The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 5 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 T27 Uncles, nephews and cousins: kinship and · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T27: uncle, niece, nephew, gentlemen, faith, cousin, wife, house, gentleman, money.
Uncle I thank you, pray you let me have A cup prepared, 'gainst the king comes in, To cool his heat: myself will give it him. And when he drinks, be bold to say he drinks A richer draft than that dissolved pearl, Which Cleopatra drank to Antonie. I have much business; let it be your charge, To make this rich draft ready for the King, And I will quit it, pray ye do not fail. I warrant you, good Nephew. Better, and better still. We thought before but to have poisoned him, And now shall Robin Hood destroy the king. even when the King, the Queen, the Prince, the Lords joy in his virtues, this supposed vice Will turn, to sharp hate, their exceeding love. Ha, ha, ha, I cannot choose but laugh, To see my cousin cozened in this sort. Fail him quoth you? nay hang me if I do. But Doncaster art sure the poisons are well mixed? Iut, tut, let me alone for poysoning: I have already turned over four, or five, That angered me. But tell me Prior, Wherefore so deadly dost thou hate thy cousin? Shall I be plain? Because if he were dead, I should be made the Earl of Huntington. A pretty cause: But thou a churchman art. Cut man, if that would fall, I'll have a dispensation, and turn temporal. But tell me Doncaster, why dost thou hate him? By the Mass, I cannot tell. O yes, now I ha''t. I hate thy cousin, Earl of Huntington, Because so many love him as there do, And I myself am loved of so few. Nay, I have other reasons for my hate; He is a fool, and will be reconciled, To any foe he hath: he is too mild, Too honest for this world, fitter for heaven: He will not kill these greedy cormorants, Nor strip base peasants of the wealth they have: He does abuse a thieves name and an outlaws, And is indeed no outlaw, nor no thief, He is unworthy of such reverent names. Besides, he keeps a paltry whinling girl, And will not bed, forsooth, before he bride: I'll stand to't, he abuses maidenhead, That will not take it, being offered: Hinders the common wealth of able men. Another thing I hate him for again: He says his prayers, fasts eves, gives alms, does good: For these and such like crimes, swears Doncaster, To work the speedy death of Robin Hood. Well said i'faith. Hark, hark, the king returns: To do this deed, my heart like fuel burns. Gramercy Friar for thy glee, Thou greatly hast contented me, What with thy sporting and thy game, I swear I highly pleased am. It was my master's whole desire That maiden, yeoman, swain and friar Their arts and wits should all apply, For pleasure of your Majesty. Some Richard, look I pray you on the ring, That was about the neck of the last stag.
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Unkle I thanke you, pray you let me haue A cuppe prepared, gainst the king comes in, To coole his heate: my selfe will giue it him. And when he drinkes, be bold to say he drinkes A richer draught than that dissolued pearle, Which Cleopatra dranke to Antonie. I haue much businesse; let it be your charge, To make this rich draught readie for the King, And I will quit it, pray yee doe not faile. I warrant you, good Nephew. Better, and better still. We thought before but to haue poysond him, And now shall Robin Hoode destroy the king. Euen when the King, y• Queene, the Prince, the Lords Ioy in his vertues, this supposed vice Will turne, to sharpe hate, their exceeding loue. Ha, ha, ha, I cannot chuse but laugh, To see my cosin cosend in this sort. Faile him quoth you? nay hang mee if I doe. But Doncaster art sure the poysons are well mixt? Iut, tut, let me alone for poysoning: I haue alreadie turnd ore foure, or fiue, That angerd mee. But tell mee Prior, Wherefore so deadly dost thou hate thy cosin? Shall I be plaine? Because if he were deade, I should be made the Earle of Huntington. A prettie cause: But thou a church-man art. Cut man, if that would fall, Ile haue a dispensation, and turne temporall. But tell mee Doncaster, why dost thou hate him? By the Masse, I cannot tel. O yes, now I ha't▪ I hate thy cousin, Earle of Huntington, Because so many loue him as there doe, And I my selfe am loued of so fewe. Nay, I haue other reasons for my hate; Hee is a foole, and will be reconcilde, To anie foe hee hath: he is too milde, Too honest for this world, fitter for heauen: Hee will not kill these greedie cormorants, Nor strippe base pesants of the wealth they haue: He does abuse a thieues name and an outlawes, And is indeede no outlawe, nor no theefe, He is vnworthy of such reuerent names. Besides, he keepes a paltry whinling girle, And will not bed, forsooth, before he bride: Ile stand toot, he abuses maidenhead, That will not take it, being offered: Hinders the common wealth of able men. Another thing I hate him for againe: He saies his praiers, fasts eues, giues alms, does good: For these and such like crimes, sweares Doncaster, To worke the speedie death of Robin Hoode. Well said yfaith. Harke, hark, the king returns: To doe this deede, my heart like fuel burns. Gramercy Frier for thy glee, Thou greatly hast contented mee, What with thy sporting and thy game, I sweare I highly pleased am. It was my masters whole desire That maiden, yeoman, swaine and frier Their arts and wits should all apply, For pleasure of your Maiestie. Some Richard, looke I pray you on the ring, That was about the necke of the last stagge.