The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 33 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 T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 524 words
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Lester and Richmond, I: I pray ye do. Get I my Bear & ragged staff once more Raised in the field, for these wrongs some shall roar. Fetch in the Monk of Bury, that I talked off, And bid Will Brand, my instrument of death, Come likewise in. Convert, to raging hate, My long resisted love. Welcome good Monk. Thanks to my Liege. Thou hast been long in suit, To be installed Abbot of your house: And in your favour many friends have stirred. Now is the hour that you shall be preferred, Upon condition, and the matter small. Short shrift to make, good honest Confessor, I love a fair Nun, now in Dunmow Abbey, The Abbess loves you, and you pleasure her. Now if, between you two, this pretty Lady Could be persuaded to affect a king, Your suit is granted; and on Dunmowe Abbey, I will bestow a hundred marks a year. A holy Nun, a young Nun, and a Lady— Dear ware my Lord; yet bid you well as may be: Strike hands; a bargain, she shall be your own: Or if she will not Nay, if she do refuse, I'll send a deathsman with you, this is he: If she be wilful, leave her to his hands: And on her own head be her hasted end, The matter shall be done. Sirrah, what poisons have you ready? Store, store. Await on the monk then, and ere we take horse, I'll give you such instructions as you need. Hubert, prepare to Windsor with our host. Your tyrannies have lost my love almost: And yet I cannot choose but love eternally This wanton king, replete with cruelty▪ O how are all his princely virtues stained, With lust abhorred, and lascivious heat! Which kindling first to fire, now in a flame, Shows to the whole world clearly his foul shame. To quench this flame, full many a tide of tears, Like overflowing full seas, have been spent: And many a dry land drunk with human blood, Yet nothing helps his passions violent: Rather they add oil to his raging fire, Heat to his heat, desire to his desire, Somewhat I fear, is now a managing. For that prodigious bloody stigmatic, Is never called unto his kingly sight, But like a Comet he portendeth still Some innovation, or some monstrous act, Cruel, unkindly, horrid, full of hate: As that vile deed at Windsor, done of late▪ Gentle Matilda somewhat I mistrust: Yet thee I need not fear, such is his love; Again, the place doth give thee warrantise: Yet I remember when his Highness said, The lustful monk of Bury should him aid: I so it is; if she have any ill, Through the lewd shaveling will her shame be wrought. If it so chance, Matilda's guiltless wrong Will with the loss of many a life be bought. But Hubert will be still his dread Lords friend, However he deserves, his master serve: Though he neglect, him will not I neglect: Whoever fails him, I will Iohn affect. For though king's fault in many a foul offence, Subjects must sue, not mend with violence.
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Lester and Richmond, I: I pray yee doe. Get I my Beare & ragged staffe once more Rais'd in the field, for these wrongs some shall roare. Fetch in the Monke of Bury, that I talkt off, And bid Will Brand, my instrument of death, Come likewise in. Conuert, to raging hate, My long resisted loue. Welcome good Monke. Thanks to my Liege. Thou hast bene long in sute, To be installed Abbot of your house: And in your fauour many friends haue stird. Now is the hower that you shall be preferd, Upon condition, and the matter small. Short shrift to make, good honest Confessor, I loue a faire Nunne, now in Dunmow Abbey, The Abbesse loues you, and you pleasure her. Now if, betweene you two, this prettie Ladie Could be perswaded to affect a king, Your sute is graunted; and on Dunmowe Abbey, I will bestowe a hundred markes a yeare. A holy Nunne, a young Nunne, and a Lady▪ Deare ware my Lord; yet bid you well as may be: Strike hands; a bargaine, she shall be your owne: Or if she will not Nay, if she doe refuse, Ile send a deaths-man with you, this is hee: If she be wilfull, leaue her to his hands: And on her owne head be her hasted end▪ The matter shall be done. Sirra, what poysons haue you readie? Store, store. Awaite on the monke then, and ere we take horse, Ile giue you such instructions as you neede. Hughbert, prepare to Windsor with our hoast. Your tyrannies haue lost my loue almost: And yet I cannot chuse but loue eternally This wanton king, repleat with crueltie▪ O how are all his princely vertues staind, With lust abhorred, and lasciuious heate! Which kindling first to fire, nowe in a flame, Shewes to the whole world clearely his fowle shame. To quench this flame, full many a tide of teares, Like ouerflowing full seas, haue bene spent: And many a dry land drunke with humane blood, Yet nothing helps his passions violent: Rather they adde oyle to his raging fire, Heate to his heate, desire to his desire, Somewhat I feare, is now a managing. For that prodigious bloodie stigmatique, Is neuer cald vnto his kingly sight, But like a Comet he portendeth still Some innouation, or some monstrons act, Cruell, vnkindly, horrid, full of hate: As that vile deede at Windsor, done of late▪ Gentle Matilda somewhat I mistrust: Yet thee I neede not feare, such is his loue; Againe, the place doth giue thee warrantise: Yet I remember when his Highnesse said, The lustfull monke of Bury should him aid: I so it is; if she haue any ill, Through y• lewd shaueling wil her shame be wrought. If it so chaunce, Matildaes guiltlesse wrong Will with the losse of many a life be bought. But Hubert will be still his dread Lords friend, Howeuer he deserues, his master serue: Though he neglect, him will not I neglect: Whoeuer failes him, I will Iohn affect. For though kings fault in many a foule offence, Subiects must sue, not mend with violence.