The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 21 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 T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 507 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
You did even what you list, and so do still. I am the king, but you must have your will: The plain troth is, we are not come in sport, Though for our coming, this was our best cloak: For if we never come, till you do send, We must not be your guests while banquets last, Contentious brawls you hourly send to us: But we may send and send, and you return, This Lord is sick, that pained with the gout, He rid from home. You think I find not out Your close confederacies: yes I do, no doubt. If there be here a close confederate, God's vengeance light upon him with my hate. No, you are open Lester, that I know. I by the Lord, my Lord, your open foe. By thy Lords Lord, and mine, proud Rafe of Chester, Thou dar'st not say so, wert thou from the king. Yes, but he dares and shall. Mowbray, if you stand by, He dares perchance, else will the dastard fly. My own sword shall maintain my tongues true speech: For it is not frequented to such lies, As wrangling Lester, and proud Richmond use: It cannot set out like a thundering drum, Or roaring Canon, stuffed with nought but brags, The multitudes of seas died red with blood, And famous cities into cinders turned, By their two armed arms. I Chester. And then they show us rags, torn off belike, From poor decayed ladies' petticoats: For neither bill, nor feathered shot, nor pike Made half or any of those rents they have: These patched together, fastened unto staves, They will not stick to swear, have been advanced Against the Sophy soldan, and the Turk, Do not maintain proud Chester, my lives Liege. Your words I must put up: his if I bear Yes you shall bear them, Bear, and yet not bite: We have you muzzled now: remember once You braved us with your Bombard boasting words: Come briefly, Lester, Richmond, both Fitzwaters, Bruise, Deliver up your swords immediately: And either yield your bodies to our hands, Or give such pledges as we shall accept, Unto our Steward Winchester, with speed. I will not leave my arms, nor break my word Except I be provoked: your liegeman I am sworn: That oath is pledge enough. If you mislike Thou hearest me say, I do. And I reply, that pledge refused, I have no more for you. And Richmond says as noble Lester saith; Already have we plighted fame and faith: Which being scorned, returns to us again, And by the kings own mouth, we are discharged, Fitzwater, what say you? What pledge desires my Liege? I ask your stubborn daughter. That were a gage to be engaged. Peace thou headstrong boy. Pardon me sovereign: all my power is yours: My goods you may command, my life you may: My children too I know with both their lives, Will readily adventure death's worst wrongs, To do such service as true subjects should: But honourable fame, true chastity
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You did euen what you list, and so doe still. I am the king, but you must haue your will: The plaine troth is, we are not come in sport, Though for our comming, this was our best cloake: For if we neuer come, till you doe send, We must not be your guests while bankets last, Contentious brauls you howerly send to vs: But we may send and send, and you returne, This Lord is sicke, that pained with the gout, He rid from home. You thinke I finde not out Your close confederacies: yes I doe, no doubt. If there be here a close confederate, Gods vengeance light vpon him with my hate. No, you are open Lester, that I knowe. I by the Lord, my Lord, your open foe. By thy Lords Lord, and mine, proud Rafe of Chester, Thou dar'st not say so, wert thou from the king. Yes, but he dares and shall. Mowbray, if you stand by, He dares perchance, els will the dastard fly. My owne sword shall maintaine my tongues true speach: For it is not frequented to such lies, As wrangling Lester, and proud Richmond vse: It cannot set out like a thundring drumme, Or roaring Canon, stuft with naught but brags, The multitudes of seas died red with blood, And famous cities into cinders turn'd, By their two armed armes. I Chester. And then they shewe vs rags, torne off belike, From poore decayed Ladies petticotes: For neither bill, nor feathered shot, nor pike Made halfe or any of those rents they haue: These patcht together, fastned vnto staues, They will not stick to sweare, haue beene aduanc't Against the Sophie Souldan, and the Turke, Do not maintaine proud Chester, my liues Liege. Your words I must put vp: his if I beare Yes you shall beare them, Beare, and yet not bite: We haue you muzzeld now: remember once You brau'd vs with your Bombard boasting words: Come briefely, Lester, Richmōd, both Fitzwaters, Bruse, Deliuer vp your swords immediatly: And either yield your bodies to our hands, Or giue such pledges as we shall accept, Unto our Steward Winchester, with speede. I will not leaue my armes, nor break my word Except I be prouok't: your liege-man I am sworne: That oath is pledge enough. If you mislike Thou hearest me say, I doe. And I reply, that pledge refus'd, I haue no more for you. And Richmond saies as noble Lester saith; Alreadie haue we plighted fame and faith: Which being scornde, returns to vs againe, And by the kings owne mouth, we are discharg'd, Fitzwater, what say you? What pledge desires my Liege? I aske your stubborne daughter. That were a gage to be ingag'd. Peace thou head-strong boy. Pardon me soueraigne: all my power is yours: My goods you may commaund, my life you may: My children too I know with both their liues, Will readily aduenture deaths worst wrongs, To doe such seruice as true subiects should: But honorable fame, true chastitie