The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 9 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 T13 Knights, squires and ladies typicality 0.78 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
They cannot hurt thee, pray thee do not fear, Base curs will couch, the Lion being near. How works my powder? Very well, fair Queen. Dost thou feel any ease? I shall, I trust, anon: Sleep falls upon mine eyes. O I must sleep, & they that love me, do not waken me. Sleep in my lap, and I will sing to thee. He should not sleep. I must, for I must die: While I live therefore let me have some rest. ay, let him rest, the poison urges sleep. When he awakes, there is no hope of life. Of life? now by the little time I have to live, He cannot live one hour for your lives. Villain what art thou? Why, I am a knight. Thou wert indeed. If it so please your Grace. I will describe my knowledge of this wretch. Do Chester. This Doncaster, for so the felon hight, Was, by the king your father, made a knight, And well in arms he did himself behave. Many a bitter storm, the wind of rage Blasted this Realm with, in those woeful days, When the unnatural fights continued, Between your kingly father and his sons. This cutthroat, knighted in that time of woe, Seized on a beauteous Nun, at Barkhamsted, As we were marching toward Winchester, After proud Lincoln was compelled to yield, He took this virgin straying in the field: For all the Nuns and every covent fled The dangers that attended on our troops. For those sad times too oft did testify, Wars rage hath no regard of piety. She humbly prayed him, for the love of heaven, To guide her to her fathers, two miles thence. He swore he would, and very well he might: For to the camp he was a Forager. Upon the way they came into a wood. Wherein, in brief, he stripped this tender maid: Whose lust, when she in vain had long withstood, Being by strength and torments overlaid, He did a sacrilegious deed of rape, And left her bathed in her own tears and blood. When she revived, she to her fathers got, And got her father to make just complaint, Unto your mother, being then in camp. Is this the villain Chester, that defiled Sir Eustace Stutvile's chaste and beauteous child? I Madam, this is he, That made a wench dance naked in a wood: And for she did deny what I desired, I scourged her for her pride, till her fair skin With stripes was chequered like a vintner's grate. And what was this? A mighty matter sure. I have a thousand more than she defiled, And cut the squeaking throats of some of them: I grieve I did not hers, Punish him Richard. A fairer virgin never saw the sun. A chaster maid was never sworn a Nun. How 'scaped the villain punishment, that time?
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They cannot hurt thee, pray thee doe not feare, Base curres will couch, the Lyon being neare. How workes my powder? Uery well, faire Qeene. Dost thou feele any ease? I shall, I trust, anone: Sleepe fals vpon mine eyes. O I must sleepe, & they that loue me, do not waken me. Sleepe in my lap, and I will sing to thee. He should not sleepe. I must, for I must die: While I liue therfore let me haue some rest. I, let him rest, the poyson vrges sleepe. When he awakes, there is no hope of life. Of life? now by the little time I haue to liue, He cannot liue one hower for your liues. Uillaine what art thou? Why, I am a knight. Thou wert indeede. If it so please your Grace. I will describe my knowledge of this wretch. Doe Chester. This Doncaster, for so the fellon hight, Was, by the king your father, made a knight, And well in armes he did himselfe behaue. Many a bitter storme, the winde of rage Blasted this Realme with, in those woful daies, When the vnnaturall fights continued, Betweene your kingly father and his sonnes. This cut-throat, knighted in that time of woe, Seaz'd on a beautious Nunne, at Barkhamsted, As wee were marching toward Winchester, After proud Lincolne was compeld to yield, Hee tooke this virgine straying in the field: For all the Nunnes and euery Couent fled The daungers that attended on our troopes. For those sad times too oft did testifie, Wars rage hath no regard of pietie. She humbly praid him, for the loue of heauen, To guid her to her fathers, two miles thence. He swore he would, and very well he might: For to the campe he was a Forager. Upon the way they came into a wood. Wherein, in briefe, he stript this tender maid: Whose lust, when she in vaine had long withstood, Being by strength and torments ouerlaid, He did a sacrilegious deede of rape, And left her bath'd in her owne teares and blood. When she reuiu'd, she to her fathers got, And got her father to make iust complaint, Unto your mother, being then in campe. Is this the villaine Chester, that defilde Sir Eustace Stutuiles chast and beautious childe? I Madam, this is hee, That made a wench daunce naked in a wood: And for shee did denie what I desirde, I scourg'd her for her pride, till her faire skinne With stripes was checkred like a vinters grate. And what was this? A mighty matter sure. I haue a thousand more than she defilde, And cut the squeaking throats of some of them: I grieue I did not hirs, Punish him Richard. A fairer virgine neuer sawe the sunne. A chaster maid was neuer sworne a Nunne. How scap't the villaine punishment, that time?