The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 24 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 · 505 words
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Chester and Hubert, see you keep good watch. Not far off do I hear a warlike sound: Bruise on my life: look to't while I go in To seek this boy; for needs we must have him. Come with us Mowbray. The Castle gates are shut. what ho? what ho? You that are servants to the Lady Bruise, Arise, make entrance for your Lord and friends. We will make issue ere ye enter here. Who have we there, Richmond and Bruise? Is't you? What, up so soon, are ye so early here? In you i'faith the proverb's verified: You're early up, and yet are near the near. The worse our fortune, Bruise let us go hence, We have no power to fight, nor make defence. What Richmond, will you prove a Runaway? From thee good Winchester: Now the Lord defend. we will stay and fight. 'tis to no end: we have but twenty men, & they be tired. But ere we do retire, tell me Lord Hubert, Where are my wife and son? Your wife is here, your son we cannot find. Let son & wife, high heavens, your comfort find. Bruise hath been here, my Lord. ay, let him go: we have good pledges: though we see but one, The other we are sure will come anon. I do advise you, for your own discharge, Deliver up your son unto the king. Nay let her choose. Come hither Mowbray. The king is angry; Lady Bruise advise you. What? be advised by thee, to have my loving, kind and pretty boy, given to an unkind killer of sweet boys? madam go too, take counsel of your friends, I warrant you the king will use him well. ay, as he used his Nephew, Arthur Chester: God bless my child from being used so. Sir Hubert, what are all the people voided, The horses and the cattle turned forth? Mowbray, they be. Then will I do the king's commandment. What will he do! good lord, what will he do! I pray you what is't you will do. Why? fire the Castle. The Castle Mowbray? tarry, tarry man, Hold me not Chester, gentle Mowbray stay: Good Hubert let me go. To lead a many able men to fight. And modest looking maid, I see you too: And unfit sight, to view virginity Guarded with other soldiers, than good prayers: But you will say the king occasions it. Say what you will, no king but would take cause? Of just offence: yield you young Bruse: your mother is in hold. Yield you young maid: your father is in hold. Will the Queen keep me from the lustful king? Then will I yield. A plague upon this counterfeiting quean, God's blessed mercy, will you still be mad, And wrong a noble virgin with vile speech? Let me alone: Matilda, maiden fair, Thou virgin spouse, true Huntington's just heir, Wilt thou come hither? and I do protest, The Queen and I, to mitigate this war, Will do what thou wouldest have.
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Chester and Hubert, see you keepe good watch. Not farre of doe I heare a warlike sound: Bruse on my life: looke too't while I goe in To seeke this boy; for needs we must haue him. Come with vs Mowbray. The Castle gates are shut. what ho? what ho? You that are seruants to the Lady Bruse, Arise, make entrance for your Lord and friends. We will make issue ere yee enter here. Who haue we there, Richmond and Bruse? Ist you? What, vp so soone, are yee so earely here? In you yfaith the Prouerb's verified: Y'are earely vp, and yet are nere the neare. The worse our fortune, Bruse let vs goe hence, We haue no power to fight, nor make defence. What Richmond, will you proue a Runaway? From thee good Winchester: Now y• Lord defen. we will stay and fight. Tis to no end: we haue but twentie men, & they be tyr'd. But ere we doe retire, tell me Lord Hubert, Where are my wife and sonne? Your wife is here, your sonne we cannot finde. Let son & wife, high heauens, your comfort finde. Bruse hath beene here, my Lord. I, let him goe: we haue good pledges: though wee see but one, The other we are sure will come anone. I doe aduise you, for your owne discharge, Deliuer vp your sonne vnto the king. Nay let her chuse. Come hither Mowbray. The king is angry; Ladie Bruse aduise you. What? be aduis'd by thee, to haue my louing, kinde and prettie boy, giuen to an vnkinde killer of sweete boyes? Madame go too, take counsell of your friends, I warrant you the king will vse him well. I, as he vs'd his Nephewe, Arthur Chester: God blesse my childe from being vsed so. Sir Hubert, what are all the people voided, The horses and the cattle turned forth? Mowbray, they be. Then will I doe the kings commaundement. What will he doe! good lord, what will he doe! I pray you what ist you will doe. Why? fire the Castle. The Castle Mowbray? tarry, tarry man, Hold me not Chester, gentle Mowbray stay: Good Hubert let me goe. To lead a many able men to fight. And modest looking maid, I see you too: And vnfit sight, to viewe virginitie Guarded with other souldiers, than good praiers: But you will say the king occasions it. Say what you will, no king but would take cause? Of iust offence: yield you young Bruse: your mother is in holde. Yield you young maid: your father is in holde. Will the Queene keepe me from the lustfull king? Then will I yield. A plague vpon this counterfaiting queane, Gods blessed mercy, will you still be mad, And wrong a noble virgine with vile speach? Let me alone: Matilda, maiden faire, Thou virgine spouse, true Huntingtons iust heire, Wilt thou come hither? and I doe protest, The Queene and I, to mitigate this warre, Will doe what thou wouldest haue.