The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 3 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 T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 506 words
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Warman, thou art a fool. I do confess, Were these good deeds done in sincerity, Pity of mind, thine or this knight's distress, Without vain brags, it were true charity: But to relieve our fainting bodies wants, And grieve our souls with quips, and bitter braids, Is good turns overturned: no thanks we owe To any, whatsoever helps us so. Neither himself, nor any that he keeps, Ever upbraided me, since I came last. O God have mercy on thee, silly ass. Doth he not say to every guest that comes; This same is Warman, that was once my steward? And what of that? Is't not as much to say; Why, here he stands that once did me betray. Did he not bring a troup to grace himself, Like Captives waiting on a conquerors chair, And calling of them out, by one and one, Presented them, like fairings, to the king? O, I: there was a rare invention: A plague upon the fool. I hate him worse for that than all the rest. Why should you hate him? why should you or you Envy this noble Lord, thus as you do? Nay rather, why dost thou not join in hate With us, that lately livedst like us, in wealthy state? Remember this, remember foolish man, How thou hast been the Shrieve of Nottingham. Cry to thy thoughts, let this thought never cease, I have been justice of my sovereign's peace, Lord of fair livings: men with cap and knee, In liveries waited hourly on me. And when thou thinkst, thou hast been such & such, Think then what 'tis to be a mate to Much, To run when Robin bids, come at his call, Be mistress Marian's man. Nay think withal What shall I think? but think upon my need, When men fed dogs, and me they would not feed: When I despaired through want, and sought to die, My piteous master, of his charity, Forgave my fault, relieved and saved me: This do I think upon, and you should think (If you had hope of soul's salvation) First Prior, that he is of thy flesh and blood, That thou art uncle unto Robin Hood: That by extortion thou didst get his lands: God, and I know how it came to thy hands: Now thou pursuedst him in his misery, And how heaven plagued thy heart's extremity: Think Doncaster, when, hired by this Prior, Thou cam'st to take my master with the Friar, And wert thyself ta'en, how he set thee free, Gave thee an hundred pound to comfort thee, And both bethink ye how but yesterday, Wounded and naked in the field you lay, How with his own hand he did raise your heads, poured balm into your wounds, your bodies fed, Watched when ye slept, wept when he saw your woe, Stay Warman, stay: I grant that he did so, And you, turned honest, have forsworn the villain? even from my soul, I villainy defy. A blessed hour: a fit time now to die:
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Warman, thou art a foole. I doe confesse, Were these good deedes done in sinceritie, Pittie of minde, thine or this knights distresse, Without vaine brags, it were true charitie: But to relieue our fainting bodies wants, And grieue our soules with quippes, and bitter braids, Is good turnes ouerturnd: no thanks wee owe To any, whatsoeuer helps vs so. Neither himselfe, nor any that hee keepes, Euer vpbraided mee, since I came last. O God haue mercie on thee, silly asse. Doth he not say to euery guest that comes; This same is Warman, that was once my steward? And what of that? Ist not as much to say; Why, here he stands that once did mee betray. Did hee not bring a troope to grace himselfe, Like Captiues waiting on a conquerours chaire, And calling of them out, by one and one, Presented them, like fairings, to the king? O, I: there was a rare inuention: A plague vpon the foole. I hate him worse for that than all the rest. Why should you hate him? why should you or you Enuie this noble Lord, thus as you doe? Nay rather, why dost thou not ioyne in hate With vs, that lately liu'dst like vs, in wealthy state? Remember this, remember foolish man, How thou hast bene the Shrieue of Notingham. Cry to thy thoughts, let this thought neuer cease, I haue bene Iustice of my Soueraignes peace, Lord of faire liuings: men with cap and knee, In liueries waited howerly on mee. And when thou thinkst, thou hast bene such & such, Thinke then what tis to be a mate to Much, To runne when Robin bids, come at his call, Be mistresse Marians man. Nay thinke withall What shall I thinke? but thinke vpon my need, When men fed dogs, and me they would not feede: When I despaird through want, and sought to die, My pitious master, of his charitie, Forgaue my fault, relieu'd and saued mee: This doe I thinke vpon, and you should thinke (If you had hope of soules saluation) First Prior, that he is of thy flesh and bloode, That thou art vnkle vnto Robin Hoode: That by extortion thou didst get his lands: God, and I know how it came to thy hands: Now thou pursu'dst him in his misery, And how heauen plagu'd thy hearts extreamitie: Thinke Doncaster, when, hired by this Prior, Thou cam'st to take my master with the Frier, And wert thy selfe tane, how he set thee free, Gaue thee an hundred pound to comfort thee, And both bethinke yee how but yesterday, Wounded and naked in the fielde you lay, How with his owne hand he did raise your heads, Powrd balme into your wounds, your bodies fed, Watcht when yee slept, wept when he sawe your woe, Stay Warman, stay: I graunt that he did so, And you, turnd honest, haue forsworne the villaine? Euen from my soule, I villany defie. A blessed hower: a fit time now to die: