The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 38 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 T1 Death, grief and revenge · 487 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T1: death, life, dead, die, blood, revenge, soul, father, heart, heaven.
And thou art welcome to his humble maid. I thought thee to be grim and fierce at first: But now thou hast a sweet aspect, mild looks. Art thou not come to kill me from the king? Yes. And thou art welcome, even the welcom'st man, That ever came unto a woeful maid. Be brief goodfellow: I have in the world, No goods to give, no will at all to make: But Gods will and the kings on me be done. A little money kept to give in alms, I have about me? deathsman take it all? Thou art the last poor almsman I shall see. Come, come, dispatch: what weapon will death wear, When he assails me: Is it knife, or sword: A strangling cord, or sudden flaming fire? Neither, thou manly maid: look here, look here: A cup of poison. Wherefore dost thou smile? O God, in this the king is merciful. My dear loved Huntington by poison died. Good fellow, tell the king I thank his Grace, And do forgive his causeless cruelty. I do forgive thee to; but do advise Thou leave this bloody course, and seek to save Thy soul immortal, closed in thy breast: Be brief I pray thee: now to King John's health A full carouse; and god remember not The curse he gave himself at Robin's death, Wishing by poison he might end his life, If ever he solicited my love. Farewell goodfellow, now thy medicine works, And with the labour, I am forced to rest. Zounds she cares not, she makes death a jest. The guiltless fear not death. Farewell good friend: I pray thee be no trouble in my end. And say you Lady Abbess that there came One from the King unto her: what was he? Yonder he stands, I know not what he is. Iesus have mercy. Oxford, come not nigh him. Not nigh him madam? yes: keep you away. Come in good Queen: I do not mean to stay. Nor I to stir, before I see the end. Why starest thou thus? speak fellow, answer me, Who art thou? A bloody villain, and a murderer. A hundred have I slain with mine own hands. 'twas I that starved the Lady Bruise to death, And her young son, at Windsor Castle late. 'tis I have slain Matilda, blessed maid, And now will hurry to damnation's mouth, Forced by the gnawing worm of conscience. Hold him for God's sake: stay the desperate wretch. O some good pitying man compassionate▪ That wretched man, so woeful desperate: Save him for God's sake: he hath set me free, From much world's woe, much wrong, much misery. I hear thy tongue, true perfect charity. Chaste maid, fair maid look up and speak to me. whose's here? my gracious sovereign Isabell? I will take strength and kneel. Matilda sit, I'll kneel to thee, Forgive me, gentle girl, My most ungentle wrongs.
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And thou art welcome to his humble maid. I thought thee to be grim and fierce at first: But now thou hast asweete aspect, milde lookes. Art thou not come to kill me from the king? Yes. And thou art welcom, euen the welcomst man, That euer came vnto a woefull maid. Be briefe goodfellow: I haue in the world, No goods to giue, no will at all to make: But Gods will and the kings on me be done. A little money kept to giue in almes, I haue about mee? deaths-man take it all? Thou art the last poore alms-man I shall see. Come, come, dispatch: what weapon will death weare, When he assailes mee: Is it knife, or sworde: A strangling cord, or sodaine flaming fire? Neither, thou manly maid: looke here, look here: A cup of poyson. Wherefore dost thou smile? O God, in this the king is mercifull. My deare lou'd Huntington by poyson dyed. Good fellow, tell the king I thanke his Grace, And doe forgiue his causelesse cruelie. I doe forgiue thee to; but doe aduise Thou leaue this bloodie course, and seeke to saue Thy soule immortall, closed in thy brest: Be briefe I pray thee: now to King Iohns health A full carouse▪ and god remember not The curse he gaue himselfe at Robins death, Wishing by poyson he might end his life, If euer he solicited my loue. Farewell goodfellowe, now thy medicine workes, And with the labour, I am for't to rest. Zounds she cares not, she makes death a ieast. The guillesse feare not death. Farewel good friēd▪ I pray thee be no trouble in my end. And say you Ladie Abbesse that there came One from the King vnto her: what was hee? Yonder he stands, I know not what he is. Iesus haue mercy▪ Oxford, come not nigh him. Not nigh him Madame? yes: keepe you away. Come in good Queene: I doe not mean to stay. Nor I to stirre, before I see the end. Why starest thou thus? speake fellow, answer me, Who art thou? A bloodie villaine, and a murderer. A hundred haue I slaine with mine owe hands. Twas I that staru'd the Ladie Bruse to death, And her young sonne, at Windsor Castle late. Tis I haue slaine Matilda, blessed maid, And now will hurry to damnations mouth, Forst by the gnawing worme of conscience. Hold him for gods sake: stay the desperate wretch. O some good pittying man compassionate▪ That wretched man, so woefull desperate: Saue him for gods sake: he hath set me free, From much worlds woe, much wrong, much miserie. I heare thy tongue, true perfect charitie. Chaste maide, faire maide looke vp and speake to mee. Whose here? my grious soueraigne Isabell? I will take strength and kneele. Matilda sit, Ile kneele to thee, Forgiue me, gētle girle, My most vngentle wrongs.