The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 6 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 T32 Rings and jewels as tokens typicality 0.73 · 495 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T32: ring, ti, gave, finger, jewel, lady, lord, love, invisible, away.
Was his name Scarlet, that shot off his neck? Chester, it was this honest fellow Scarlet: This is the fellow, and a yeoman bold, As ever coursed the swift Heart on the mould. friar, here's somewhat graved upon the Ring, I pray thee read it. meanwhile list to me; This while, most compassing the Friar about the Ring. Scarlet and Scathlock, you bold brethren, twelve pence a day I give each for his fee, And hence forth see ye live like honest men. We will my Liege, else-let us die the death. A boon, a boon, upon my knee, Good king Richard, I beg of thee. For indeed sir, the troth is, Much is my father, and he is one of your tenants in king's Mill at Wakefield all on a green: O there dwelleth a jolly pinner, at Wakefield all on a green: Now I would have you, if you will do so much for me, to set me forward in the way of marriage to Iinny: the mill would not be cast away upon us. Much, be thou ever master of that mill, I give it thee for thine inheritance. Thanks precious Prince of courtesy. I'll to Inny, and tell her of my lands i'faith. Here friar, here, here it begins, When Harold Harefoot reigned king, About my neck he put this ring. In Harold's time, more than a hundred year, Hath this ring been about this new slain deer! I am sorry now it dyde: but let the same Head, ring and all be sent to Nottingham, And in the Castle kept for monuments. My Liege, I heard an old tale long ago, That Harold being Goodwins son of Kent, When he had got fair England's government, Hunted for pleasure once within this wood, And singled out a fair and stately Stag, Which foot to foot, the king in running caught: And sure this was the Stag. It was no doubt. But some my Lord affirm, That Iulius Caesar many years before, Took such a Stag, and such a Poesy writ. It should not be in Iulius Caesar's time: There was no English used in this Land, Until the Saxons came, and this is writ In Saxon characters. Well, 'twas a goodly beast. How now earl Robert? A forfeit, a forfeit, my liege Lord. My master's laws are on record, The Court-roll here your Grace may see. I pray thee Friar, read them me. One shall suffice, and this is he. No man that cometh in this wood, To feast, or dwell with Robin Hood, Shall call him Earl, Lord, Knight, or Squire, He no such titles doth desire, But Robin Hood, plain Robin Hood, That honest yeoman stout and good, O paine of forfetting a marke, That must be paid to me his clerk. My liege, my liege, this law you broke, Almost in the last word you spoke. That crime may not acquitted be, Till friar Tuck receive his fee.
nodes 305–364 (positions in the processed text, not lines of the printed book) · chunk 6 of 44 in this edition
Length
495 words · 670 tokens
Topic (seed 42)
T32 — Rings and jewels as tokenscross-work theme (confirmed, in the genre comparison) · typicality 0.732 (cosine to the topic centroid)
Other seeds
seed 43: T33 · seed 44: T32 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Was his name Scarlet, that shot off his necke? Chester, it was this honest fellow Scarlet: This is the fellowe, and a yeoman bold, As euer courst the swift Hart on the molde. Frier, heres somewhat grau'd vpon the Ring, I pray thee reade it. Meane while list to mee; This while, most compassing the Frier about the Ring. Scarlet ad Scathlock, you bold bretheren, Twelue pence a day I giue each for his fee, And hence forth see yee liue like honest men. We will my Liege, else-let vs dye the death. A boone, a boone, vpon my knee, Good king Richard, I begge of thee. For indeede sir, the troth is, Much is my father, and hee is one of your tenants in Kings Mill at Wakefield all on a greene: O there dwelleth a iolly pinder, at Wakefield all on a greene: Now I would haue you, if you wil doe so much for mee, to set mee forward in the way of marriage to Iinny: the mill would not be cast away vpon vs. Much, be thou euer master of that mill, I giue it thee for thine in heritance. Thanks pretious Prince of curtesie. Ile to Inny, and tell her of my lands yfaith. Here Frier, here, here it begins, When Harold hare-foote raigned king, About my necke he put this ring. In Harolds time, more than a hundred yeare, Hath this ring bene about this newe slaine Deere! I am sory now it dyde: but let the same Head, ring and all be sent to Notingham, And in the Castle kept for monuments. My Liege, I heard an olde tale long agoe, That Harold being Goodwins sonne of Kent, When he had got faire Englands gouernment, Hunted for pleasure once within this wood, And singled out a faire and stately Stagge, Which foote to foote, the king in running caught: And sure this was the Stagge. It was no doubt. But some my Lord affirme, That Iulius Caesar many yeares before, Tooke such a Stag, and such a Poesie writ. It should not be in Iulius Caesars time: There was no English vsed in this Land, Untill the Saxons came, and this is writ In Saxon characters. Well, 'twas a goodly beast. How now earle Robert? A forfet, a forfet, my liege Lord. My masters lawes are on record, The Court-roll here your Grace may see. I pray thee Frier, read them mee. One shall suffice, and this is hee. No man that commeth in this wod, To feast, or dwell with Robin Hood, Shall call him Earle, Lord, Knight, or Squire, He no such titles doth desire, But Robin Hood, plaine Robin Hoode, That honest yeoman stout and good, O paine of forfetting a marke, That must be paid to mee his Clarke. My liege, my liege, this lawe you broke, Almost in the last word you spoke. That crime may not acquited bee, Till Frier Tuck receiue his fee.