The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 26 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 498 words
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Ungentle grooms first took and sore me thus: From whom old Oxford, chastising their wrong, most kindly brought me to this gentle Queen: Who laid her soft hand on my bleeding cheeks, Gave kisses to my lips, wept for my woe: And was devising how to send me back, Even when your last alarum frighted us: And by her kindness, fell into your hands. Which kindness we return. madam, be free. soldiers, conduct the Queen whether she please. Farewell Matilda: if I live, believe, I will remember this. O how I grieve, That I should wrong so innocent a maid. Come Lady, old Fitzwater is not far: He'll weep to see these scars, full well I know. Would I were from this woeful world of war: Sure I will scape, and to some nunnery go. Had you her then? had you her in your power? I marry had we; we had taken her. O had she been in mine, Not all earth's power, from my power, should have freed her. You are a king: and high are PRINCE's thoughts: It may be with your sight you could have chased An host of armed men: it may be so: But we your subjects did the best we could: Yet Bruise the father, backing Bruise the son, Scattered our troops: brought rescue to Matilda, And took your peerless Queen, their prisoner. On all the race of Bruises, for this wrong, I will have vengeance. Hubert, call in Brand. My Lord of Oxford, give us leave a while to be alone. I will my liege: but be you comforted, The Queen will be recovered, do not fear. As well as ere she was; Oxford, for bear I pray. Yet for the wrong she did unto Matilda, I fear, I fear, The father and the son did rescue her: The mother and the son shall rue the deed: So it shall be: I am resolved thereon. Matilda, my soul's food, those have bereft: And these of Body's food I will bereave. Will Brand? Your Majesty. Less of your curtsy. Hubert, stand aside. Post speedily to Windsor: take this ring: Bid Blunt deliver Bruses wife and child, Into your hands: and ask him for the key Of the dark tower, o'er the dungeon vault: In that, see you shut up the dam and brat. Pretend to Blunt that you have left them meat, Will serve some sennight: and unto him say, It is my will you bring the key away. And hear you sir, I charge you on your life, You do not leave a bit of bread with them. I warrant you, let me alone. Come back again with all the speed you may. Some cruel task is pointed for that slave, Which he will execute as cruelly. No ruth, no pity shall have harbour here, Till fair Matilda be within these arms, Comfort my Lord, comfort my gracious Lord. Your love is come again. Ah Oxford, where? Here my dread Sovereign.
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Ungentle groomes first tooke and sore me thus: From whom old Oxford, chastising their wrong, Mest kindly brought mee to this gentle Queene: Who laid her soft hand on my bleeding cheekes, Gaue kisses to my lips, wept for my woe: And was deuising how to send me backe, Euen when your last alarum frighted vs: And by her kindnesse, fell into your hands. Which kindnesse we returne. Madame, be free. Souldiers, conduct the Queene whether she please. Farewell Matilda: if I liue, beleeue, I will remember this. O how I grieue, That I should wrong so innocent a maid. Come Ladie, old Fitzwater is not farre: Hele weepe to see these scarres, full well I knowe. Would I were from this wofull world of warre: Sure I will scape, and to some Nunry goe. Had you her then? had you her in your power? I marry had we; we had taken her. O had she beene in mine, Not all earths power, from my power, should haue freed her. You are a king: and high are Princes thoughts: It may be with your sight you could haue chac't An host of armed men: it may be so: But we your subiects did the best we could: Yet Bruse the father, backing Bruse the sonne, Scattred our troopes: brought rescue to Matilda, And tooke your peerelesse Queene, their prisoner. On all the race of Bruses, for this wrong, I will haue vengeance. Hubert, call in Brand. My Lord of Oxford, giue vs leaue a while to be alone. I will my liege: but be you comforted, The Queene will be recouer'd, doe not feare. As well as ere she was; Oxford, for beare I pray. Yet for the wrong she did vnto Matilda, I feare, I feare, The father and the sonne did rescue her: The mother and the sonne shall rue the deede: So it shall be: I am resolu'd thereon. Matilda, my soules foode, those haue bereft: And these of bodies foode I will bereaue. Will Brand? Your Maiestie. Lesse of your curtsie. Hubert, stand aside. Poast spedily to Windsor: take this ring: Bid Blunt deliuer Bruses wife and childe, Into your hands: and aske him for the key Of the darke tower, ore the dungeon vault▪ In that, see you shut vp the dam and brat. Pretend to Blunt that you haue left them meat, Will serue some sennight: and vnto him say, It is my will you bring the key away. And here you sir, I charge you on your life, You doe not leaue a bit of bread with them. I warrant you, let me alone. Come backe againe with all the speede you may. Some cruell taske is pointed for that slaue, Which he will execute as cruelly. No ruth, no pittie shall haue harbour here, Till faire Matilda be within these armes, Comfort my Lord, comfort my gratious Lord. Your loue is come againe. Ah Oxford, where? Here my dread Soueraigne.