The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 7 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 T15 Friars and holy orders in plot typicality 0.89 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
There's more than twenty marks, mad Friar. If thus you pay the Clarke his hire, Oft may you forfeit, I desire. You are a perfect penitent, And well you do your wrong repent: For this your highness liberal gift, I here absolve you without shrift. Gramercies Friar. Now Robin Hood, Sith Robin Hood it needs must be, I was about to ask before, If thou didst see the great Stags fall. I did my Lord, I saw it all. But missing this same prating Friar, And hearing you so much desire To have the lozel's company, I went to seek Small honesty. But you found much, when you found me. ay, Much my man: but not a jot Of honesty in thee, God wot. Robin, you do abuse the Friar. Madam, I dare not call him liar, He may be bold with me, he knows. How now Prince Iohn, how goes, how goes This woodman's life with you today? My fellow Wodnet you would be. I am thy fellow, thou dost see: And to be plain, as God me save, So well I like thee, merry knave, That I thy company must have: Nay, and I will. Nay, and you shall. My Lord, you need not fear at all, But you shall have his company, He will be bold I warrant you. Know you where ere a spring is nigh? fain would I drink, I am right dry. I have a drink within my bower, Of pleasing taste, and sovereign power: My reverend uncle gives it me, To give unto your Majesty. I would be loath indeed, being in heat, To drink cold water. Let us to thy bower. Run friar before, & bid my uncle be in readiness. Gone with a trice, on such good business. What Much? What Iinny? Much? I say. What's the matter mistress? I pray thee see, the fueller Suffer the cook to want no wood. Good Lord, where is this idle girl? Why Iinny? Within. I come forsooth. I pray thee bring the flowers forth. I'll go send her mistress, and help the cooks, if they have any need. Dispatch good Much. What Iin I say? Hie ye, hie ye: she calls for life. Indeed, indeed, you do me wrong, To let me cry, and call so long. Forsooth, I strawed the dining bowers. And smoothed the walks with herbs & flowers, The yeomen's tables I have spread, Dressed salts, laid trenchers, set on bread: Nay all is well, I warrant you. You are not well I promise you, Your foresleeves are not pinned (fie, fie) And all your headgear stands awry. Give me the flowers: Go in for shame, And quickly see you mend the same. How busy mistress Marian is? She thinks this is her day of bliss. But it shall be the woefull'st day That ever chanced her, if I may.
seed 43: T19 · seed 44: T20 — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Theres more than twenty marks, mad Frier. If thus you pay y• Clarke his hire, Oft may you forfet, I desire. You are a perfect penitent, And well you doe your wrong repent: For this your Highnesse liberall gift, I here absolue you without shrift. Gramercies Frier. Now Robin Hood, Sith Robin Hood it needes must bee, I was about to aske before, If thou didst see the great Stags fall. I did my Lord, I sawe it all. But missing this same prating Frier, And hearing you so much desire To haue the lozels companie, I went to seeke Small honestie. But you found much, when you found mee. I, Much my man: but not a iot Of honestie in thee, God wot. Robin, you doe abuse the Frier. Madam, I dare not call him lyer, He may be bold with mee, he knowes. How now Prince Iohn, how goes, how goes This wod-mans life with you to day? My fellow Wodnet you would bee. I am thy fellowe, thou dost see: And to be plaine, as God me saue, So well I like thee, merry knaue, That I thy company must haue: Nay, and I will. Nay, and you shall. My Lord, you neede not feare at all, But you shall haue his company, He will be bold I warrant you. Know you where ere a spring is nie? Faine would I drink, I am right dry. I haue a drinke within my bower, Of pleasing taste, and soueraigne power: My reuerend vncle giues it mee, To giue vnto your Maiestie. I would be loath indeede, being in heate, To drinke cold water. Let vs to thy bower. Runne Frier before, & bid my vnkle be in readines. Gon wt a trice, on such good vnsinesse. What Much? What Iinny? Much? I say. Whats the matter mistresse? I pray thee see, the fueller Suffer the cooke to want no wodde. Good Lord, where is this idle girle? Why Iinny? Within. I come forsooth. I pray thee bring the flowers forth. Ile goe send her mistres, and help the cookes, if they haue any neede. Dispatch good Much. What Iin I say? Hie yee, hie yee: she cals for life. Indeede, indeede, you doe me wrong, To let me cry, and call so long. Forsooth, I strawed the dining bowers. And smoth'd the walkes with hearbes & flowers, The yeomens tables I haue spred, Drest salts, laid trenchers, set on bread: Nay all is well, I warrant you. You are not well I promise you, Your foresleeues are not pind (fie, fie) And all your hed-geere stands awry. Giue me the flowers: Goe in for shame, And quickly see you mend the same. How busie mistresse Marian is? She thinkes this is her day of blisse. But it shall be the wofull'st day That euer chaunst her, if I may.