The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 35 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 T48 Addressing a lady: love, desire and inti · 476 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Ha dove, good Queen, for gods good love, ha done. This raging humour will no doubt be stayed. Virtuous Matilda is professed a Nun: Within a mile, at Dunmow lives the maid: God will not suffer any thing so vile: He will not sure, that he should her defile. Nor Church, nor chapel, Abbey, nunnery, Are privileged from his intemperance. But leave we him, and let us, I entreat, Go visit fair Matilda: much I am In debt unto the maid You are indeed. You wronged her, when with blows you made her bleed. But if you please to visit her, fair dame, Our coach is ready: we will soon be there. Thanks Oxford; and with us I mean to bear The beauteous garland, sent me out of Spain: Which I will offer in the Abbey chapel: As witness of Matilda's chastity: Whom while I live, I ever vow to love, In recompense of rash and causeless wrong. Good, by this hand: exceeding, passing good. The dog no sooner drank it, but, yugh, yugh quoth he: So grins me with his teeth: lies down, and dies. Yughst quoth I? by gog's blood go thy ways: Of all thy line and generation, Was never dog so worshipped as thou art, For ere thou didst, thou wert an officer: I lie not, by these nails, a squire's place: For the vile cur became a countesse taster. So died the dog. Now in our next account The Countess comes, let's see a Countess & a Nun▪ Why so? why so? What would she have the whole world quite undone? we'll meet her for that trick. What, not a king? hang's too good for her; I am but a plain knave, And yet should any of these no forsooths, These pray aways, these trip and goes, these tits. Deny me: now by these: A plague upon this bottle and this cup: I cannot act mine oath: but to't again. By these ten ends of flesh and blood, I swear: First with this hand, wound thus about her hair, And with this dagger lustily lambacked: I would i'faith, ay, by my villainy, I would: but here, but here she comes, Led by two doctors in sweet lechery: If they speed, with my poison I go by; If not, have at you maid: then step in I. And as I said, fair maid, you have done well, In your distress, to seek this holy place: But tell me truly, how do you expel The rage of lust-arising heat in you? By prayer, by fasting, by considering The shame of ill, and meed of doing well. But daughter, daughter, tell me in my eat, Have you no fleshly fightings now and then? whisper, Fleshly quoth you? a maid of threescore years, And fleshly fightings sticking in her teeth? Well wench, thouart matched i'faith.
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Ha doue, good Queene, for gods good loue, ha don. This raging humour will no doubt be staid. Uertuous Matilda is profest a Nunne: Within a mile, at Dunmow liues the maid: God will not suffer any thing so vile: Hee will not sure, that he should her defile. Nor Church, nor chappell, Abbey, Nunry, Are priuileg'd from his intemperance. But leaue we him, and let vs, I etreat, Goe visit faire Matilda: much I am In debt vnto the maide You are indeede. You wrongd her, when with blowes you made her bleed. Bt if you please to visit her, faire dame, Our coach is readie: we will soone be there. Thanks Oxford; and with vs I meane to beare The beautious garland, sent me out of Spaine: Which I will offer in the Abbey chappell: As witnesse of Matildaes chastitie: Whom while I liue, I euer vow to loue, In recompence of rash and causelesse wrong. Good, by this hand: exceding, passing good. The dog no sooner dranke it, but, yugh, yugh quoth he: So grins me with his teeth: lyes downe, and dies. Yughst quoth I? by gogs bloud goe thy waies: Of all thy line and generation, Was neuer dog so worshipt as thou art, For ere thou di'dst, thou wert an officer: I ly not, by these nailes, a squires place: For the vile cur became a countesse taster. So dyed the dog. Now in our next account The Countesse comes, lets see a Countesse & a Nunne▪ Why so? why so? What would she haue the whole world quite vndone? Weele meete her for that trick. What, not a king? Hanging's too good for her; I am but a plaine knaue, And yet should any of these no forsooths, These pray awayes, these trip and goes, these tits. Deny mee: now by these: A plague vpon this bottle and this cup: I cannot act mine oath: but too't againe. By these ten ends of flesh and blood, I sweare: First with this hand, wound thus about her haire, And with this dagger lustilie lambackt: I would yfaith, I, by my villany, I would: but here, but here she comes, Led by two doctors in sweete letchery: If they speede, with my poyson I goe by; If not, haue at you maid: then steppe in I. And as I saide, faire maid, you haue done well, In your distresse, to seeke this holy place: But tell me truely, how doe you expell The rage of lust-arising heat in you? By praier, by fasting, by considering The shame of ill, and meede of doing well. But daughter, daughter, tell me in my eate, Haue you no fleshly fightings now and then? whisper, Fleshly quoth you? a maid of threescore years, And fleshly fightings sticking in her teeth? Well wench, th'art matcht yfaith.