The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 31 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 T15 Friars and holy orders in plot · 505 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T15: friar, lord, holy, friars, robin, peggy, lacie, angelo, love, nun.
Fitzwater stay! Lords, give us leave a while. Hubert, go you before unto the Abbess, And signify our coming; let her bring Matilda to her father. Come old man; Be not too froward, and we shall be friends. About this girl our mortal wars began: And if thou wilt, here all our quarrel ends. Reserve my honour, and my daughter's fame, And no poor subject that your Grace commands, Shall willinger submit, obey, and serve. Do then but this; Persuade thy beauteous child, To leave the nunnery and return to Court: And I protest from hence forth to for swear All such conceits of lust as I have borne. I will, my Lord, do all that I may do: But give me leave, in this, to doubt of you. This small thing grant, and ask me any thing: Or else die in exile, loathed of the King. You shall perceive I will do what I may. Matilda is afraid to leave the house: But lo, on yonder battlement she stands: But in no case will come within your hands. What? will my Lady Abbess wars with us: Speak Lady: wherefore shut you up your gates? Have we not reason, when an host of men, Hunt and pursue religious chastity? King Iohn, bethink thee what thou tak'st in hand, On pain of interdiction of thy Land. Murderers and felons may have sanctuary: And shall not honourable maids distressed, Religious virgins, holy Nuns professed, Have that small privilege: Now out upon she, out? Holy Saint Catherine shield my virginity: I never stood in such extremity. My Lord, the Abbess lies, I warrant you: For I have heard, there is a Monk of Bury, That once a weak comes thither to make merry. Content thee Hubert, that same monk and she, And the worst come, my instruments shall be. Good Lady Abbess, fear no violence: There's not one here shall offer you offence. Daughter, all this while tears my speech have stayed. My Lord the King: Lords all draw near I pray: And hear a poor man's parting from his child. Matilda, still my unstained honour's joy, Fair Ornament of old Fitzwater's coat, Borne to rich fortunes, did not this ill age Bereave thee of thy birthrights heritage. Thou seest our Sovereign, Lord of both our lives, A long besieger of thy chastity, Hath scattered all our forces, slain our friends, Razed our Castles, left us near a house Wherein to hide us from his wrathful eye: Yet God provides; France is appointed me: And thou find'st house-room in this nunnery. Here if the king should dote, as he hath done, It's sacrilege to tempt a holy Nun: But I have hope he will not: yet my fear So drowns my hope, as I am forced to stay, And leave abruptly, what I more would say. O go not yet, my grieved hearts comforter, I am as valiant to resist desire, As ever thou wert worthy in the field. Iohn may attempt▪ but if Matilda yield, O then.
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Fitzwater stay! Lords, giue vs leaue a while. Hubert, goe you before vnto the Abbesse, And signifie our comming; let her bring Matilda to her father. Come old man; Be not too froward, and we shall be friends. About this girle our mortall arres began: And if thou wilt, here all our quarrell ends. Reserue my honour, and my daughters fame, And no poore subiect that your Grace commands, Shall willinger submit, obey, and serue. Do then but this; Perswade thy beautious child, To leaue the Nunry and returne to Court: And I protest from hence forth to for sweare All such conceipts of lust as I haue borne. I will, my Lord, doe all that I may doe: But giue me leaue, in this, to doubt of you. This small thing graunt, and aske me any thing: Or else die in exile, loath'd of the King. You shall perceiue I will doe what I may. Matilda is afraid to leaue the h, ouse: But loe, on yonder battlement she stands: But in no case will come within your hands. What? will my Lady Abbesse warres with vs: Speake Ladie: wherefore shut you vp your gates? Haue we not reason, when an hoast of men, Hunt and pursue religious chastitie? King Iohn, bethinke thee what thou tak'st in hand, On paine of interdiction of thy Land. Murdrers and fellons may haue sanctuary: And shall not honorable maids distrest, Religious virgins, holy Nunnes profest, Haue that small priuiledge▪ Now out vpon shee, out? Holy Saint Catherine shield my virginitie: I neuer stoode in such extreamitie. My Lord, the Abbesse lyes, I warrant you: For I haue heard, there is a Monke of Bury, That once a weake comes thither to make merry. Content thee Hubert, that same monke and she, And the worst come, my instruments shall be. Good Ladie Abbesse, feare no violence: There's not one here shall offer you offence. Daughter, all this while teares my speach haue staid. My Lord the King: Lords all draw neare I pray: And heare a poore mans parting from his childe. Matilda, still my vnstaind honours ioy, Faire Ornament of old Fitzwaters coat, Borne to rich fortunes, did not this ill age Bereaue thee of thy birth-rights heritage▪ Thou seest our Soueraigne, Lord of both our liues, A long besieger of thy chastitie, Hath scattred all our forces, slaine our friends, Raced our Castles, left vs nere a house Wherein to hide vs from his wrathfull eye▪ Yet God prouides; France is appointed mee: And thou find'st house-roome in this Nunry. Here if the king should dote, as he hath done, Its sacriledge to tempt a holy Nunne: But I haue hope he will not: yet my feare So drownes my hope, as I am forst to stay, And leaue abruptly, what I more would say. O goe not yet, my grieu'd hearts comforter, I am as valiant to resist desire, As euer thou wert worthie in the field. Iohn may attempt▪ but if Matilda yield, O then.