The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 19 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 T45 Widows, wooing and remarriage · 488 words
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O for a barber at the time of need, Or one of these that dresses periwigs, To deck my grey head with a youthful hair: But I must to't. Matilda, thus it is; Say, can ye love me? I am Wigmore's son. My cousin said, he looked like Ganymede: But you, but you. But I, but I, you say, Am rather like old Chremes in a play. But that's a nice objection: I am he, But by attorney ship made deputy. He's never like to speed well, all his life, That by attorney sues to win a wife: But grant you are, whom you seem nothing like, Young Wigmore, the heir to this noble Lord: He for his son hath yet sent us near a word. If you grant love, when his son doth woo, Then in your jointure he'll send, say, and do. And for a doer, cousin take my word, Look for a good egg, he was a good bird: Cock a the game i'faith, never fear. ay, but I fear the match will fall out ill, Because he says his son is named Will. And why good daughter: Hath some Palmister, Some Augur, or some dreaming Calculator (For such I know you often hearken to) been prating 'gainst the name? Go too, go too, Do not believe them. Lester, fall to woo. I must believe my father, and 'tis you, That if I ought misdid, reproved me still, And chiding said, you're wedded to your will, God for thy mercy, have ye catched me there? Wigmore is William, woman. Lester, speak, Thou art the simplest wooer in the world. You have put me out, & she hath took me down: You with your talk, she with her ready tongue. You told me I should find her mild and still, And scarce a word come from her in an hour, Then did I think, I should have all the talk, Unhindered by your willingness to help, Unanswered till I had no more to say: And then What then? she with a courtly curtsy saying nay. Your friend's attorney might have gone his way, With as great credit, as did that Orator, Which handling an Oration, some three hours, Ill for the matter, worse than bad for phrase: Having said Dixi; looked, and found not one, To praise or dispraise his Oration: For, wearied with his talk, they all were gone. Now by my troth, if any troth I have, I amas merry at Matilda's mirth, As I was glad to see her first days birth. For till this hour, so help me halidom, Since the too timely death of Huntington, Not a blithe word had passage through her lips. See what a pleasing humour wooers bring. O but ye leave too soon. Yet she avers I stand too long, shall I choose yours or hers? Either forbear, I pray ye, for a while. Welcome Lord Richmond.
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O for a barber at the time of neede, Or one of these that dresses periwigs, To decke my gray head with a youthfull haire: But I must too't. Matilda, thus it is; Say, can ye loue mee? I am Wigmors sonne. My cousin said, he look't like Ganimede: But you, but you. But I, but I, you say, Am rather like old Chremes in a play. But thats a nice obiection: I am hee, But by atturney shippe made deputie. He's neuer like to speede well, all his life, That by atturney sues to winne a wife: But graunt you are, whome you seeme nothing like, Young Wigmore, the heire to this noble Lord: He for his sonne hath yet sent vs nere a word. If you grant loue, when his sonne doth wooe, Then in your ioynture heele send, say, and doe. And for a dooer, cosin take my word, Looke for a good egge, he was a good bird: Cocke a the game ifaith, neuer feare. I, but I feare the match will fall out ill, Because he saies his sonne is named Will. And why good daughter: Hath some Palmister, Some Augur, or some dreaming Calculator (For such I know you often hearken to) Bene prating gainst the name? Go too, go too, Doe not beleeue them. Lester, fall to wooe. I must beleeue my father, and tis you, That if I ought misdid, reproou'd me still, And chiding said, you'r wedded to your will, God for thy mercy, haue yee catcht me there? Wigmore is William, woman. Lester, speake, Thou art the simplest wooer in the world. You haue put me out, & she hath tooke me down: You with your talke, she with her ready tongue. You told me I should find her milde and still, And scarce a worde come from her in an hower, Then did I thinke, I should haue all the talke, Unhindred by your willingnesse to helpe, Unanswerd till I had no more to say: And then What then? she with a courtly curtsie saying nay. Your friends atturney might haue gone his way, With as great credit, as did that Orator, Which handling an Oration, some three howers, Ill for the matter, worse than bad for phrase: Hauing said Dixi; lookt, and found not one, To praise or dispraise his Oration: For, wearied with his talke, they all were gone. Now by my troth, if any troth I haue, I amas merry at Matildaes mirth, As I was glad to see her first daies birth. For till this hower, so helpe me holidam, Since the too timely death of Huntington, Not a blithe word had passage through her lips. See what a pleasing humour wooers bring. O but yee leaue too soone. Yet she auerers I stand too long, shall I chuse yours or hers? Either forbeare, I pray yee, for a while. Welcome Lord Richmond.