The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 37 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 · 480 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T48: lady, love, heart, fair, eyes, la, lord, tears, fie, face.
Lady make short, the king must lie with you. With me, with me? Sweet never look so strange: He shall come closely, nobody shall see. How can he come but one hath eyes to see? Your chamber windows shall be shadowed. But no vail from my conscience shadows me. And all the Nuns sent quietly to bed. But they will rise, and, by my blushing red, Quickly give guess of my lost maidenhead. She goes i'faith, by God she is their own. Be not so nice, the sin is venial: Considering you yield for charity, And by your fall, the Nunnery shall rise. Regard good counsel daughter, pray be wise. Come, here's a stir: wilt do wench? will it do? Say I, say I, forget the sound of no: Or else say no and take it: wilt thou so? Do you intend thus lewdly as you speak? I by gog's blood do they: & moppet, you were best To take their proffers, lest if they forsake you, I play the devils part, step in and take you. Some holy water, help me blessed Nuns. Two damned spirits, in religious weeds, Attempt to tempt my spotless chastity: And a third devil gaping for my soul, With horrid starings, ghastly frighteth me. You may call while you will: but maid list what we say, Or be assured this is your dying day. In his name that did suffer for my sin, And by this blessed sign, I conjure you: Depart foul fiends, return from whence ye came: Avoid ye fiends, and cease to trouble me. Zounds, she thinks us devils. Hear you conjuror? Except you use that trick, to conjure down The standing spirit of my Lord the King, That your good mother there, the Abbess uses, To conjure down the spirit of the Monk, Not all your crosses have the power to bless Your body from a sharp and speedy death. Are ye not fiends, but mortal bodies then? Maid, maid: catch lower, when you feel young men: Blood, I was never taken for the devil till now? O where shall chastity have true defence, When Churchmen lay this siege to innocence? Where shall a maid have certain sanctuary, When Lady Lust rules all the Nunnery? Now fie upon ye both, false seeming Saints, incarnate devils, devilish hypocrites. A cowled Monk, an aged veiled Nun, Become base Panders! and with lustful speech, Assay the chaste ears of true maidenhead! Now fie upon this age, would I were dead. Come leave her Lady; she shall have her wish. Speed her I pray thee; should the baggage live, she'll slander all the chaste Nuns in the Land. Well, well, go get you two unto your conjuring: Let me alone to lay her on God's ground. Why dost thou stay? Why maid, because I must: I have a message to you from the king.
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Lady make short, the king must lie with you. With me, with me? Sweete neuer looke so strange: He shall come closely, no bodie shall see. How can he come but one hath eyes to see? Your chamber windowes shall be shadowed. But no vaile from my conscience shadowes me. And all the Nunnes sent quietly to bed. But they will rise, and, by my blushing red, Quickly giue guesse of my lost maidenhead. She goes yfaith, by God she is their owne. Be not so nice, the sin is veniall: Considering you yield for charitie, And by your fall, the Nunnery shall rise. Regard good counsell daughter, pray be wise. Come, here's a stirre: wilt doe wench? wil it do? Say I, say I, forget the sound of no: Or else say no and take it: wilt thou so? Doe you intend thus lewdely as you speake? I by gogs bloode do they: & moppet, you were best To take their proffers, least if they forsake you, I play the diuels part, step in and take you. Some holy water, helpe me blessed Nunnes. Two damned spirits, in religious weedes, Attempt to tempt my spotlesse chastitie: And a third diuell gaping for my soule, With horrid starings, gastly frighteth me. You may call while you will: but maid list what we say, Or be assur'd this is your dying day. In his name that did suffer for my sinne, And by this blessed signe, I coniure you: Depart fowle fends, returne from whence yee came: Auoide yee fiends, and cease to trouble mee. Zounds, she thinks vs diuels. Heare you coniurer? Except you vse that tricke, to coniure downe The standing spirit of my Lord the King, That your good mother there, the Abbesse vses, To coniure downe the spirit of the Monke, Not all your crosses haue the power to blesse Your bodie from a sharpe and speedie death. Are ye not fiends, but mortall bodies then? Maid, maid: catch lower, when you feele yoūg men▪ Slood, I was neuer taken for the diuell till now? O where shall chaitie haue true defence, When Churchmen lay this siege to innocence? Where shall a maid haue certaine sanctuary, When Ladie Lust rules all the Nunnery? Now fie vpon yee both, false seeming Saints, In carnate diuels, diuelish hypocrites. A cowled Monke, an aged vailed Nunne, Become base Pandars! and with lustful speach, Assaie the chast eares of true maidenhead! Now fie vpon this age, would I were deade. Come leaue her Ladie; she shall haue her wish. Speede her I pray thee; should the baggage liue, Sheele slaunder all the chaste Nunnes in the Land. Well, well, goe get you two vnto your coniuring: Let me alone to lay her on gods ground. Why dost thou stay? Why maid, because I must: I haue a message to you from the king.