The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 41 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 T29 Disguise and pursuit in Look About You · 528 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T29: gloster, faukenbridge, skinke, hermit, richard, prince, iohn, porter, henry, brother.
Why stand ye Lords, and see this traitor perched, Upon our Castles battlements so proud? Come down young Bruse, set open the castle gates: Unto thy sovereign, let thy knee be bowed, And mercy shall be given to thee and thine, O miserable thing: Comes mercy from the mouth of Iohn our king? Why then belike hell will be pitiful. I will not ope the gates, the gate I will: The gate where thy shame, and my sorrow fits. See my dead mother, and her famished son: Open thy tyrant's eyes: for to the world, I will lay open thy fell cruelties. We heard indeed, thy mother and her son. In prison died, by wilful famishment. Sin doubled upon sin. slanderst thou the dead? Unwilling willingness it shall appear, By then I have produced, as I will do, The just presumptions 'gainst your unjust act, Assail the castle Lords: Alarum drums: And drown this screechowl's cries with your deep sounds. I tell thee drummer, if thy drum thou smite, By heaven, I'll send thy soul to hell's dark night, Hence with thy drum: gods passion, get thee hence: Be gone I say, move not my patience. Are you advised Lester, what you do? I am advised: for my Sovereign know, there's not a Lord here will lift up his arm, Against the person of you noble youth, Till you have heard the circumstantial truth, By good presumptions, touching this foul deed. Therefore go on young Bruse, proceed, retell The allegation that puts in this doubt, Whether thy mother through her wilfulness, Famished herself and her sweet son, or no? Unlikely supposition: nature first denies, That any mother, when her youngling cries, If she have means, is so unnatural To let it faint and starve, But we will prove She had no means, except this moanful mean, This torture of herself. Come forth, come forth, Sir William Blunt, whom slander says I slew: Come tell the king and Lords what you know true. Thou hast betrayed our Castle, No: God can tell it was surprised by politic report, And affirmation that your Grace was slain. Good, sir William Blunt: Pass briefly to the Lady's famishment. About some ten days since, there came one Brand, Bringing a signet from my Lord the king, And this commission signed with his hand, Commanding me (as the contents express) That I should presently deliver up The Lady Bruise and her young son to him. What time a day was this? It was, Lord Mowbray, somewhat past eleven: For we were even then sitting down to dine. But did ye dine? The Lady and her son did not: Brand would not stay. No Lester, no: for here is no such sign Of any meat's digesture. But by the way. Tell us I pray you Blunt, While she remained with you, was she distraught With grief, or any other passions violent? She now and then would weep, & often pray, For reconcilement twixt the king and Lords. How to her son did she affected stand? Affection could not any more affect: Nor might a mother show more mother's love: How to my Lord the king?
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Why stand ye Lords, and see this traitour pearcht, Upon our Castles battlements so proude? Come downe young Bruse, set ope the castle gates: Unto thy soueraigne, let thy knee be bow'd, And mercie shall be giuen to thee and thine, O miserable thing: Comes mercie from the mouth of Iohn our king? Why then belike hell will be pittifull. I will not ope the gates, the gate I will: The gate where thy shame, and my sorrowe fits. See my dead mother, and her famisht sonne▪ Open thy tyrants eyes: for to the world, I will lay open thy fell cruelties. We heard indeed, thy mother and her sonne. In prison dyed, by wilfull famishment. Sinne doubled vpon sin. Slaunderst thou the dead? Unwilling willingnesse it shall appeare, By then I haue produc't, as I will doe, The iust presumptions gainst your vniust act, Assaile the castle Lords: Alarum drums: And drown this scrietchowls cryes wt your deep sounds. I tell thée drummer, if thy drum thou smite, By heauen, Ile send thy soule to hels darke night, Hence with thy drum: gods passion, get thee hence: Be gone I say, moue not my patience. Are you aduised Lester, what you doe? I am aduised: for my Soueraigne knowe, The's not a Lord here will lift vp his arme, Against the person of you noble youth, Till you haue heard the circumstantiall truth, By good presumptions, touching this foule deede. Therefore goe on young Bruse, proceede, reell The allegation that puts in this doubt, Whether thy mother through her wilfulnesse, Famisht her selfe and her sweete sonne, or no? Unlikely supposition: nature first denies, That any mother, when her young ling cryes, If she haue meanes, is so vnnaturall To let it faint and starue, But we will prooue She had no meanes▪ except this monefull meane, This torture of her selfe. Come forth, come forth, Sir William Blunt, whome slaunder saies I slewe: Come tell the king and Lords what you know true. Thou hast betraid our Castle, No: God can tell it was surpriz'd by politicke report, And affirmation that your Grace was slaine. Goo, sir William Blunt: Passe briefely to the Ladies famishment. About some ten daies since, there came one Brand, Bringing a signet from my Lord the king, And this commission signed with his hand, Commaunding me (as the contents expresse) That I should presently deliuer vp The Ladie Bruse and her young sonne to him. What time a day was this? It was, Lord Mowbray, somewhat past eleauen: For we were euen then sitting downe to dine. But did yee dine? The Ladie and her sonne did not: Brand would not stay. No Lester, no: for here is no such signe Of any meats digesture. But by the way. Tell vs I pray you Blunt, While she remained with you, was she distraught With griefe, or any other passions violent? She now and then would weepe, & often pray, For reconcilement twixt the king and Lords. How to her sonne did she affected stand? Affection could not any more affect: Nor might a mother shewe more mothers loue: How to my Lord the king?