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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

my hate Hee is a foole and will be reconcilde To anie foe hee hath he is too milde Too honest for this world fitter for heauen Hee will not kill these greedie cormorants Nor strippe base pesants of the wealth they haue He does abuse a thieues name and an outlawes And is indeede no outlawe nor no theefe He is vnworthy of such reuerent names Besides he keepes a paltry whinling girle And will not bed forsooth before he bride I le stand too 't he abuses maidenhead That will not take it being offered Hinders the common wealth of able men Another thing I hate him for againe He saies his praiers fasts eues giues alms does good For these and such like crimes sweares Doncaster To worke the speedie death of Robin Hoode Pri, Well said yfaith Harke hark the king returns To doe this deede my heart like fuel burns Exeunt SCEANE IIII ¶ Winde hornes Enter King Queene Iohn Fitzwater Ely Chester Salsbury Lester little Iohn Frier Tuck Scarlet Scathlocke and Much Frier Tuck carrying a Stags head dauncing King Gramercy Frier for thy glee Thou greatly hast contented mee What with thy sporting and thy game I sweare I highly pleased am Fri. It was my masters whole desire That maiden yeoman swaine and frier Their arts and wits should all apply For pleasure of your Maiestie Qu. Some Richard looke I pray you on the ring That was about the necke of the last stagge Chest. Was his name Scarlet that shot off his necke Iohn Chester it was this honest fellow Scarlet This is the fellowe and a yeoman bold As euer courst the swift Hart on the molde King Frier here 's somewhat grau'd vpon the Ring I pray thee reade it Meane while list to mee This while most compassing the Frier about the Ring Scarlet and Scathlock you bold bretheren Twelue pence a day I giue each for his fee And hence forth see yee liue like honest men Both We will my Liege else-let vs dye the death Much A boone a boone vpon my knee Good king Richard I begge of thee For indeede sir the troth is Much is my father and hee is one of your tenants in Kings Mill at Wakefield all on a greene O there dwelleth a iolly pinder at Wakefield all on a greene Now I would haue you if you wil doe so much for mee to set mee forward in the way of marriage to Iinny the mill would not be cast away vpon vs King Much be thou euer master of that mill I giue it thee for thine inheritance Much Thanks pretious Prince of curtesie I le to Inny and tell her of my lands yfaith Exit Ioh. Here Frier here here it begins Fri. read When Harold hare-foote raigned king About my necke he put this ring King In Harolds time more than a hundred yeare Hath this ring bene about this newe slaine Deere I am sory now it dyde but let the same Head ring and all be sent to Notingham And in the Castle kept for monuments Fitz. My Liege I heard an olde tale long agoe That Harold being Goodwins sonne of Kent When he had got faire Englands gouernment Hunted for pleasure once within this wood And singled out a faire and stately Stagge Which foote to foote the king in running caught And sure this was the Stagge King It was no doubt Chest. But some my Lord affirme That Iulius Caesar many yeares before Tooke such a Stag and such a Poesie writ King It should not be in Iulius Caesars time There was no English vsed in this Land Untill the Saxons came and this is writ In Saxon characters Ioh. Well 't was a goodly beast ¶ Enter Robin Hoode King How now earle Robert Fri, A forfet a forfet my liege Lord My masters lawes are on record The Court-roll here your Grace may see King I pray thee Frier read them mee Fri. One shall suffice and this is hee No man that commeth in this wod To feast or dwell with Robin Hood Shall call him Earle Lord Knight or Squire He no such titles doth desire But Robin Hood plaine Robin Hoode That honest yeoman stout and good On paine of forfetting a marke That must be paid to mee his Clarke My liege my liege this lawe you broke Almost in the last word you spoke That crime may not acquited bee Till Frier Tuck receiue his fee Casts him purse King There 's more than twenty marks mad Frier Fri. If thus you pay the Clarke his hire Oft may you forfet I desire You are a perfect penitent And well you doe your wrong repent For this your Highnesse liberall gift I here absolue you without shrift King Gramercies Frier Now Robin Hood Sith Robin Hood it needes must bee I was about to aske before If thou didst see the great Stags fall Rob. I did my Lord I sawe it all But missing this same prating Frier And hearing you so much desire To haue the lozels companie I went to seeke Small honestie Fri. But you found much when you found mee Rob. I Much my man but not a iot Of honestie in thee God wot Qu. Robin you doe abuse the Frier Fri. Madam I dare not call him lyer He may be bold with mee he knowes How now Prince Iohn how goes how goes This wod-mans life with you to day My fellow Wodnet you would bee Ioh. I am thy fellowe thou dost see And to be plaine as God me saue So well I like thee merry knaue That I thy company must haue Nay and I will Fri. Nay and you shall Rob. My Lord you neede not feare at all But you shall haue his company He will be bold I warrant you King Know you where ere a spring is nie Faine would I drink I am right dry Rob. I haue a drinke within my bower Of pleasing taste and soueraigne power My reuerend vncle giues it mee To giue vnto your Maiestie King I would be loath indeede being in heate To drinke cold water Let vs to thy bower Ro. Runne Frier before bid my vnkle be in readines Fr. Gon with a trice on such good businesse Exeūt omnes SCEANE V. ¶ Enter Marian with a white apron Mar. What Much What Iinny Much I say Much What 's the matter mistresse Mar. I pray thee see the fueller Suffer the cooke to want no wodde Good Lord where is this idle girle Why Iinny Within I come forsooth Mar. I pray thee bring the flowers forth Much I le goe send her mistres and help the cookes if they haue any neede Exit Much Mar. Dispatch good Much What Iin I say ¶ Enter linny Much Hie yee hie yee she cals for life Mar. Indeede indeede you doe me wrong To let me cry and call so long Iin. Forsooth I strawed the dining bowers And smoth'd the walkes with hearbes flowers The yeomens tables I haue spred Drest salts laid trenchers set on bread Nay all is well I warrant you Mar. You are not well I promise you Your foresleeues are not pind fie fie And all your

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

to Windsor take this ring Bid Blunt deliuer Bruses wife and childe Into your hands and aske him for the key Of the darke tower ore the dungeon vault In that see you shut vp the dam and brat Pretend to Blunt that you haue left them meat Will serue some sennight and vnto him say It is my will you bring the key away And here you sir I charge you on your life You doe not leaue a bit of bread with them Brand I warrant you let me alone Ki. Come backe againe with all the speede you may Hugh Some cruell taske is pointed for that slaue Which he will execute as cruelly Kin. No ruth no pittie shall haue harbour here Till faire Matilda be within these armes Enter Oxford with the Queene Oxf. Comfort my Lord comfort my gratious Lord Your loue is come againe Ki. Ah Oxford where Ox. Here my dread Soueraigne Kin. Thou ly'st she is not there Ox. Under correction you wrong my age Say I beseech you is not this the Queene Kin. I cry you mercie Oxford t is indeede Where is Matilda Qu. Where vertue chastitie and innocence remain there is Matilda King How comes she pray to be so chaste so faire so vertuous in your eye Qu. She freed me from my foes and neuer vrg'd My great abuse when she was prisoner Kin. What did you to her Qu. Raild vpon her first Then tare her haire and rent her tender cheekes K. O heauen was not the day darke at that foule deed Could the sunne see without a red eclipse The purple teares fall from those tyrant wounds Out Aethiope Gypsie thick lipt Blackamoore Wolfe Tygresse worse than either of them both Ox. Are you aduis'd my Lord K. Out doting Earle Couldst thou endure to see such violence Ox. I tell you plaine my Lord I brookt it not But staid the tempest K. Rend my loues cheekes that matchlesse Effigie Of wonder-working natures chiefest worke Teare her rich haire to which gold wyres Sunnes rayes and best of best compares In their most pride haue no comparison Abuse her name Matildaes sacred name O barbarous outrage rudenesse mercilesse Qu. I told you Oxford you mistooke the king Ox. I did indeede my liege Lord giue me leaue To leaue the Campe K. Away old foole and take with thee that trull For if she stay Ox. Come Ladie come away Tempt not his rage ruine wrath alwaies brings Lust being lord there is no trust in kings Exit ¶ Enter Mowbray Mou. To armes king Iohn Fitzwaters field is pitcht About some mile hence on a champain plaine Chester hath drawne our souldiers in array The wings already haue begun the fight K. Thither we will with wings of vengeance fly And winne Matilda or loose victory Exeunt Enter Ladie Bruse and Brand La. Why did my keeper put vs in thy hands Wherein haue we offended Blunt or thee Brand You neede not make these words You must remooue your Iodging this is all Be not afeard come come here is the doore L. O God how darke it is Brand Goe in goe in it s higher vp the staires La. My trembling heart forbids mee to goe in O if thou haue compassion tell me true What my poore boy and I must trust vnto Brand I tell thee true compassion is my foe Yet haue I bad of thee compassion Take in thy childe as I haue faith or troth Thou and thy boy shall be but prisoners And I must daily bring you meat and drinke La. Well thou hast sworn and God so giue thee light As in this darke place thou remembrest vs Poore heart thou laughst and hast not wit to thinke Upon the many feares that me afflict I will not in helpe vs assist vs Blunt We shall be murdred in a dungeon Brand Cry without cause I le haue yee in yfaith La. O let my boy and I but dine with Blunt And then I will with patience goe in Br. Will ye or nill yee zounds ye must goe in And neuer dine La. What saiest thou neuer dine Bra. No not with Blunt I meane Goe in I say Or by this hand yee get no meat to day La. My childe is hungry When shall he haue meat Bra. Why and ye would goe in immediately La. I will goe in but very much I doubt Nor I nor my poore bay shall ere come out Exit Hee seemes to locke a doore Br. Nere while yee liue yfaith now are they sure Cry till their hearts ake no man can them heare A miserable death is famishment But what care I the king commaunded me Alarum within excursions Enter Fitzwater Bruse Fitz. Now doth faire fortune offer hope of speede But howsoere we speede good cosin Bruse March with three hundred bowes pikes to Windsor Spreading a rumour that the day is ours As ours it shall be with the helpe of heauen Blunt loues our part farre better than the king's And will I gage my life vpon the newes Surrender vp the Castle to our vse By this means shall you helpe vs to a holde How ere it chance set free your Lady mother That liues in prison there with your young brother Br. Away good vnkle to the battel goe But that a certaine good insues I knowe For all the world I would not leaue you so Fitz. Away away God send thee Windsor vs this happie day Alarum still Enter Hughbert Hu. You cannot hide your selfe Matilda no disguise Will serue the turne now must you to the king And all these warres will with your presence cease Yield you to him hee soone will yield to peace Ma. They say thou took'st some pittie of a childe The king appointing thee to seare his eyes Men doe report thee to be iust of word Aud a deare louer of my Lord the king If thou didst that if thou be one of these Pittie Matilda prostrate at thy feete Hugh I sau'd young Arthurs eyes and pittie thee My word is iust which I haue giuen the king The king I loue and thee I knowe he loues Compare these then how can I pleasure thee Ma. By letting me escape to Dunmow Abbey Where I will end my life a votary Hu. And the king die with doting on thy loue Mat. No no this fire of lust would be soone laide If once he knewe me sworne a holy maid Hu. Thy teares and loue of vertue haue the power To make me at an instant true and false True to distressed beautie and rare chastitie False to king Iohn that holds the sight of thee Dearer than England or earths Emperie Goe happie soule that in so ill an age Hast such faire beautie for thy heritage Yet goe not so alone Dost heare tall souldier Call a Souldier I know thee honest guide this gentle maid To Dunmow Abbey she is one I knowe I will excuse thee and content thee well My signet take that yee may passe vnsearcht Mat. Kinde Hubert many prayers for this good deede Shall on my beads be daily numbered ¶ Enter Lester Richmond Fitzwater Lest. O trebble