The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 8 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 0.87 · 483 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Why are you two thus in the air? Your wounds are green, Good cuz have care. Thanks for your kindness, gentle maid. My cousin Robert us hath prayed, To help him in this business. Sir Doncaster, sir Doncaster? Holla. I pray you, did you see the Prior? Why, here I am. What wouldst thou Friar. The king is heated in the chase, And posteth hitherward apace. He told my master he was dry, And he desires ye, presently To send the drink whereof ye spoke. horns blow. Come, it is here; haste let us make Most gracious Sovereign, welcome once again: Welcome to you, and all your princely train. Thanks lovely hostess: we are homely guests. Where's Robin Hood? He promised me some drink. Your hand maid. Robin will not then be long. The Friar indeed came running to his uncle, Who with sir Doncaster were here with me, And altogether went for such a drink. Well, in a better time it could not come, For I am very hot and passing dry. Traitor, I'll draw thee out before the king. Come murderous Prior. Come ye dogs face. Why how now Robin? where's the drink you bring? Lay hold on these. Far be it, I should bring your Majesty, The drink these two prepared for your taste. Why Robin Hood, be brief and answer me: I am amazed at thy troubled looks. Long will not my ill looks amaze your Grace. I shortly look never to look again. Never to look? What will it still be night? If thou look never, day can never be. What ails my Robin? Wherefore dost thou faint? Because I cannot stand: yet now I can. Thanks to my king, and thanks to Marian. Robin be brief, and tell us what hath chanced? I must be brief, for I am sure of death, Before a long tale can be half way told. Of death, my son: bright sun of all my joy? Death cannot have the power of virtuous life. Not of the virtues, but the life it can. What dost thou speak of death? how shouldst thou die? By poison, and the prior's treachery. Why, take this sovereign powder at my hands, Take it and live in spite of poisons power. ay, set him forward Powders quoth ye! nah, I am a fool then, if a little dust, The shaving of a horn, a Bezars stone, Or any Antidote have power to stay The execution of my hearts resolve. Tut, tut, you labour lovely Queen, in vain, And on a thankless groom your toil bestow. Now hath your foe revenged you of your foe: Robin shall die, if all the world said no. How the Wolf howls! Fly like a tender Rid Into thy shepherds bosom. Shield me love. Canst thou not Robin? Where shall I be hid? O God, these Ravens will seize upon thy Dove.
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Why are you two thus in the ayre? Your wounds are greene, Good cuz haue care. Thanks for your kindnesse, gentle maid. My cosin Robert vs hath praid, To helpe him in this businesse. Sir Doncaster, sir Doncaster? Holla. I pray you, did you see the Prior? Why, here I am. What wouldst thou Frier. The king is heated in the chace, And posteth hitherward apace. He told my master he was dry, And hee desires ye, presently To send the drinke whereof ye spake. Hornes blowe. Come, it is here; haste let vs make Most gratious Soueraigne, welcome once againe: Welcome to you, and all your princely traine. Thanks louely hostesse: we are homely guests. Wheres Robin Hood? He promised me some drinke. Your hand maid. Robin will not then be long. The Frier indeede came running to his vnkle, Who with sir Doncaster were here with mee, And altogether went for such a drinke. Well, in a better time it could not come, For I am very hot and passing dry. Traitor, Ile draw thee out before the king. Come murderous Prior. Come yee dogges face. Why how now Robin? wheres y• drink you bring? Lay holde on these. Farre be it, I should bring your Maiestie, The drinke these two prepared for your taste. Why Robin Hoode, be briefe and answere mee: I am amazed at thy troubled lookes. Long will not my ill lookes amaze your Grace. I shortly looke neuer to looke againe. Neuer to looke? What will it still be night? If thou looke neuer, day can neuer be. What ailes my Robin? Wherfore dost thou faint? Because I cannot stand: yet now I can. Thans to my king, and thanks to Marian. Robin be briefe, and tell vs what hath chanst? I must be briefe, for I am sure of death, Before a long tale can be halfe way tolde. Of death, my sonne: bright sunne of all my ioy? Death cannot haue the power of vertuous life. Not of the vertues, but the life it can. What dost thou speak of death? how shouldst thou die? By poison, and the Priors treachery. Why, take this soueraigne pouder at my hāds, Take it and liue in spite of poysons power. I, set him forward Powders quoth ye! nah, I am a foole then, if a little dust, The shauing of a horne, a Bezars stone, Or any Antidote haue power to stay The execution of my hearts resolue. Tut, tut, you labour louely Qneene, in vaine, And on a thanklesse groome your toyle bestowe. Now hath your foe reueng'd you of your foe: Robin shall die, if all the world sayd no. How the Wolfe howles! Fly like a tender Rid Into thy sheepeheards bosome. Shield mee loue. Canst thou not Robin? Where shall I be hid? O God, these Rauens will seaze vpon thy Doue.