The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 1 of 44
Munday, Anthony / Chettle, Henry · published 1601 · first performed or written 1598 [Feb 20-Mar 8, payment] (Annals) tragedy · Admiral's (Nottingham's) Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 491 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
HOlla, holla, holla— follow, follow, follow. Like noise within. Now benedicite, what foul absurdity, folly & foolery had like to followed me! I & my mates, like addle pates, inviting great States, to see our last play, are hunting the hay, with ho, that way, the goodly Heart ran, with follow little Iohn, Much play the man; and I, like a sot, have wholly forgot the course of our plot: but crossbow lie down, come on friars gown, hood cover my crown, and with a low beck, prevent a sharp check. Blithe sit ye all, and wink at our rude cry, Mind where we left, in Sheerewod merrily, The king, his train, Robin, his yeomen tall Gone to the wood to see the fat dear fall: we left maid Marian busy in the bower, And pretty linny looking, every hour, For their returning from the hunting game, And therefore seek to set each thing in frame. Warman all woeful for his sin we left. Sir Doncaster, whose villainies and theft, You never heard of, but too soon ye shall, Hurt with the Prior; shame them both befall, They two will make our mirth be short and small. But least I bring ye sorrow ere the time, Pardon I beg of your well judging eyen, And take in part bad prologue, and rude play: The hunters holloo, Tucke must needs away. Therefore down weed, bow do the deed, to make the Stag bleed, and if my hand speed, heigh for a cry, with a throat strained high, & a loud yell, at the beasts fall. Where is our mother? Mounted in a stand. Six fallow dear have died by her hand. Three Stags I slew. Two Bucks by me fell down. As many died by me. But I had three. Scathlock, where's Much When last I saw him, may it please your Grace, He and the Friar footed it apace. Scathlock, no Grace, your fellow & plain Iohn. I warrant you, Much will be here anon. Thinkst thou little John, that he must Iinny wed's No doubt he must. Then to adorn his head, we shall have horns good store. God, for thy grace, How could I miss the Stag I had in chase! Twice did I hit him in the very neck, When back my arrows flew, as they had smit On some sure armour. Where is Robin Hood, And the wight Scarlet? Seek them little Iohn, I'll have that Stag before I dine today. O the friar, the friar, the friar. Why, how now Much? Cry ye mercy, master king. Marry this is the matter; Scarlet is following the Stag you hit, and has almost lodged him: now the Friar has the best bow, but yours, in all the field: which and Scarlet had, he would have him straight. Where is thy master? Nay, I cannot tell, nor the Friar neither. I hear them holloo, far off in the wood.
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HOlla, holla, hollafollow, follow, followe. Like noyse within. Now benedicite, what fowle absurditie, follie & foolerie had like to followed mee! I & my mates, like addle pates, inuiting great States, to see our last play, are hunting the hay, with ho, that way, the goodly Heart ranne, with followe little Iohn, Much play the man; and I, like a sot, haue wholly forgot the course of our plot: but crosse-bowe lye downe, come on Friers gowne, hoode couer my crowne, and with a lowe becke, preuent a sharpe checke. Blithe sit yee all, and winke at our rude cry, Minde where wee left, in Sheerewod merrily, The king, his traine, Robin, his yeomen tall Gone to the wodde to see the fat deare fall▪ Wee left maid Marian busie in the bower, And prettie liny looking, euery hower, For their returning from the hunting game, And therefore seeke to set each thing in frame▪ Warman all wofull for his sinne we left. Sir Doncaster, whose villanies and theft, You neuer heard of, but too soone yee shall, Hurt with the Prior; shame them both befall, They two will make our mirth be short and small. But least I bring yee sorrowe ere the time, Pardon I beg of your well iudging eyne, And take in part bad prologue, and rude play: The hunters holloo, Tucke must needes away. Therefore downe weede, bowe doe the deede, to make the Stagge bleede, and if my hand speede, hey for a cry, wt a throate strained hie, & a lowde yall, at the beasts fall. Where is our mother? Mounted in a stand. Six fallowe deere haue dyed by her hand. Three Stags I slewe. Two Bucks by me fell downe. As many dyed by mee. But I had three. Scathlocke, wheres Much When last I saw him, may it please your Grace, He and the Frierfooted it apace. Scathlocke, no Grace, your fellowe & plaine Iohn. I warrant you, Much will be here anone. Think thou little Ion, that he must Iinny wed' No doubt e must. Then to adorne he had, we shall haue hornes good slore. God, for thy grace, How could I misse the Stagge I had in chase! Twice did I hit him in the very necke, When backe my arrowes flewe, as they had smit On some sure armour. Where is Robin Hood, And y• wighte Scarlet? Seeke them little Iohn, Ile haue that Stagge before I dine to day. O the frier, the frier, the frier. Why, how now Much? Cry ye mercy, master king. Marry this is the matter; Scarlet is following the Stagge you hit, and has almost lodg'd him: now the Frier has the best bowe, but yours, in all the field: which and Scarlet had, he would haue him straight. Where is thy master? Nay, I cannot tell, nor the Frier neither. I heare them holloo, farre off in the wod.