter knave, brydle thine envious tongue. | p. 138 M61 |
SP 1.5.104 | Bridle the fond intemperance of thy tongue. |
76 | AF 13.78 | Injurious strumpet, and thou ribald knave. | p. 127 |
Sp.T 3.4.28 | Injurious villaine, murderer of his freend. | ||
Sp.T 3.1.57 | Injurious traytour, monstrous homicide |
77 | AF 13.88 | Ah, Arden, what folly blinded thee? | p. 138 M64 |
SP 1.5.97 | If wilful folly did not blind mine eyes. |
78 | AF 13.105 | To lincke in lyking with a frantick man. | p. 138 M66 |
SP 9.2.70 | And is she linkt in liking with my foe? |
79 | AF 13.152 | He whome the divel drives must go perforce. | p. 128 M68 |
Sp.T 3.12.82 | Needes must he goe that the divels drive. |
80 | AF 14.19–20 | I and my companye have taken… | p. 129 |
Sp.T 3.10.28 | And with extreames abuse my companye. |
81 | AF 14.91–2 | Wil you two performe The complot that I have laid? |
p. 128 |
Sp.T 3.4.40 | I lay the plot, he prosecutes the point; I set the trap, he … |
82 | AF 14.126 | Instead of faire wordes and large promises My hands shall play you golden harmonie. |
p. 125 M69 |
Sp.T 2.1.51–2 | Now to these favours will I adde reward, Not with faire words, but store of golden coyne. |
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SP 4.1.62–4 | First, thanks to heaven; and next to Brusor’s valour, Which ile not guerdon with large promises, But straight reward thee with a bounteous largesse |
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Sp.T 2.1.72 | Yet speake the truth and I will guerdon thee. | ||
SP 2.2.38 | Not with slowe sailes but with loves goulden wings, |
83 | AF 14.136–8 | Tush, you are too faint harted; we must do it But Mosbie will be there, whose very lookes Will ad unwonted courage to my thought. |
p. 138 |
SP 1.2.52 | And when long combat makes my body faint, The sight of this shall shew Persedas name. |
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Leir 5.10.38 | And add fresh courage to my fainting limmes. |
84 | AF 14.174 | Therefore I thought it good to make you frends. | p. 120 |
AF 14.199 | fetch me a cup of Wine, Ile make them freends. | ||
Sp.T 2.13.12 | I know no better meanes to make us freends. |
85 | AF 14.175 | But wherefore do you bring him hether now? | p. 127 |
AF 14.325 | But wherefore should he come? Heere is nought but feare | ||
AF 14.389 | But wherfore stay you? finde out the murtherers. | ||
AF 16.19 | But wherefore stay we? Come and beare me hence. | ||
Sp.T 1.3.8 | But wherefore sit I in a Regall throne? | ||
Sp.T 2.1.11 | But wherefore blot I Belimperia’s name? | ||
Sp.T 3.7.67 | But wherefore waste I mine unfruitfull words? | ||
Sp.T 3.6.100 | But wherefore stay you? have you hope of life? | ||
SP 1.6.37 | But wherefore stay we? Let the sequele prove — | p. 135 | |
SP 3.6.19 | Wherefore stay we? thers more behind. |
86 | AF 14.214–15 | Yet, Arden, I protest to thee by heaven, Thou nere shalt see me more after this night. |
p. 138 M71 |
SP 5.2.25ff | Why then to thee, or unto anyone else, I heere protest by heavens unto you all That never was there … |
87 | AF 14.249 | We have our gould; mistres Ales, adew | p. 125 |
AF 14.139 | And make me the first that shall adventure on him. | ||
AF 15.11 | I have the gould; what care I though it be knowne. | ||
Sp.T 3.3.5–6 | Heere is the golde; this is the golde proposde; It is no dreame that I adventure for. |
88 | AF 14.249–50 | We have our gould; mistres Ales, adew Mosbie, farewell, and Michaell, farewell too. |
p. 126 |
Sp.T 1.2.132–3 | Welcome Don Balthazar; welcome Nephew. And thou Horatio, thou art welcome too. |
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SP 4.1.203 | Farewell, Erastus: Perseda, farewell to. | p. 135 |
89 | AF 14.272–3 | what ayle you weepe? — Because her husband is abroad so late. |
p. 125 |
AF 14.303 | My husbands being foorth torments my minde. | ||
Sp.T 2.5.34 | My husbands absence makes my heart to throb. | ||
Sp.T 3.3.40 | Why? because he walkt abroad so late. |
90 | AF 14.301–2 | What aile you, woman, to cry so suddenly? — Ah neighbours, a sudden qualm came o’er my heart. |
p. 136 M72 |
SP 2.1.49–50 | What ailes you, madam, that your colour changes? — A suddaine qualme; I therefore take my leave. |
91 | AF 14.328–32 | — See, Susan, where thy quandam Maister lyes, Sweete Arden, smeard in bloode and filthy gore. — My brother, you, and I shall rue this deede. — Come, Susan, help to lift his body forth, And let our salt teares be his obsequies. |
p. 140 M73 |
SP 5.4.3ff | — Ah, Brusor, see where thy Lucina lyes, Butcherd dispightfullie without the walles. — Unkind Perseda, couldst thou use her so? … Go, Brusor, heave her to thy private tent, Where we at leasure will lament her death, And with our teares bewaile her obsequies. |
M74 | |
SP 5.4.94 | Come, Brusor, helpe to lift her bodie up. | ||
cf. Sp.T 1.4.35–6 | And welding him unto my private tent, There laid him downe, and dewd him with my teares. |
92 | AF 14.408 | I loved him more then all the world beside. | p. 128 M77 |
Sp.T 2.6.6 | Because she lov’d me more then all the world. | p. 136 | |
SP 2.1.284 | Dearer to me then all the world besides. |
93 | AF 16.2 | Confesse this foule fault and be penitent. | p. 126 M78 |
Sp.T 3.6.26 | Confesse thy folly, and repent thy fault. |
94 | AF 16.2 | this foule fault | p. 129 |
AF 18.25 | this foule deede | ||
Sp.T 3.1.92 | so foule a deed. | ||
Sp.T 3.6.96 | a fault so foule |
95 | AF 18.36 | Seing no hope on earth, in heaven is my hope. | p. 126 |
Sp.T 3.1.35ff | Tis heaven is my hope As for the earth, it is too much infect To yield me hope of any of her mould. |
(32) | SP 2.1.131 | Ah, false Erastus, how had I misdoone, That thou shouldest pawne my true affections pledge. |
p. 135 |