The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 22 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 · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Make no exceptions, yield her up to me, Or look for ever for my enmity. Nay then Fitzwater tells your Majesty, You do him wrong; and well will let you wit, He will defend his honour to the death. And Bruise, you are no otherwise disposed, You will not give your sons to me for pledge. I have but one, being my lesser boy, Who is at Gilford: for my other son, He braves me with the rest. Well it is night, and there's no sun to swear by, But by God's son: and by him I here protest, A miserable storm this night to raise, That shall not cease, while England giveth rest, To such vile traitors: Bruise I'll begin with you: I will i'faith, as true as God is true. Then shall a storm be raised against a storm, And tempest be with tempest beaten back. But this firm Island like the sea will toss, And many goodly buildings go to wrack, Many a widow weep her dying son, And many a mother to her helpless babes Cry out uncomfortably; children peace, Your crying unto me is all in vain, Dead is my husband, your poor father slain. We can not help it uncle. No, you see entreats & humble suits have now no power: But lust and wrath the kingdom doth devour. Me he did menace first, and much I fear He will to Gilford, and besiege my wife. O, high to save her. Richmond ride with him. Let us away Bruise, lest we come to late, And with us take some score of men well armed. Do: Lester, and myself will keep the city, Till we are furnished with an able army. Your Nephew, Bruise, shall take an hundred armed men, And post to Hartford Castle with your sister: Sith wrong will wake us, we will keep such watch, As for his life, he shall not hurt us bring. Be comforted good madam, do not fear, But give your son as pledge unto the king: yourself at Court may keep him company. I am betrayed, alas I am betrayed, And little thought your Highness had been bent, So much against me, for my many loves, As to prepare an entrance for my foe. As I shall live in heaven, I did not know Of Hubert's coming: but lament not this: Your son you say is gone; what fear you then? O madame, murder, mischief, wrongs of men I fear, I fear: what is't I do not fear? Sith hope is so far off, despair so near. Answer me good Hubert, I pray the Hubert do. What think you of this matter, may I on your word Persuade the woman that all things are well? You may persuade her, if you can my Lord: For I protest I know no other thing, But that the king would have him for a pledge of the Lord Bruses faith.
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Make no exceptions, yield her vp to mee, Or looke for euer for my enmitie. Nay then Fitzwater tels your Maiestie, You doe him wrong; and well will let you wit, He will defende his honour to the death. And Bruse, you are no otherwise dispos'd, You will not giue your sons to me for pledge. I haue but one, being my lesserboy, Who is at Gilford: for my other sonne, He braues me with the rest. Well it is night, and theres no sunne to sweare by, But by Gods sonne: and by him I here protest, A miserable storme this night to raise, That shall not cease, while England giueth rest, To such vile traitors: Bruse Ile begin with you: I will ifaith, as true as God is true. Then shal a storme be rais'd against a storme, And tempest be with tempest beaten backe. But this firme Iland like the sea will osse, And many goodly buildings goe to wracke, Many a widowe weepe her dying sonne, And many a mother to her helplesse babes Cry out vncomfortably; children peace, Your crying vnto me is all in vaine, Dead is my husband, your poore father slaine. We can not helpe it vnkle. No, you see intreats & humble sutes haue now no power: But lust and wrath the kingdome doth deuour. Me he did menace first, and much I feare He will to Gilford, and besiege my wife. O, hye to saue her. Richmond ride with him. Let vs away Bruse, least we come to late, And with vs take some score of men well armde. Doe: Lester, and my selfe will keepe the citie, Til we are furnisht with an able armie. Your Nephew, Bruse, shal take an hundred armed men, And poast to Hartford Castle with your sister: Sith wrong will wake vs, we will keepe such watch, As for his life, he shall not hurt vs bring. Be comforted good Madame, doe not feare, But giue your sonne as pledge vnto the king: Your selfe at Court may keepe him company. I am betraid, alas I am betraid, And little thought your Highnesse had bene bent, So much against me, for my many loues, As to prepare an entrance for my foe. As I shall liue in heauen, I did not knowe Of Huberts comming: but lament not this: Your sonne you say is gone; what feare you then? O madame, murder, mischiefe, wrongs of men I feare, I feare: what ist I doe not feare? Sith hope is so farre of, despaire so neare. Answere mee good Hubert, I pray the Hubert doe. What thinke you of this matter, may I on your word Perswade the woman that all things are well? You may perswade her, if you can my Lord: For I protest I knowe no other thing, But that the king would haue him for a pledge of the Lord Bruses faith.