The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 34 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 T23 Husbands, wives and jealousy · 542 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T23: wife, husband, cuckold, jealousy, woman, jealous, mistress, love, house, honest.
Now by my faith, you are too blame madam: Ever tormenting ever vexing you? Cease off these fretting humours, pray ye do. Grief will not mend it, nought can pleasure you, But patient suffering: nor by your grace's leave, Have you such cause to make this hue and cry After a husband; you have not in good sooth. Yearly a child? this payment is not bad. Content fair Queen, and do not think it strange, That kings do sometimes seek delight in change: For now and then, I tell you, poor men range. Sit down a little, I will make you smile. Though I be now like to the snowy Alps, I was as hot as Aetna in my youth: All fire i'faith, true heart of oak, right steel, A ruffian Lady: often for my sport, I to a lodge of mine did make resort, To view my dear I said; dear God can tell, It was my keeper's wife, whom I loved well. My Countess (God be with her) was a shrew, As women be, your Majesty doth know: And some odd pickthank put it in her head, All was not well: but such a life I led, And the poor keeper, and his smoothed fac't wife, That will I, nil I, there she might not bide: But for the people I did well provide: And by God's mother, for my Lady's spite, I tricked her in her kind, I served her right. Were she at London, I the country kept; Come thither, I at London would sojourn: Came she to court, from court I straight way stepped: Return, I to the court would back return. So this way, that way, every way she went, I still was retrograde, seld opposite: Till at the last, by mildness and submission, We met, kissed, joined, and here left all suspicion. Now out upon you Vere, I would have thought, The world had not contained a chaster man. Now, by my fay, I will be sworn, I am. In all I tell you, I confess no ill, But that I curbed a froward woman's will: Yet had my keeper's wife been of my mind, There had been cause some fault with us to find: But I protest, her no's and nays were such, That for my life she ever kept go much. You would take nay: but our king Iohn says no: No nay, no answer will suffice his turn: He, for he cannot tempt true chastity, Fills all the Land with hostile cruelty. Is it not shame, he that should punish sin, Defend the righteous, help the innocent, Carves with his sword, the purpose of his will, Upon the guarders of the virtuous, And hunts admired spotless maidenhead, With all the darts of desolation, Because she scorneth to be dissolute. Me, that he leaves, I do not murmur at: That he loves her, doth no whit me perplex, If she did love him, or myself did hate: But this alone is it that me doth vex. He leaves me that loves him, and her pursues, That loathe him and loves me: how can I choose, But sadly grieve, and mourn in my green youth? When nor of her, nor me he taketh ruth.
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Now by my faith, you are too blame Madame: Euer tormenting euer vexing you? Cease off these fretting humours, pray yee doe. Grife will not mend it, nought can pleasure you, But patient suffering: nor by your Graces leaue, Haue you such cause to make this hue and cry After a husband; you haue not in good sooth. Yearely a childe? this paiment is not bad. Content faire Queene, and do not think it strange, That kings doe sometimes seeke delight in change: For now and then, I tell you, poore men range. Sit downe a little, I will make you smile. Though I be now like to the snowie Alpes, I was as hot as Aetna in my youth: All fire yfaith, true heart of oake, right steele, A ruffian Ladie: often for my sport, I to a lodge of mine did make resort, To viewe my deere I said; deare God can tell, It was my keepers wife, whome I lou'd well. My Countesse (God be with her) was a shrowe, As women be, your Maiestie doth knowe: And some odde pickth anke put it in her head, All was not well: but such a life I led, And the poore keeper, and his smooth'd fac't wife, That will I, nil I, there she might not bide▪ But for the people I did well prouide: And by gods mother, for my Ladies spight, I trickt her in her kinde, I seru'd her right. Were she at London, I the country kept; Come thither, I at London would solourne: Came she to court, from court I straight way stept: Return, I to the court would backe returne. So this way, that way, euery way she went, I still was retrograde, seld opposite▪ Till at the last, by mildenesse and submission, We met, kist, ioyn'd, and here left all suspition. Now out vpon you Vere, I would haue thought, The world had not containd a chaster man. Now, by my fay, I will be sworne, I am. In all I tell you, I confesse no ill, But that I curbd a froward womans will: Yet had my keepers wife bene of my minde, There had bene cause some fault with vs to finde: But I protest, her noes and nayes were such, That for my life she euer kept goe much. You would take nay: but our king Iohn saies no: No nay, no answere will suffice his turne: He, for he cannot tempt true chastuie, Filles all the Land with hostile trueltie. Is it not shame, he that should punish sinne, Defend the righteous, helpe the innocent, Carues with his sworde, the purpose of his will, Upon the guarders of the vertuous, And hunts admired spotlesse maiden-head, With all the darts of desolation, Because she scorneth to be dissolute. Me, that he leaues, I doe not murmur at: That he loues her, doth no whit me perplex, If she did loue him, or my selfe did hate: But this alone is it that me doth vex. He leaues me that loues him, and her pursues, That loath him and loues me: how can I chuse, But sadly grieue, and mourne in my greene youth? When nor of her, nor mee he taketh ruthe.