The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 28 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 T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 497 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
Will ye, or nill ye, zounds, ye must go in, And never dine. What sayest thou? never dine? No not with Blunt, I mean. Go in I say: Or by this hand, ye get no meat today. My child is hungry, When shall he have meat? Why, and ye would go in, immediately. I will go in: but very much I doubt, Nor I, nor my poor bay shall ere come out. near while ye live, i'faith: now are they sure. Cry till their hearts ache, no man can them hear. A miserable death is famishment: But what care I? the king commanded me. Now doth fair fortune offer hope of speed: But howsoe'er we speed: good cousin Bruise, March with three hundred bows & pikes to Windsor, Spreading a rumour that the day is ours: As ours it shall be, with the help of heaven. Blunt loves our part far better than the king's: And will, I gauge my life, upon the news, Surrender up the Castle to our use. By this means shall you help us to a hold, howe'er it chance, set free your Lady mother That lives in prison there, with your young brother. Away good uncle, to the battle go: But that a certain good ensues I know, For all the world, I would not leave you so. Away, away. God send thee Windsor: us this happy day. You cannot hide yourself Matilda: no disguise Will serve the turn: now must you to the king: And all these wars will with your presence cease. Yield you to him, he soon will yield to peace. They say thou took'st some pity of a child, The king appointing thee to sear his eyes. Men do report thee to be just of word, Aud a deare louer of my Lord the king. If thou didst that, if thou be one of these: Pity Matilda, prostrate at thy feet. I saved young Arthur's eyes, and pity thee: My word is just, which I have given the king. The king I love: and thee I know he loves. Compare these: then how can I pleasure thee? By letting me escape to Dunmow Abbey, Where I will end my life a votary. And the king die with doting on thy love. No, no: this fire of lust would be soon laid, If once he knew me sworn a holy maid. Thy tears and love of virtue have the power To make me, at an instant, true and false: True to distressed beauty and rare chastity: False to king Iohn, that holds the sight of thee Dearer than England, or earth's Empery. Go happy soul, that in so ill an age, Hast such fair beauty for thy heritage: Yet go not so alone. Dost hear tall soldier? I know thee honest: guide this gentle maid, To Dunmow Abbey: she is one I know. I will excuse thee and content thee well. My signet take, that ye may pass unsearched.
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Will ye, or nill yee, zounds, ye must goe in, And neuer dine. What saist thou? neuer dine? No not with Blunt, I meane. Goe in I say▪ Or by this hand, yee get no meat to day. My childe is hungry, When shall he haue meat? Why, and ye would goe in, immediately. I will goe in: but very much I doubt, Nor I, nor my poore bay shall ere come out. Nere while yee liue, yfaith: now are they sure. Cry till their harts ake, no man can them heare. A misrable death is famishment: But what care ? the king commaunded me. Now doth faire fortune offer hope of speede: But howsoere we speede: good cosin Bruse, March with three hundred bowes & pikes to Windsor, Spreading a rumour that the day is ours: As ours it shall be, with the helpe of heauen. Blunt loues our part farre better than the king's: And will, I gage my life, vpon the newes, Surrender vp the Castle to our vse. By this means shall you helpe vs to a holde, How ere it chance, set free your Lady mother That liues in prison there, with your young brother. Away good vnkle, to the battel goe: But that a certaine good insues I knowe, For all the world, I would not leaue you so. Away, away. God send thee Winsor: vs this happie day. You cannot hide your selfe Matilda: no disguise Will serue the turne: now must you to the king: And all these warres will with your presence cease. Yield you to him, hee soone will yield to peace. They say thou took'st some pittie of a childe, The king appointing thee to seare his eyes. Men doe report thee to be iust of word, Aud a deare louer of my Lord the king. If thou didst that, if thou be one of these: Pittie Matilda, prostrate at thy feete. I sau'd young Athurs eyes, and pittie thee: My word is iust, which I haue giuen the king. The king I loue: and thee I knowe he loues. Compare these: then how can I pleasure thee? By letting me escape to Dunmow Abbey, Where I will end my life a votary. And the king die with doting on thy loue. No, no: this fire of lust would be soone laide, If once he knewe me sworne a holy maid. Thy teares and loue of vertue haue the power To make me, at an instant, true and false: True to distressed beautie and rare chastitie: False to king Iohn, that holds the sight of thee Dearer than England, or earths Emperie. Goe happie soule, that in so ill an age, Hast such faire beautie for thy heritage: Yet goe not so alone. Dost heare tall souldier? I know thee honest▪ guide this gentle maid, To Dunmow Abbey: she is one I knowe. I will excuse thee and content thee well. My signet take, that yee may passe vnsearch.