The Death of Robert, Earl of Huntingdon (2 Robin Hood) · chunk 43 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 · 516 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T38: queen, king, death, dead, heart, life, die, lord, royal, news.
Which showers are even as good, As rain in harvest, or a swelling flood When neighbouring meadows lack the mower's scythe. List Lester, hearst thou not a mournful march? Yes Richmond, and it seemeth old de Vere. Lords, by your leave, is not our sovereign here? Yes good old Awbury. Ah my gracious Lord, That you so much your high state should neglect! Ah god in heaven forgive this bloody deed. Young Bruse, young Bruse, I weep, Thy mother's and thy brother's wrong. Yet to afflict thee more, more grief I bring, O Honourable Aubrey de Vere, Let sorrow in a sable suit appear: Do not misshape her garments, like delight. If it be grief, why clothest thou her in white? I cannot tell thee yet. I must sit down. Attend young Bruse, and listen to the Queen: she'll not be tongue tied, we shall have a stir anon, I fear, would make a man half sick. Are you here lecher? O intemperate king, Wilt thou not see me? come, come, show your face: Your grace's graceless, kings, unkingly face. What? mute, hands folded, eyes fixed on the earth? Whose turn is next now to be murdered? The famished Bruises are on yonder side: On this another, I will name anon: One for whose head this garland I do bear, And this fair milk-white spotless pendant too. Look up king Iohn, see, yonder sits thy shame: Yonder it lies: what, must I tell her name? It is Matilda, poisoned by thee. Matilda: O that foul swift footed slave, That kills ere one have time to hid him save. Fair gentle girl, ungently made away. My banished uncles daughter, art thou there? Then I defy all hope, and swear Stay Bruise, and listen well what oath to swear. Lewis the Dolphin, pitying one estate, Is by the Christian king his father, sent With aid to help us, and is landed too. Lords that will fly the den of cruelty, And fight to free yourselves from tyranny, Bruise, keep that Castle, to the only use Of our elected king, Lewis of France. God's passion do not so: king Iohn is here. Lords, whisper not with Lester. Lester, fie: Stir not again regardless mutiny: Speak to them Hugh: I know thou lov'st the king. madam, go to them, nay do, for God's sake do: Down with your stomach: for if he go down, You must down too, and be no longer Queen: Advise you, go entreat them speedily. My sovereign wherefore sit you sighing there? The Lords are all about to follow Lewis: Up and entreat them, else they will away. Good Oxford let them go. Why should they stay? What? are you desperate? that must not be. Hear me my Lords. This pendant let me see. She was indeed of London the honour once, When she was loved of virtuous Huntington: Of chastity the honour, all her life: To impure thoughts she never could be won. And she of Honour was the honour too, By birth, in life, she honour honoured. Bring in two tapers lighted, quick, dispatch.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
Which showers are euen as good, As raine in haruest, or a swelling floode When neighbouring medowes lack the mowers sithe. List Lester, hearst thou not a mournfull march? Yes Richmond, and it seemeth old de Vere. Lords, by your leaue, is not our soueraign here? Yes good old Awbury. Ah my gratious Lord, That you so much your high state should neglect! Ah god in heauen forgiue this bloudie deede. Young Bruse, young Bruse, I weepe, Thy mothers and thy brothers wrong. Yet to afflict thee more, more griefe I bring▪ O Houourable Awbery de Vere, Let sorrow in a sable sute appeare: Doe not misshape her garments, like delight. If it be griefe, why cloth'st thou her in white? I cannot tell thee yet. I must sit downe. Attend young Bruse, and listen to the Queene: Sheele not be tongue tyed, we shall haue a stirre Anone, I feare, would make a man halfe sicke. Are you here leatcher? O intemperate king, Wilt thou not see mee? come, come, shewe your face▪ Your Graces gracelesse, kings, vnkingly face. What? mute, hands folded, eyes fixt on the earth? Whose turne is next now to be murdered? The famisht Bruses are on yonder side: On this another, I will name anone: One for whose head this garland I doe beare, And this faire milke-white spotlesse pendant to. Looke vp king Iohn, see, yonder sits thy shame: Yonder it lyes: what, must I tell her name? It is Matilda, poysoned by thee. Matilda: O that foule swift foote slaue, That kils ere one haue time to hid him saue. Faire gentle girle, vngently made away. My banisht vncles daughter, art thou there? Then I defie all hope, and sweare Stay Bruse, and listen wel what oath to swear. Lewys the Dolphin, pittying one estate, Is by the Christian king his father, sent With aid to helpe vs, and is landed too. Lords that will fly the denne of cruelty, And fight to free your selues from tyranny, Bruse, keepe that Castle, to the only vse Of our elected king, Lewys of Fraunce. Gods passion doe not so: king Iohn is here. Lords, whisper not with Lester Lester, fie: Stir not againe regardlesse utinie: Speake to them Hugh: I know thou loou'st the king. Madame, goe to them, nay doe, for gods sake doe: Downe with your stomacke: for if he goe downe, You must downe too, and be no longer Queene: Aduise you, goe intreat them speedily. My soueraigne wherefore sit you sighing there? The Lords are all about to followe Lewys: Up and intreat them, els they will away. Good Oxford let them goe. Why should they stay? What? are you desperate? that must not be. Heare me my Lords. This pendant let mee see. She was indeede of London the honour once, When she was lou'd of vertuous Huntington: Of chastitie the honour, all her life: To impure thoughts she neuer could be wonne. And she of Honour was the honour too, By birth, in life, she honour honoured. Bring in two tapers lighted, quick, dispatch.