The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 39 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 T38 Death, parting and grief at court · 498 words
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Fair beauteous Queen, I give god thanks, I do not think on wrongs. How now Fitzwater's child? how dost thou girl? Well, my good Lord of Oxford: pretty well: A little travel more, and I shall rest: For I am almost at my journeys end. O that my head were raised a little up: My drowsy head, whose dim decaying lights, Assure me it is almost time to sleep. I thank your highness, I have now some ease. Be witness, I beseeth your Majesty, That I forgive the King, with all my heart: With all the little of my living heart, That gives me leave to say, I can forgive: And I beseech high heaven he long may live A happy King, a king beloved and feared. Oxford, for God's sake, to my father write The latest commendations of his child: And say, Matilda kept his honour's charge, Dying a spotless maiden undefiled. Bid him be glad, for I am gone to joy: I that did turn his weal to bitter woe. The king and he will quickly now grow friends, And by their friendship much content will grow, Sink earth to earth, fade flower, ordained to fade: But pass forth soul unto the shrine of peace, Beg there atonement may be quickly made. Fair Queen, kind Oxford, all good you attend: Fly forth my soul, heavens king be there thy friend. O pity, mourning sight, age pitiless: Are these the messages king Iohn doth send! Keep in, my tears, for shame, your conduits keep, Sad woe beholding eyes: no, will ye not? Why, than a God's name weep. I cannot weep for wrath: here, here, take in The blessed body of this noble maid: In milk white clothing let the same be laid, Upon an open bier, that all may see King John's unkingly lust and cruelty. ay, be it so. yourself, if so you please, Will I attend upon, and both us wait On chaste Matilda's body: which with speed, To Windsor Castle we will hence convey: There is another spectacle of ruth, Old Bruses famished Lady and her son. There is the king besieging of young Bruse, His Lords are there: who when they see this sight, I know will have small heart for Iohn to fight. But where's the murderer, ha? is not he stayed? Born with a violent rage, he climbed a tree, And none of us could hinder his intent: But getting to the top boughs, fast he tied His garters to his neck, and a weak branch, Which being unable to sustain his weight, Down to the ground he fell, where bones and flesh Lie pashed together, in a pool of blood. Alas for woe: but this is just heavens doom On those that live by blood: in blood they die. May an example of it, honest friends, Do well, take pains, beware of cruelty. Come Madam, come, to Windsor let us go: And there to Bruses grief, add greater woe.
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Faire beauious Queene, I giue god thankes, I doe not thinke on wrongs. How now Fitzwaters childe? how dost thou girle? Well, my good Lord of Oxford: prettie well: A little trauell more, and I shall rest: For I am almost at my iorneyes end. O that my head were rais'd a little vp: My drousie head, whose im decaying lights, Assure me it is almost time to sleep. I thanke your Hignesse, I haue now some ease. Be witnesse, I beseeth your Maiestie, That I forgiue the King, with all my heart: With all the little of my liuing heart, That giues me leaue to say, I can forgiue: And I beseech high heauen he long may liue A happie King, a king beloou'd and feard▪ Oxford, for gods sake, to my father write The latest commendations of his childe: And say, Matilda kept his Honours charge, Dying a spotlesse maiden vndefilde. Bid him be glad, for I am gone to ioy: I that did turne his weale to bitter woe. The king and he will quickly now growe friends, And by their friendshippe much content will growe, Sinke earth to earth, fade flower, ordaind to fade: But passe forth soule vnto the shrine of peace, Beg there attonement may be quickly made. Faire Queene, kinde Oxford, all good you attend: Fly forth my soule, heauens king be there thy friend. O pittie, mourning sight, age pittilesse: Are these the messages king Iohn doth send! Keepe in, my teares, for shame, your conduits keepe, Sad woe beholding eyes: no, will ye not? Why, then a Gods name weepe. I cannot weepe for wrath: here, here, take in The blessed bodie of this noble maid: In milke white cloathing let the same be laid, Upon an open biere, that all may see King Iohns vnkingly lust and cruelie. I, be it so. Your selfe, if so you please, Will I attend vpon, and both vs waite On chast Matildaes bodie: which with speede, To Windsor Castle we will hence conuey: There is another spectacle of ruth, Old Bruses famisht Ladie and her sonne. There is the king besieging of young Bruse, His Lords are there▪ who when they see this sight, I know will haue small heart for Iohn to fight. But where's the murderer, ha? is not he staid? Borne with a violent rage, he clim'd a tree, And none of vs could hinder his intent: But getting to the top boughes, fast he tied His garters to his necke, and a weake branch, Which being vnable to sustaine his weight, Downe to the ground he fell, where bones and flesh Lie pasht together, in a poole of bloode. Alas for woe: but this is iust heauens doome On those that liue by bloode: in bloode they die. May an example of it, honest friends, Doe well, take paines, beware of crueltie. Come Madam, come, to Windsor let vs goe: And there to Bruses griefe, adde greater woe.