The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 15 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 502 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
The last appearance shadowed the fair Queen, And her two children, at whose sight king Iohn Showed neither sign nor show of passion: But when the sun came masked in a cloud, And veiled beauty, joined with chastity, Appeared in Matilda's lovely shape, He starts, he clasps, he wakes, he calls, he seeks The shadow of that substance he affects: To her he sews, but she his suit rejects: To him she sews, but he her suit neglects: He sues to be her love, she doth despise: She sues to live a maid, which he denies. What follows of this wilful will, and shall, This no and nay, this quenchless, bootless fire, This cold affection, and this hot desire, The act itself shall tell, and the poor Friar, Your partial favours humbly doth require. Now I perceive, this only was a dream: Divine Matilda's Angel did appear, Decked like a vestal, ready for heavens choir, And to this earthly trunk will not come near. Well, let her go: I must i'faith, I must, And so I will: kings thoughts should be divine: So are Matilda's, so henceforth shall mine. So doing, peace shall wait upon your crown, And blessing upon blessing shall befall. Its true my Lord, I know full well there shall. Your people will wax proud of such a king, That of himself is king, Lord of his thoughts: Which by assertion of Philosophers, Is held to be the greatest Empery. And they said wisely, noble Anbery. Then will Fitzwater with his gallant troops, Again keep triumphs in the English Court. Then will Matilda Matilda, what of her? Like a bright star, adorn the lovely train Of beauteous Ladies, which attend the Queen, Whose only beauty equalleth them all. Like an old fool, whose dim eyes wanting sight, Comparest the sun, to common candle light. Pardon my liege: I do confess, her fair Exceeds all these, as far as day doth night. Grossly alluded: night by moon, by stars. By wandering fires, exhaled meteors, By artificial lights, by eyes of beasts, And little glow-worms, glimpsing in the dark, Hath somewhere brightness, lightness, and sometime Under each Horizon in all parts clear: But they at no time, nowhere can be said To be less dark, than dungeon darkness is. Pitch coloured, Eban faced, blacker than black, While her fair eyes gives beauty to bright day. To hear the Queen thus praised works my content. The Queen? O, had I such a thought I would repent. Further my Lord. What shall we further wade? I fear I shall be tired with this jade. The commonwealth will flourish & increase. Good Oxford of those things now hold your peace: And take the pains to fetching Isabell. I have strange tidings sent me out of France, Which she will take, I know, in as good part, As I accept her praise: fetch her I say. What is the old fool gone? now go thy way. What thinkst thou of him Hubert? tell me man.
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The last appearance shadowed the faire Queene, And her two children, at whose sight king Iohn Shewd neither signe nor shewe of passion: But when the sunne came masked in a cloude, And vailed beautie, ioynde with chastitie, Appeared in Matildaes louely shape, He starts, he claspes, he wakes, he cals, he seekes The shadowe of that substance he affects: To her he sewes, but she his sute reiects: To him she sewes, but he her sute neglectes: He sues to be her loue, she doth despise: She sues to liue a maid, which he denies. What followes of this wilfull will, and shall, This no and nay, this quenchlesse, bootlesse fire, This cold affection, and this hot desire, The act it selfe shall tell, and the poore Frier, Your partiall fauours humbly doth require. Now I perceiue, this only was a dreame: Diuine Matildaes Angell did appeare, Deckt like a Uestall, readie for heauens quire, And to this earthly truncke will not come neare. Well, let her goe: I must yfaith, I must, And so I will: kings thoughts should be diuine: So are Matildaes, so henceforth shall mine. So doing, peace shall wait vpon your crown, And blessing vpon blessing shall befall. Its true my Lord, I know full well there shall. Your people will wax proud of such a king, That of himselfe is king, Lord of his thoughts: Which by assertion of Philosophers, Is held to be the greatest Empery. And they said wisely, noble Anbery. Then will Fitzwater with his gallant troopes, Againe keepe triumphes in the English Court. Then will Matilda Matilda, what of her? Like a bright starre, adorne the louely traine Of beautious Ladies, which attend the Queene, Whose only beauty equalleth them all. Like an old foole, whose dim eyes wanting sight, Compar'st the sunne, to common candle light. Pardon my liege: I doe comfesse, her faire Exceedes all these, as farre as day doth night. Grossely allude: night by moone, by starres. By wandring fires, exhaled meteors, By artificiall lightes, by eyes of beastes, And little glow-wormes, glimpsing in the darke, Hath some where brightnesse, lightnesse, and somtime Under each Horizon in all parts cleare: But they at no time, no where can be said To be lesse darke, then dungeon darkenesse is. Pitch coloured, Eban fac't, blacker than blacke, While her faire eyes giues beauty to bright day. To heare the Queene thus prais'd works my contēt. The Queene? O, had I such a thought I would repent. Further my Lord. What shall we further wade? I feare I shall be tyred with this iade. The common-wealth will florish & encrease. Good Oxford of those things now hold your peace: And take the paines to fetchin Isabell. I haue strange tydings sent me out of France, Which she will take, I knowe, in as good part, As I accept her praise: fetch her I say. What is the old foole gone? now goe thy way. What thinkst thou of him Hubert? tell me man.