The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 29 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 · 468 words
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Kind Hubert, many prayers, for this good deed, Shall on my beads be daily numbered. O treble heat of honour, toil and rage! How cheers earl Richmond? Fitzwater, speak old man. We are now near together; answer me. Lester, the more our woe, The likelier to be taken by the foe. O let not such a thought abuse thy age: we'll never yield us to the tyrant's rage. But if my girl be yielded, If she be. ay, I: there's no man but shall have his time to die. Now is our hour: which they shall dearly buy. Lester, we'll stand like three Battalions: What says our noble General thereto? Why, I say do: while I can, I'll keep my place with you. How now my bugbear, will ye now submit? To death, but not to thee. Richmond, nor you? earl Richmond will not yield. methinks Fitzwater, you should have more wit. If it be wit to live, I have no will: And so in this, my will o'errules my wit. Alarum then, with weapons will We scourge your desperate will, and teach ye to have wit. Of high heroic spirits be they all: We will withdraw a little and confer: For they are circled round, and cannot scape. O that we three, who in the suns arise, Were (like the three triumvirates of Rome) Guides of an host, able to vanquish Rome, Are not alone, enclosed with enemies! The glory of the world hath no more stay: But as it comes, it fleets, and fades away. Courage, and let us die; they come again: It's Lord Hugh Burgh alone, Hubert, what news? This days fierce slaughter, Iohn, our King, laments: And to you three, great leaders of an host, That now have not a man at all to lead: You worthy captains without companies Fitzwarer, Richmond; by the blessed Sun, Lord Hubert mocks us. By the Moon I do not, and put the blessed to't. It is as good an oath as you have sworn. My heart grieves, that so great hearts, as yours be, Should put your fortunes on a sort of slaves, That bring base fear within them to the field: But to the matter. Sith your state is such, That without mercy you are sure of death (Which I am sure, and well his Highness knows, You do not fear at all) yet he gives grant, On just conditions you shall save your lives. On no condition will I save my life, Except Matilda be returned again, Unblemished, unabused; and than I yield. She now is where she never will return. Never? O God! is my Matilda dead? Dead to the world: dead to this woe she is. She lives at Dunmow, and is vowed a Nun. Do not delude me Hubert, gentle son.
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Kinde Hubert, many prayers, for this good deede, Shall on my beads be daily numbered. O trebble heat of honour, toyle and rage! How cheeres earle Richmond? Fitzwater, speake old man. We are now neere together; answere mee. Lester, the more our woe, The likelier to be taken by the foe. O let not such a thought abuse thy age: Weele neuer yield vs to the tyrants rage. But if my girle be yielded, If she be. I, I: theres no man but shall haue his time to dy. Now is our hower: which they shall dearly buy. Lester, weele stand like three Battalions: What saies our noble Generall theretoo? Why, I say doe: while I can, Ile keepe my place with you. How now my bug-beare, will ye now submit? To death, but not to thee▪ Richmond, nor you? Earle Richmond will not yield. Me thinkes Fitzwater, you should haue more wit. If it be wit to liue, I haue no will: And so in this, my will orerules my wit. Alarum then, with weapons will We scourge your desperate will, and teach yee to haue wit. Of high heroicke spirits be they all: We will withdrawe a litle and conferre: For they are circled round, and cannot scape. O that we three, who in the suns arise, Were (like the three Triumuirates of Rome) Guids of an hoast, able to vanquish Rome, Are n alone, inclos'd with enemies! The glorie of the world hath no more stay: But as it comes, it fleetes, and fades away. Courage, and let vs die; they come againe: Its Lord Hugh Burgh alone, Hughberr, what newes? This daies fierce slaughter, Iohn, our King, lamēts: And to you three, great leaders of an hoast, That now haue not a man at all to leade: You worthie captaines without companies Fitzwarer, Richmond; by the blessed Sunne, Lord Hubert mocks vs. By the Moone I doe not, and put the blessed too't▪ It is as good an oath as you haue sworne. My heart grieues, that so great hearts, as yours be, Should put your fortunes on a sort of slaues, That bring base feare within them to he field: But to the matter. Sith your state is such, That without mercie you are sure of death (Which I am sure, and wel his Highnesse knowes, You doe not feare at all) yet he giues grant, On iust conditions you shall saue your liues. On no condition will I saue my life, Except Matilda be returnd againe, Unblemisht, vnabus'd; and then I yield. She now is where she neuer will returne. Neuer? O God! is my Matilda dead? Deade to the world: dead to this woe she is. She liues at Dunmow, and is vowd a Nunne. Doe not delude me Hubert, gentle sonne.