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A07897	The death of Robert, Earle of Huntington Otherwise called Robin Hood of merrie Sherwodde: with the lamentable tragedie of chaste Matilda, his faire maid Marian, poysoned at Dunmowe by King Iohn. Acted by the Right Honourable, the Earle of Notingham, Lord high Admirall of England, his seruants.	Munday, Anthony, 1553-1633.; Henry, Chettle, d. 1607?. aut	1601 (1601)	STC 18269; ESTC S110066	47,218	90

wretch Let him be hangd aliue in the high way that ioyneth to the power Don. Aliue or deade I reck not how I die You them and these I desperately defie Ely Repent or neuer looke to be absolu'd But die accurst as thou deseruest well Don. Then giue me my desert curse one by one Ely First I accurse thee and if thou persist Unto damnation leaue thee wretched man Don. What doe I care for your damnation Am I not doom'd to death what more damnation Can there insue your loud and yelling cryes Pri. Yes diuell heare thy fellowe spirit speake Who would repent O faine he would repent After this bodies bitter punishment There is an euer-during endlesse woe A quenchlesse fire an vnconsuming paine Which desperate soules and bodies must indure Don. Can you preach this yet set me on sir Prior To runne into this endlesse quenchlesse fier Pri. High heauens shewe mercie to my many ils Neuer had this bene done but like a fiend Thou temptedst me with ceaselesse diuelish thoughts Therefore I curse with bitternesse of soule The hower wherein I saw thy balefull eyes My eyes I curse for looking on those eyes My eares I curse for harkning to thy tongue I curse thy tongue for tempting of myne eares Each part I curse that wee call thine or mine Thine for enticing mine mine following thine Don. A holy prayer what Collect haue we next This time Robin stirres Fitz. My Marian wanteth words such is her woe But old Fitzwater for his girle and him Begs nothing but worlds plague for such a foe Which causelesse harmd a vertuous noble man A pitier of his griefes when he felt griefe Therefore be thee of thy hatefull deede Thou faithlesse Prior and thou this ruthlesse theefe Pri. Will no man curse me giuing so much cause Then Doncaster our selues our selues accurse And let no good betide to thee or mee All the yeomen Frier Much Iinny cry All Amen amen accursed may ye bee For murdring Robin flower of curtesie Robin sits vp Rob. O ring not such a peale for Robins death Let sweete forgiuenesse be my passing bell Art thou there Marian then fly forth my breath To die with in thy armes contents me well Pri. Keepe in keepe in a little while thy soule Till I haue powr'd my soule forth at thy feete Rob. I slept not vnkle I your griefe did heare Let him forgiue your soule that bought it deare Your bodies deede I in my death forgiue And humbly begge the king that you may liue Stand to your Cleargie vnkle saue your life And lead a better life than you haue done Pri. O gentle Nephew ah my brothers sonne Thou dying glory of old Huntington Wishest thou life to such a murdrous foe I will not liue sith thou must life for goe Oh happie Warman blessed in thy end Now too too late thy truth I doe commend O Nephew Nephew Doncaster and I Murdred poore Warman for he did denie To ioyne with vs in this blacke tragedy Rob. Alas poore Warman Frier little Iohn I told ye both where Warmans bodie lay And of his buriall I le dispose anone King Is there no lawe Lord Ely to conuict This Prior that confesseth murders thus Ely He is a hallowed man and must be tried Aud punisht by the censure of the Church Pri. The Church therein doth erre God doth allowe No Canon to preserue a murderers life Richard king Richard in thy Grandsires daies A law was made the Cleargie sworne thereto That whatsoeuer Church-man did commit Treason or murder or false felonie Should like a seculer be punished Treason we did for sure we did intend King Richards poisoning Soueraigne of this land Murder we did in working Warmans end And my deare Nephewes by this fatall hand And theft we did for we haue robd the king The State the Nobles Commons and his men Of a true Peere firme Piller liberall Lord Fitzwater we haue robd of a kinde sonne And Marians loue-ioyes we haue quite vndoone Don. Whoppe what a coyle is here with your confession Pri. I aske but iudgement for my foule transgression King Thy own mouth hath condemned thee Hence with him Hang this man dead then see him buried But let the other hang aliue in chaines Don. I thanke you sir Exeunt yeomen Frier prisoners Much Ioh. My selfe will goe my Lord And see sharpe Iustice done vpon these slaues Rob. O goe not hence Prince Iohn a word or two Before I die I faine would say to you King Robin wee see what we are sad to see Death like a champion treading downe thy life Yet in thy end somwhat to comfort thee Wee freely giue to thy betrothed wife Beautious and chast Matilda all those lands Falne by thy folly to the Priors hands And by his fault now forfetted to mee Earle Huntington she shall thy Countesse bee And thy wight yeomen they shall wend with mee Against the faithlesse enemies of Christ Rob. Bring forth a Beere and couer if with greene A Beere is brought in That on my death-bed I may here sit downe Beere brought he sits At Robins buriall let no blacke be seene Let no hand giue for him a mourning gowne For in his death his king hath giuen him life By this large gift giuen to his maiden wife Chaist maid Matilda Countesse of account Chase with thy bright eyes all these clouds of woe From these faire cheekes I pray thee sweete do so Thinke it is bootelesse folly to complaine For that which neuer can be had againe Queene Elianor you once were Matilds foe Prince Iohn you long sought her vnlawfull loue Let dying Robin Hood intreat you both To change those passions Madame turne your hate To princely loue Prince Iohn conuert your loue To vertuous passions chast and moderate O that your gratious right hands would infolde Matildas right hand prisoned in my palme And sweare to doe what Robin Hood desires Qu. I sweare I will I will a mother be To faire Matildas life and chastitie Ioh. When Iohn solicites chast Matildaes eares With lawlesse sutes as he hath often done Or offers to the altars of her eyes Lasciuious Poems stuft with vanities He craues to see but short and sower daies His death be like to Robins he desires His periur'd body proue a poysoned prey For cowled Monkes and barefoote begging Friers Rob. Inough inough Fitzwater take your child My dying frost which no sunnes heat can thawe Closes the powers of all my outward parts My freezing blood runnes backe vnto my heart Where it assists death which it would resist Only my loue a little hinders death For he beholds her eyes and cannot smite Then goe not yet Matilda stay a while Frier make speede and lift my latest will Mat. O let mee looke for euer in thy eyes And lay my warme breath to thy bloodlesse lips If my sight can restraine deaths tyrannies Or keepe liues breath within thy bosome lockt Rob. Away away Forbeare my loue all this is but delay Fitz. Come maiden daughter from

Br. Good baud good mother B. How faine you would that that good deed should he Ab. I was about to say somewhat vpon a thing O thus it is We maids that all the day are occupied In labour and chaste hallowed exercise Are nothing so much tempted while day lasts As we are tried and prooued in the night Tell mee Matilda had you since you came No dreames no visions nothing worth the note Ma. No I thanke God Ab. Truly you will you will Except you take good heede and blesse your selfe For if I lie but on my backe a while I am past recouery sure of a bad dreame You see yon reuerend Monke now God he knowes I loue him dearer for his holinesse And I beleeue the diuell knowes it too For the foule fiend comes to me many a night As like the monke as if he were the man Many a hundred nights the Nuns haue seene Pray cry make crosses doe they what they can Once gotten in then doe I fall to worke My holy water bucket being neere hand I whisper secret spelles and coniure him That the foule fiend hath no more powre to stand He downe as I can quickly get him laid I blesse my selfe and like a holy maid Turne on my right side where I sleepe all night Without more dreames or troubling of the spright Brand An Abbesse by the crosse of my good blade An excellent mother to bring vp a maid For mee I meane and my good master Iohn But neuer any for an honest man Coughs Now fie vpon that word of honestie Passing my throat ' thad almost choked me Sblood I le for sweare it for this tricke Mon. We trifle time Faire maid it s thus in briefe This Abbey by your meanes may haue reliefe An hundred markes a yeare answere I pray What will you doe herein Ma. Euen all I may Ab. It s charitably spoken my faire childe A little thing of yours a little helpe Will serue the turne learne but to beare to beare The burden of this world and it will doe Bra. Well goe thy waies Is this no baud think you Ma. Madam the heauie burden of the world Hath long opprest mee Ab But not prest you right Now shall you beare a burden farre more light Ma. What burden bearing wherto tends this talke Mon. To you to vs this Abbey and King Iohn Me. O God forefend he should be thought vpon Mon. Lady make short the king must lie with you Ma. With me with me First turns to the Monke then to the Abbesse Ab. Sweete neuer looke so strange He shall come closely no bodie shall see Ma. How can he come but one hath eyes to see Mon. Your chamber windowes shall be shadowed Mat. But no vaile from my conscience shadowes me Ab. And all the Nunnes sent quietly to bed Ma. But they will rise and by my blushing red Quickly giue guesse of my lost maidenhead Bra. She goes yfaith by God she is their owne Mo. Be not so nice the sin is veniall Considering you yield for charitie And by your fall the Nunnery shall rise Ab. Regard good counsell daughter pray be wise Mon. Come here 's a stirre wilt doe wench wil it do Ab. Say I say I forget the sound of no Or else say no and take it wilt thou so Mat. Doe you intend thus lewdely as you speake Br. 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 Mat. 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 Ab. You may call while you will but maid list what we say Or be assur'd this is your dying day Drawes a Crucifix Mat. In his name that did suffer for my sinne And by this blessed signe I coniure you Depart fowle fiends returne from whence yee came Auoide yee fiends and cease to trouble mee Brand 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 Ma. Are ye not fiends but mortall bodies then Feeles them all Brand Maid maid catch lower when you feele yoūg men Sblood I was neuer taken for the diuell till now Ma. O where shall chastitie 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 incarnate diuels diuelish hypocrites A cowled Monke an aged vailed Nunne Become base Pandars and with lustfull speach Assaie the chast eares of true maidenhead Now fie vpon this age would I were deade Monk Come leaue her Ladie she shall haue her wish Ab. Speede her I pray thee should the baggage liue Shee le slaunder all the chaste Nunnes in the Land Exeunt Monke Abbesse Bra. Well well goe get you two vnto your coniuring Let me alone to lay her on gods ground Ma. Why dost thou stay Bra. Why maid because I must I haue a message to you from the king Ma. And thou art welcome to his humble maid I thought thee to be grim and fierce at first But now thou hast a sweete aspect milde lookes Art thou not come to kill me from the king Brand Yes Ma. And thou art welcom euen the welcom'st 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 Bran. Neither thou manly maid looke here look here A cup of poyson Wherefore dost thou smile Mat. 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 crueltie I doe forgiue thee to but doe aduise Thou leaue this bloodie course and seeke to saue Thy soule immortall closed in thy brest Giues it her 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 forc't to rest Bra. Zounds she cares not she makes death a ieast Ma. The guiltlesse feare not death Farewel good friēd I pray thee be no trouble in my end He stands staring and quaking Enter

my maiden sonne And giue him leaue to doe what must be done Rob. First I bequeath my soule to all soules sauer And will my bodie to be buried At Wakefield vnderneath the Abbey wall And in this order make my funerall When I am dead stretch me vpon this Beere My beades and Primer shall my pillowe bee On this side lay my bowe my good shafts here Upon my brest the crosse and vnderneath My trustie sworde thus fastned in the sheath Let Warmans bodie at my feete be laid Poore Warman that in my defence did die For holy dirges sing me wodmens songs As ye to Wakefield walke with voices shrill This for my selfe my goods and plate I giue Among my yeomen them I doe bestowe Upon my Soueraigne Richard This is all My liege farewell my loue farewell farewell Farewell faire Queene Prince Iohn and noble Lords Father Fitzwater heartily adieu Adieu my yeomen tall Matilda close mine eyes Frier farewell farewell to all Mat. O must my hands with enuious death conspire To shut the morning gates of my liues light Fitz. It is a duetie and thy loues desire I le helpe thee girle to close vp Robins sight King Laments are bootelesse teares cannot restore Lost life Matilda therefore weepe no more And since our mirth is turned into mone Our merry sport to tragick funerall Wee will prepare our power for Austria After earle Roberts timelesse buriall Fall to your mad-songs therefore yeomen bold And deck his herse with flowers that lou'd you deare Dispose his goods as hee hath them dispos'd Fitzwater and Matilda bide you here See you the bodie vnto Wakefield borne A little wee will beare yee company But all of vs at London point to meete Thither Fitzwater bring earle Robins men And Frier see you come along with them Fri. Ah my liege Lord the Frier faints And hath no words to make complaints But since he must forsake this place He will awaite and thanks your Grace Song Weepe weepe ye wod-men waile Your hands with sorrow wring Your master Robin Hood lies deade Therefore sigh as you sing Here lies his Primer and his beades His bent bowe and his arrowes keene His good sworde and his holy crosse Now cast on flowers fresh and greene And as they fall shed teares and say Wella wella day wella wella day Thus cast yee flowers and sing And on to Wakefield take your way Exeunt Fri. Here dothe the Frier leaue with grieuance Robin is deade that grac't his entrance And being dead he craues his audience With this short play they would haue patience ¶ Enter Chester Chest. Nay Fryer at request of thy kinde friend Let not thy Play so soone be at an end Though Robin Hoode be deade his yeomen gone And that thou thinkst there now remaines not one To act an other Sceane or two for thee Yet knowe full well to please this company We meane to end Matildaes Tragedie Fri. Off then I wish you with your Kendall greene Let not sad griefe in fresh aray be seene Matildaes storie is repleat with teares Wrongs desolations ruins deadly feares In and attire yee though I tired be Yet will I tell my mistresse Tragedie Apolloes master doone I inuocate To whome henceforth my deedes I dedicate That of his Godhead 'boue all Gods diuine With his rich spirit he would lighten mine That I may sing true layes of trothlesse deedes Which to conceiue my heart through sorrow bleeds Cheere thee sad soule and in a loftie line Thunder out wrong compast in clowdy teares Enter in blacke Shewe to the eyes fill the beholders eares With all the liuely acts of lustfull rage Restraind by modest teares and chastities intreats And let king Iohn that ill part personage By sutes deuices practices and threats And when he sees all serueth to no end Of chaste Matilda let him make an end Cho. We are all fitted Frier shall we beginne Fri. Well art thou suted would my order would Permit me habit equall to my heart Cho. If you remember Iohn did take an oath Neuer againe to seeke Matildaes loue Fri. O what is he that 's sworne affections slaue That will not violate all lawes all oathes And being mightie what will he omit To compasse his intents though nere so ill You must suppose king Richard now is deade And Iohn resistlesse is faire Englands Lord Who striuing to forget Matildaes loue Takes to his wife the beautious Isabell Betroth'd to Hugh de Briu Earle of North March And picking quarrels vnder shewe of kinne Wholly diuorces his first Queene away But yet Matilda still still trobles him And being in the Court so oft he courts her That by her noble father old Fitzwater She is remou'd from his lust-tempting eye But tides restraind oreswell their bounds with rage Her absence addes more fuell to his fire In sleepe he sees her and his waking thoughts Studie by day to compasse his desire Cho. Frier since now you speake of visions It was receiued by tradition From those that were right neere vnto king Iohn Of three strange visions that to him appeard And as I guesse I tould you what they were Fri, With them I will begin draw but that vaile And there king Iohn sits sleeping in his chaire ¶ Drawe the curten the king sits sleeping his sworde by his side Enter Austria before whome commeth Ambition and bringing him before the chaire king Iohn in sleepe maketh signes to auoid and holdeth his owne crowne fast with both his hands Fri. Ambition that had euer waited on king Iohn Now brings him Austria easie to be tane Being wholly tam'd by Richards warlike hand And bids him adde that Dukedome to his crowne But he puts by Ambition and contemnes All other kingdomes but the English crowne Which he holds fast as if hee would not loose ¶ Enter Constance leading young Arthur both offer to take the crowne but with his foote he ouerturneth them to them commeth Insurrection ledde by the F. K. and L. menacing him and lead the childe againe to the chaire but he only layeth hand on his sworde and with his foote ouerthroweth the childe whome they take vp as deade and Insurrection flying they mournefully beare in the bodie Fr. The Ladie and the childe that did ascend Striuing in vaine to take the crowne from Iohn Were Constance and her sonne the Duke of Britaine Heire to the elder brother of the king Yet hee sleepes on and with a little spurne The mother and the Prince doth ouerturne Againe when Insurrection them assists Stird by the French king and the wronged Earle Whose troth-plight wife king Iohn had tane to wife He only claps his hand vpon his sword Mocketh their threatnings and in their attempts The harmelesse Prince receiues recurelesse death Whome they too late with bootelesse teares lament ¶ Enter Queene with two children borne after her she ascends and seeing no motion she fetcheth her children one by one but seeing yet no motion she descēdeth wringing her hands and departeth Enter Matilda in