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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

THE DEATH OF ROBERT EARLE OF HVNTINGTON 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 ¶ Imprinted at London for William Leake 1601 THE DEATH OF ROBERT EARLE OF HVNTINGTON ¶ Enter Frier Tucke SCEANE I Frier HOlla holla holla follow follow followe Like noyse within Now benedicite what fowle absurditie follie foolerie had like to followed mee I my mates like addle pates inuiting great States to see our last play are hunting the hay with ho that way the goodly Heart ranne with followe little Iohn Much play the man and I like a sot haue wholly forgot the course of our plot but crosse-bowe lye downe come on Friers gowne hoode couer my crowne and with a lowe becke preuent a sharpe checke Blithe sit yee all and winke at our rude cry Minde where wee left in Sheerewod merrily The king his traine Robin his yeomen tall Gone to the wodde to see the fat deare fall Wee left maid Marian busie in the bower And prettie linny looking euery hower For their returning from the hunting game And therefore seeke to set each thing in frame Warman all wofull for his sinne we left Sir Doncaster whose villanies and theft You neuer heard of but too soone yee shall Hurt with the Prior shame them both befall They two will make our mirth be short and small But least I bring yee sorrowe ere the time Pardon I beg of your well iudging eyne And take in part bad prologue and rude play The hunters holloo Tucke must needes away Therefore downe weede bowe doe the deede to make the Stagge bleede and if my hand speede hey for a cry with a throate strained hie a lowde yall at the beasts fall Exit Holloo within Enter King Ely Fitzwater Salsbury Chester Prince Iohn little Iohn Scathlocke Kin. Where is our mother Pr. Iohn Mounted in a stand Six fallowe deere haue dyed by her hand Fitz. Three Stags I slewe Ely Two Bucks by me fell downe Chest. As many dyed by mee Sals. But I had three Prin. Scathlocke where 's Much Sca. When last I saw him may it please your Grace He and the Frier footed it apace Prin. Scathlocke no Grace your fellowe plaine Iohn Lit. Ioh. I warrant you Much will be here anone Pr. Thinkst thou little Iohn that he must Iinny wed 's Lit. Ioh. No doubt he must Prin. Then to adorne his head we shall haue hornes good slore King God for thy grace How could I misse the Stagge I had in chase Twice did I hit him in the very necke When backe my arrowes flewe as they had smit On some sure armour Where is Robin Hood And the wighte Scarlet Seeke them little Iohn Exit Ioh. I le haue that Stagge before I dine to day ¶ Enter Much Much O the frier the frier the frier King Why how now Much Cry ye mercy master king Marry this is the matter Scarlet is following the Stagge you hit and has almost lodg'd him now the Frier has the best bowe but yours in all the field which and Scarlet had he would haue him straight Kin. Where is thy master Much Nay I cannot tell nor the Frier neither Scath. I heare them holloo farre off in the wod King Come Much canst lead vs where as Scarlet is Muc. Neuer feare you follow me Exeunt hollooing SCEANE II. ¶ Enter sir Doncaster Prior Don. You were resolued to haue him poysoned Or kild or made away you car'd not how What diuell makes you doubtfull now to doo 't Pri. Why Doncaster his kindnesse in our needes Don. A plague vpon his kindnesse let him die I neuer temperd poyson in my life but I imployd it By th' masse and I loose this For euer looke to loose my company Pri. But will you giue it him Don. That cannot bee The Queene Earle Chester and Earle Salsbury If they once see mee I am a deade man Or did they heare my name I le lay my life They all would hunt me for my life Pri. What hast thou done to them Don. Faith some odde toyes That made me fly the south but passe wee them Here is the poyson will you giue it Robin Pri. Now by this gold I will Don. Or as I said for euer I defie your company Pri. Well he shall die and in his iollity And in my head I haue a policy To make him die disgrac't Don. O tell it Prior Pri. I will but not as now Call the Frier within Wee le seeke a place the wods haue many eares And some me thinkes are calling for the Frier Exeunt SCEANE III ¶ Enter calling the Frier as afore Ioh. The Frier the Frier Scath. Why where 's this Frier Fri. Here sir what is your desire ¶ Enter Robin Hoode Rob. Why Frier what a murren dost thou meane The King cals for thee For a mightie stagge That hath a copper ring about his necke With letters on it which hee would haue read Hath Scarlet kild I pray thee goe thy way Fri. Master I will no longer will I stay Exit Rob. Good vnkle be more carefull of your health And you sir Doncaster your wounds are greene Both Through your great kindnes we are cōforted Rob. And Warman I aduise you to more mirth Shun solitary walkes keepe company Forget your fault I haue forgiuen the fault Good Warman be more blithe and at this time A little helpe my Marian and her maide Much shall come to you straight a little now We must al striue to doe the best we may Exit winding War On you and her I le waite vntill my dying day Exeunt and as they are going out Doncaster puls Warman Don. Warman a word My good Lord Prior and I Are full of griefe to see thy misery War My misery sir Doncaster why I thanke God I neuer was in better state than now Pri. Why what a seruile slauish minde hast thou Art thou a man and canst be such a beast Asse-like to beare the burthen of thy wrong War What wrong haue I I st wrong to be relieu'd Don. Relieu'd saist thou Why shallow witted foole Dost thou not see Robins ambitious pride And how he clymes by pittying and aspires By humble lookes good deedes and such fond toyes To be a monarch raigning ouer vs As if wee were the vassals to his will War I am his vassall and I will be still Pri. Warman thou art a foole I doe confesse Were these good deedes done in sinceritie Pittie of minde thine or this knights distresse Without vaine brags it were true charitie But to relieue our fainting bodies wants And grieue our soules with quippes and bitter braids Is good turnes ouerturnd no thanks wee owe To any whatsoeuer helps vs so War Neither himselfe nor any that hee keepes Euer vpbraided mee since I came last Don. O God haue mercie on thee