The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 20 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 T16 Gallantry: ladies, lordships and complim · 500 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T16: lady, madam, gentleman, lordship, ladies, honour, mistress, sweet, court, servant.
What, doth Matilda smile? That still like sadness solitary sat: Then off with widows weeds, and teach your feet, (That have forgot for want of exercise, And by the means your sorrow had no mean) To tread a measure: for a gallant crew, Of courtly maskers landed at the stairs, Before whom unentreated, I am come, And have prevented, I believe, their page, Who with his torch is entered. Richmond, thanks: If you have aught to say about the maskers, Beseech the Gentlemen to enter in: For they are welcome guests to old Fitzwater. Son, son, I pray you fetch the Ladies in: We have been talking here about a match, And left our noble friends in discontent. Nay by my faith, we had much merriment; Yet thought it long, you neither came, nor sent. How now Matilda? pray thee cheer thee girl. I thought it was a lightning before death: Too sudden to be certain: good pleasure stay. Wilt thou not wanton? churl then go thy way. What? changed so soon: so soon fallen to your dumps? Cherely: the mask comes in. O God, this veil & look Fit not this sport. I'll leave it. Nay: for your love, William's sake, fair maiden stay. This is no courtship daughter, be not nice, You both abuse him and disparaged us: His fellows had the Ladies they did choose, And well you know, here's no more maids than Maud: yourself are all our store: I pray you rise, Or by my faith, I say you do us wrong. I will do what you will: lead, lead your dance. You know me by my speech. I my Liege, I: O! that temptation's tongue Had nowhere to be placed but in your head. Well, say I have her tongue, had I not need, When you have both her eyes: nay all her shape: Able to tempt even Ioue himself to rape. Good my Lord leave; or I will leave the place. Dance out your Galliard: God's dear holybred, You're too forgetful: dance, or by my troth, You'll move my patience more than I will speak. Nay soft unmannered sir, you are too rough: Her joints are weak, your arms are strong & tough: If ye come here for sport you welcome be, If not, better your room than such bad company. Dost threaten me? then will I see thy face. And so thou shalt, look on me rebel Lord; Thou that wert late a factious ringleader, And in the open field gav'st me fierce fight, Art thou again gathering another head, That with such rudeness thou dost entertain The gentle coming of thy Sovereign? My dread Lord, hear me, and forgive this fault: What I have erst done, long since you forgave: If I did lead the Barons in the field, The Barons chose me, when they could not choose But make some leader, you were so missed. When better thoughts entered your royal breast, We then obeyed you, as our Sovereign head.
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What, doth Matilda smile? That still like sadnesse solitary sat: Then off with widowes weedes, and teach your feete, (That haue forgot for want of exercise, And by the meanes your sorrowe had no meane) To tread a measure: for a gallant crue, Of courtly maskers landed at the staires, Before whome vnintreated, I am come, And haue preuented, I beleeue, their page, Who with his torch is entred. Richmond, thankes: If you haue ought to say about the maskers, Beseech the Gentlemen to enter in: For they are welcome guests to old Fitzwater. Sonne, sonne, I pray you fetch the Ladies in: We haue beene talking here about a match, And left our noble friends in discontent. Nay by my faith, we had much merriment; Yet thought it long, you neither came, nor sent. How now Matilda? pray thee cheere thee girle. I thought it was a lightning before death: Too sodaine to be certaine: good pleasure stay. Wilt thou not wanton? churle then goe thy way. What? chang'd so soon: so soon falne to your dūps? Cheerly: the maske comes in. O God, this veile & looke Fit not this sport. Ile leaue it. Nay: for your loue, Williams sake, faire maiden stay. This is no courtship daughter, be not nice, You both abuse him and disparage vs: His fellowes had the Ladies they did chuse, And wel you knowe, heres no more maids than Maud: Your selfe are all our store: I pray you rise, Or by my faith, I say you doe vs wrong. I wil do what you wil: lead, lead your daunce. You know me by my speach. I my Liege, I: O! that temptatious tongue Had no where to be plac't but in your head. Well, say I haue her tongue, had I not neede, When you haue both her eyes: nay all her shape: Able to tempt euen Ioue himselfe to rape. Good my Lord leaue; or I will leaue the place. Daunce out your Galliard: Gods deare holibread, Y'are too forgetfull: daunce, or by my troth, You'l moue my patience more than I will speake. Nay soft vnmannerd sir, you are too rough: Her ioynts are weake, your armes are strong & tough: If yee come here for sport you welcome be, If not, better your roome than such bad company. Dost threaten mee? theu will I see thy face. And so thou shalt, looke on me rebell Lord; Thou that wert late a factious ring-leader, And in the open field gau'st me fierce fight, Art thou againe gathering another head, That with such rudenesse thou dost entertaine The gentle comming of thy Soueraigne? My dread Lord, heare me, and forgiue this fault: What I haue earst done, long since you forgaue: If I did lead the Barons in the field, The Barons chose me, when they could not chuse But make some leader, you were so missed. When better thoughts entred your royall breast, We then obeyd you, as our Soueraigne head.