The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 2 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 496 words
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Come Much, canst lead us where as Scarlet is? Never fear you; follow me, You were resolved to have him poisoned, Or killed, or made away, you cared not how. What devil makes you doubtful now to do't? Why Doncaster? his kindness in our needs. A plague upon his kindness, let him die. I never tempered poison in my life, but I employed it. By th'mass and I lose this, For ever look to lose my company. But will you give it him? That cannot be. The Queen. earl Chester, and Earl Salisbury, If they once see me, I am a dead man: Or did they hear my name, I'll lay my life, They all would hunt me, for my life. What hast thou done to them? Faith, some odd toys, That made me fly the south: but pass we them: Here is the poison: will you give it Robin? Now by this gold I will. Or as I said, for ever I defy your company. Well, he shall die, and in his jollity: And in my head I have a policy To make him die disgraced. O tell it Prior. I will, but not as now: Call the Friar within. we'll seek a place, the woods have many ears, And some methinks are calling for the Friar. The Friar, the Friar? Why, where's this Friar? Here sir. what is your desire? Why Friar, what a murrain dost thou mean? The King calls for thee. For, a mighty stag, (That hath a copper ring about his neck, With letters on it, which he would have read) Hath Scarlet killed. I pray thee go thy way. Master I will, no longer will I stay. Good uncle be more careful of your health, And you sir Doncaster, your wounds are green. Through your great kindness, we are comforted. And Warman, I advise you to more mirth. Shun solitary walks, keep company, Forget your fault: I have forgiven the fault. Good Warman be more blithe, and at this time, A little help my Marian and her maid: shall come to you straight: a little now, We must all strive to do the best we may. On you and her I'll wait, until my dying day. Warman a word, My good Lord Prior and I Are full of grief, to see thy misery. My misery, sir Doncaster? why? I thank God, I never was in better state than now. Why, what a servile slavish mind hast thou? Art thou a man, and canst be such a beast, ass-like to bear the burden of thy wrong? What wrong have I? Is't wrong to be relieved? Relieved sayst thou? Why, shallow witted fool, Dost thou not see Robin's ambitious pride? And how he climes by pitying, and aspires, By humble looks, good deeds, and such fond toys, To be a monarch, reigning over us, As if we were the vassals to his will? I am his vassal, and I will be still.
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Come Much, canst lead vs where as Scarlet is? Neuer feare you; follow me, You were resolued to haue him poysoned, Or kild, or made away, you car'd not how. What diuell makes you doubtfull now to doo't? Why Doncaster? his kindnesse in our needes. Aplaue vpon his kindnesse, let him die. I neuer temperd poyson in my life, but I imployd it. By th'masse and I loose this, For euer looke to loose my company. But will you giue it him? That canot bee. The Queene. Earle Chester, and Earle Salsbury, If they once see mee, I am a deade man: Or did they heare my name, Ile lay my life, They all would hunt me, for my life. What hast thou done to them? Faith, some odde toyes, That made me fly the south: but passe wee them: Here is the poyson: will you giue it Robin? Now by this gold I will. Or as I said, for euer I defie your company. Well, he shall die, and in his iollity: And in my head I haue a policy To make him die disgrac't. O tell it Prior. I will, but not as now: Call the Frier within. Weele seeke a place, the wods haue many eares, And some me thinkes are calling for the Frier. The Frier, the Frier? Why, where's this Frier? Here sir. what is your desire? Why Frier, what a murren dost thou meane? The King cals for thee. For, a mightie stagge, (That hath a copper ring about his necke, With letters on it, which hee would haue read) Hath Scarlet kild. I pray thee goe thy way. Master I will, no longer will I stay. Good vnkle be more carefull of your health, And you sir Doncaster, your wounds are greene. Through your great kindnes, we are cōforted. And Warman, I aduise you to more mirth. Shun solitary walkes, keepe company, Forget your fault: I haue forgiuen the fault. Good Warman be more blithe, and at this time, A little helpe my Marian and her maide: shall come to you straight: a little now, We must al striue to doe the best we may. On you and her Ile waite, vntill my dying day. Warman a word, My good Lord Prior and I Are full of griefe, to see thy misery. My misery, sir Doncaster? why? I thanke God, I neuer was in better state than now. Why, what a seruile slauish minde hast thou? Art thou a man, and canst be such a beast, Asse-like to beare the burthen of thy wrong? What wrong haue I? Ist wrong to be relieu'd? Relieu'd saist thou? Why, shallow witted foole, Dost thou not see Robins ambitious pride? And how he clymes by pittying, and aspires, By humble lookes, good deedes, and such fond toyes, To be a monarch, raigning ouer vs, As if wee were the vassals to his will? I am his vassall, and I will be still.