The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 10 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 473 words
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I rent his spurs off, and disgraded him. And then he railed upon the Queen and me. Being committed, he his keeper slew, And to your father fled, who pardoned him. God give his soul a pardon for that sin. O had I heard his name, or seen his face, I had defended Robin from this chance. Ah villain, shut those gloomy lights of thine. remember'st thou a little son of mine, Whose nurse at Wilton first thou ravishedst, And slew'st two maids that did attend on them? I grant, I dashed the brains out of a brat, Thine if he were, I care not: had he been The first borne comfort of a royal king, And should have yald when Doncaster cried peace, I would have done by him as then I did. Soon shall the world be rid of such a wretch, Let him be hanged alive, in the high way, that joineth to the power. Alive or dead, I reck not how I die. You, them, and these, I desperately defy. Repent, or never look to be absolved, But die accursed as thou deservest well. Then give me my desert; curse one by one. First I accurse thee, and, if thou persist, Unto damnation leave thee wretched man. What do I care for your damnation? Am I not doomed to death? what more damnation Can there ensue your loud and yelling cries? Yes devil: hear thy fellow spirit speak, Who would repent; O fain he would repent. After this bodies bitter punishment, There is an ever-during endless woe, A quenchless fire, an unconsuming pain, Which desperate souls and bodies must endure. Can you preach this, yet set me on sir Prior, To run into this endless, quenchless fire? High heavens show mercy to my many ills. Never had this been done, but like a fiend, Thou temptedst me with ceaseless devilish thoughts. Therefore I curse, with bitterness of soul, The hour wherein I saw thy baleful eyes. My eyes I curse, for looking on those eyes. My ears I curse, for hearkening to thy tongue. I curse thy tongue for tempting of mine ears. Each part I curse, that we call thine or mine: Thine for enticing mine, mine following thine. A holy prayer. what Collect have we next? My Marian wanteth words, such is her woe: But old Fitzwater for his girl and him Begs nothing, but world's plague for such a foe. Which causeless harmed a virtuous noble man, A pitier of his griefs, when he felt grief: Therefore bethink thee of thy hateful deed, Thou faithless Prior, and thou this ruthless thief. Will no man curse me, giving so much cause? Then Doncaster, ourselves ourselves accurse, And let no good betide to thee or me. Amen, amen: accursed may ye be, For murdering Robin, flower of courtesy.
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I rent his spurres off, and disgraded him. And then he raild vpon the Queene and mee. Being committed, he his keeper slue, And to your father fled, who pardond him. God giue his soule a pardon for that sinne. O had I heard his name, or seene his face, I had defended Robin from this chance. Ah villaine, shut those gloomy lights of thine. Remembrest thou a little sonne of mine, Whose nurse at Wilton first thou rauishedst, And slew'st two maids that did attend on them? I grant, I dasht the braines out of a brat, Thine if he were, I care not: had he bin The first borne comfort of a royall king, And should haue yald when Doncaster cried peace, I would haue done by him as then I did. Soone shall the world be rid of such a wretch, Let him be hangd aliue, in the high way, that ioyneth to the power. Aliue or deade, I reck not how I die. You, them, and these, I desperately defie. Repent, or neuer looke to be absolu'd, But die accurst as thou deseruest well. Then giue me my desert; curse one by one. First I accurse thee, and, if thou persist, Unto damnation leaue thee wretched man. What doe I care for your damnation? Am I not doom'd to death? what more damnation Can there insue your loud and yelling cryes? Yes diuell: heare thy fellowe spirit speake, Who would repent; O faine he would repent. After this bodies bitter punishment, There is an euer-during endlesse woe, A quenchlesse fire, an vnconsuming paine, Which desperate soules and bodies must indure. Can you preach this, yet set me on sir Prior, To runne into this endlesse, quenchlesse fier? High heauens shewe mercie to my many ils. Neuer had this bene done, but like a fiend, Thou temptedst me with ceaselesse diuelish thoughts. Therefore I curse, with bitternesse of soule, The hower wherein I saw thy balefull eyes. My eyes I curse, for looking on those eyes. My eares I curse, for harkning to thy tongue. I curse thy tongue for tempting of myne eares. Each part I curse, that wee call thine or mine: Thine for enticing mine, mine following thine. A holy prayer. what Collect haue we next? My Marian wanteth words, such is her woe: But old Fitzwater for his girle and him Begs nothing, but worlds plague for such a foe. Which causelesse harmd a vertuous noble man, A pitier of his griefes, when he felt griefe: Therefore be thinke thee of thy hatefull deede, Thou faithlesse Prior, and thou this ruthlesse theefe. Will no man curse me, giuing so much cause? Then Doncaster, our selues our selues accurse, And let no good betide to thee or mee. Amen, amen: accursed may ye bee, For murdring Robin, flower of curtesie.