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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

priuiledge Now out vpon shee out Holy Saint Catherine shield my virginitie I neuer stoode in such extreamitie Hu. My Lord the Abbesse lyes I warrant you For I haue heard there is a Monke of Bury That once a weake comes thither to make merry Kin. Content thee Hubert that same monke and she And the worst come my instruments shall be Good Ladie Abbesse feare no violence There 's not one here shall offer you offence Fitz. Daughter all this while teares my speach haue staid My Lord the King Lords all draw neare I pray And heare a poore mans parting from his childe Matilda still my vnstaind honours ioy Faire Ornament of old Fitzwaters coat Borne to rich fortunes did not this ill age Bereaue thee of thy birth-rights heritage Thou seest our Soueraigne Lord of both our liues A long besieger of thy chastitie Hath scattred all our forces slaine our friends Raced our Castles left vs nere a house Wherein to hide vs from his wrathfull eye Yet God prouides France is appointed mee And thou find'st house-roome in this Nunry Here if the king should dote as he hath done It s sacriledge to tempt a holy Nunne But I haue hope he will not yet my feare So drownes my hope as I am forst to stay And leaue abruptly what I more would say Mat. O goe not yet my grieu'd hearts comforter I am as valiant to resist desire As euer thou wert worthie in the field Iohn may attempt but if Matilda yield O then Fitz. I then Matilda thou dost loose The former glorie of thy chast resolues These seauen years hast thou bid a Martyrs pains Resisting in thy selfe lust-growing fier For being mortall sure thou hadst desire And fiue sad winters haue their full course runne Since thou didst bury noble Huntington In these years many months and many daies Haue bene consum'd thy vertues to consume Gifts haue bene heralds Pandars did presume To tempt thy chast eares with their vnchast tongues All in effect working to no effect For I was still the watchman of thy tower The keeper of fowle wormes from my faire flower But now no more no more Fitzwater may Defend his poore Lambe from the Lyons prey Thy order and thy holy prayers may To helpe thee thou hast priuiledge by lawe Therefore be resolute and nobly die Abhorre base lust defend thy chastitie K. Dispatch Fitzwater hinder not thy childe Many preferments doe on her awaite Fitz. I girle I know thou shalt be offerd wealth Which is a shrewde inticement in sad want Great honours to lift vp thy lowe estate And glorious titles to eternize thee Al these doe but gild ouer vgly shame Such wealth my child foreruns releaselesse need Such honour euer prooues dishonourate For titles none comes neare a vertuous name O keepe it euer as thou hast done yet And though these darke times should forget thy praise An age will come that shall eternize it Bid me farewell and speake it in a word Ma. Farewell deare father Fitz. Oh farewell sweete childe My Liege farewell Lester Richmond Hughbert Chester and Mowbray friends and foes farewell Matilda see thou keepe thy spotlesse fame And liue eterniz'd els die soone with shame Exit Na Amen amen father adieu adieu Griefe dwels with mee sweete comfort follow you Ab. Come daughter come this is a wofull sight When good endeauours are opprest by might Exeunt from aboue Abbesse Matilda K. Ah Hubert seest thou not the sunne go downe Clowdy and darke Matilda stay one word She shakes her head and scornefully saies nay Rich. How cheer'st thou Lester Lest. Mad man at my state That cannot raise true honour ruinate Enter Messenger King I will not be disdeignd I vowe to see Quick vengeance on this girle for scorning me Mess. Yoūg Bruse my Lord hath gotten Windsor castle Slaine Blunt your Constable and those that kept it And finding in a tower his mother dead With his young brother staru'd and famished That euery one may see the rufull sight In the thick wall he a wide windowe makes And as he found them so he lets them be A spectacle to euery commer by That heauen and earth your tyrant shame may see All people cursing crying fie vpon The tyrant mercilesse inhumane Iohn Ki. Chester and Mowbray march away to Windsor Suppresse that traitor Bruse What if his dam In wilfull fury would receiue no meat Nor suffer her young childe any to eat Is it our fault Haste yee with speede away And we wil followe goe be gon I pray Exit Ch. Mow. Hu. O black and wofull deede O pittous thing When slaues attend the fierce thoughts of a king Lest. My Lord shall we goe too Kin. Lester and Richmond I I pray yee doe Lest. Get I my Beare ragged staffe once more Rais'd in the field for these wrongs some shall roare Exit RIchmond Lester K. Fetch in the Monke of Bury that I talkt off Exit Hubert for the Monke And bid Will Brand my instrument of death Come likewise in Conuert to raging hate Monke Hugh Brand enter My long resisted loue Welcome good Monke Mon. Thanks to my Liege K. Thou hast bene long in sute To be installed Abbot of your house And in your fauour many friends haue stird Now is the hower that you shall be preferd Upon condition and the matter small Short shrift to make good honest Confessor I loue a faire Nunne now in Dunmow Abbey The Abbesse loues you and you pleasure her Now if betweene you two this prettie Ladie Could be perswaded to affect a king Your sute is graunted and on Dunmowe Abbey I will bestowe a hundred markes a yeare Mon. A holy Nunne a young Nunne and a Lady Deare ware my Lord yet bid you well as may be Strike hands a bargaine she shall be your owne Or if she will not Ki. Nay if she doe refuse I le send a deaths-man with you this is hee If she be wilfull leaue her to his hands And on her owne head be her hasted end Mon. The matter shall be done K. Sirra what poysons haue you readie Brand Store store K. Awaite on the monke then and ere we take horse I le giue you such instructions as you neede Hughbert prepare to Windsor with our hoast Exit King Monke Hu. Your tyrannies haue lost my loue almost And yet I cannot chuse but loue eternally This wanton king repleat with crueltie O how are all his princely vertues staind With lust abhorred and lasciuious heate Which kindling first to fire nowe in a flame Shewes to the whole world clearely his fowle shame To quench this flame full many a tide of teares Like ouerflowing full seas haue bene spent And many a dry land drunke with humane blood Yet nothing helps his passions violent Rather they adde oyle to his raging fire Heate to his heate desire to his desire Somewhat I feare is now a managing For that prodigious bloodie stigmatique Is neuer cald vnto his kingly sight But like a Comet he portendeth still

heat of honour toyle and rage How cheeres earle Richmond Fitzwater speake old man We are now neere together answere mee Fitz. Lester the more our woe The likelier to be taken by the foe Rich. O let not such a thought abuse thy age Wee le neuer yield vs to the tyrants rage Fitz. But if my girle be yielded Lest. If she be Fitz. I I there 's no man but shall haue his time to dy Lest. Now is our hower which they shall dearly buy ¶ Enter king Hugh Chester Mowbray Rich. Lester wee le stand like three Battalions What saies our noble Generall theretoo Fitz. Why I say doe while I can I le keepe my place with you King How now my bug-beare will ye now submit Lest. To death but not to thee Kin. Richmond nor you Rich. Earle Richmond will not yield K. Me thinkes Fitzwater you should haue more wit Fitz. If it be wit to liue I haue no will And so in this my will orerules my wit Ki. Alarum then with weapons will We scourge your desperate will and teach yee to haue wit Fight driue back the king a Withdrawe K. Of high heroicke spirits be they all We will withdrawe a litle and conferre For they are circled round and cannot scape Rich. O that we three who in the suns arise Were like the three Triumuirates of Rome Guids of an hoast able to vanquish Rome Are not alone inclos'd with enemies Fitz. The glorie of the world hath no more stay But as it comes it fleetes and fades away Lest. Courage and let vs die they come againe It s Lord Hugh Burgh alone Hughbert what newes Hu. This daies fierce slaughter Iohn our King lamēts And to you three great leaders of an hoast That now haue not a man at all to leade You worthie captaines without companies Lest. Fitzwarer Richmond by the blessed Sunne Lord Hubert mocks vs Hu. By the Moone I doe not and put the blessed too 't It is as good an oath as you haue sworne My heart grieues that so great hearts as yours be Should put your fortunes on a sort of slaues That bring base feare within them to the field But to the matter Sith your state is such That without mercie you are sure of death Which I am sure and wel his Highnesse knowes You doe not feare at all yet he giues grant On iust conditions you shall saue your liues Fitz. On no condition will I saue my life Except Matilda be returnd againe Unblemisht vnabus'd and then I yield Hugh She now is where she neuer will returne Fitz. Neuer O God! is my Matilda dead Hugh Deade to the world dead to this woe she is She liues at Dunmow and is vowd a Nunne Fitz. Doe not delude me Hubert gentle sonne Hugh By all the faith and honour of my kin By my vnstain'd alleagiance to the king By my owne word that hath reproouelesse bin She is at Dunmow Fitz. O how came she there Hu. When all these fields were walks for rage fear This howling like a head of hungry wolues That scudding as a heard of frighted deere When dust arising like a cole blacke fogge From friend diuided friend ioynd foe to foe Yet neither those nor these could either know Til here and there through large wide mouthed woūds Proud life euen in the glorie of his heat Losing possession belcht forth streames of blood Whose spouts in falling made ten thousand drops And with that purple shower the dust alaid At such a time met I the trembling maid Seeming a doue from all her fellowes parted Seene knowne and taken vnseene vnknowne To any other that did knowe vs both At her entreats I sent her safely guided To Dunmow Abbey and the guide returnd Assures me she was gladfully receiu'd Pittied and in his sight did take her oath Fitz Hubert for this thy honourable deede I and my house will reuerence thy name Hu. Yet I beseech you hide it from the king At least that I conuaid her to the place Enter King Mowbray Chester Fitz. Hubert I will Ki. What stand they still on tearmes Lest. On honourable tearmes on tearms of right Our liues without our libertie we scorne King You shall haue life and libertie I sweare Lest. Then Lester bowes his knee to his liege Lord And humbly begs his Highnesse to beware Of wronging innocence as he hath done Rich. The like Richmond desires yields his sword Kin. I doe imbrace ye both and hold my selfe Richer by a whole Realm in hauing you Fitz. Much is my wrong yet I submit with these Begging free leaue to liue a priuate life King Old brands of malice in thy bosome rest Thou shalt haue leaue to leaue mee neuer doubt Fitzwater see thou shippe thee straight for France And neuer set thy foote on English shore Till I repeale thee Goe goe hence in peace Lest. Why doth your Highnesse wrong Fitzwater thus King I right his wrong he 's wearie of the land Rich. Not of the land but of a publike life Kin. Content ye Lords in such quick times as these We must not keepe a drone among our bees Fitz. I am as glad to goe as you to send Yet I beseech this fauour of your Grace That I may see Matilda ere I part Ki. Matilda See Matilda if thou canst Before Sunne set stay not another day The Abbey wals that shrowd my happy child Appeare within her haplesse fathers sight Farewell my Soueraigne Lester Richmond Lords Farewell to all griefe giues no way to words King Fitzwater stay Lords giue vs leaue a while Hubert goe you before vnto the Abbesse And signifie our comming let her bring Exit Hubert Matilda to her father Come old man Be not too froward and we shall be friends About this girle our mortall warres began And if thou wilt here all our quarrell ends Fitz. Reserue my honour and my daughters fame And no poore subiect that your Grace commands Shall willinger submit obey and serue K. Do then but this Perswade thy beautious child To leaue the Nunry and returne to Court And I protest from hence forth to for sweare All such conceipts of lust as I haue borne Fitz. I will my Lord doe all that I may doe But giue me leaue in this to doubt of you K. This small thing graunt and aske me any thing Or else die in exile loath'd of the King Fitz. You shall perceiue I will doe what I may Enter on the wall Abbesse Matilda Hu. Matilda is afraid to leaue the house But loe on yonder battlement she stands But in no case will come within your hands K. What will my Lady Abbesse warres with vs Speake Ladie wherefore shut you vp your gates Ab. Haue we not reason when an hoast of men Hunt and pursue religious chastitie King Iohn bethinke thee what thou tak'st in hand On paine of interdiction of thy Land Murdrers and fellons may haue sanctuary And shall not honorable maids distrest Religious virgins holy Nunnes profest Haue that small

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

Oxford Queene Abbesse attendants Ox And say you Ladie Abbesse that there came One from the King vnto her what was hee Ab. Yonder he stands I know not what he is Still he stands staring Q. Iesus haue mercy Oxford come not nigh him Ox. Not nigh him Madame yes keepe you away Ab. Come in good Queene I doe not mean to stay Exit Ab. Nor I to stirre before I see the end Ox. Why starest thou thus speake fellow answer me Who art thou Bra. A bloodie villaine and a murderer A hundred haue I slaine with mine owne hands T was I that staru'd the Ladie Bruse to death And her young sonne at Windsor Castle late T is I haue slaine Matilda blessed maid And now will hurry to damnations mouth Forst by the gnawing worme of conscience Runs in Ox. Hold him for gods sake stay the desperate wretch Ma. O some good pittying man compassionate That wretched man so woefull desperate Saue him for gods sake he hath set me free From much worlds woe much wrong much miserie Qu. I heare thy tongue true perfect charitie Chaste maide faire maide looke vp and speake to mee Ma. Whos 's here my gracious soueraigne Isabell I will take strength and kneele Qu. Matilda sit I le kneele to thee Forgiue me gētle girle My most vngentle wrongs Ma. Faire beautious Queene I giue god thankes I doe not thinke on wrongs Ox. How now Fitzwaters childe how dost thou girle Ma. Well my good Lord of Oxford prettie well A little trauell more and I shall rest For I am almost at my iorneyes end O that my head were rais'd a little vp My drousie head whose dim decaying lights Assure me it is almost time to sleep Raise her heade I thanke your Hignesse I haue now some ease Be witnesse I beseeth your Maiestie That I forgiue the King with all my heart With all the little of my liuing heart That giues me leaue to say I can forgiue And I beseech high heauen he long may liue A happie King a king beloou'd and feard Oxford for gods sake to my father write The latest commendations of his childe And say Matilda kept his Honours charge Dying a spotlesse maiden vndefilde Bid him be glad for I am gone to ioy I that did turne his weale to bitter woe The king and he will quickly now growe friends And by their friendshippe much content will growe Sinke earth to earth fade flower ordaind to fade But passe forth soule vnto the shrine of peace Beg there attonement may be quickly made Faire Queene kinde Oxford all good you attend Fly forth my soule heauens king be there thy friend Ox. O pittie mourning sight age pittilesse Are these the messages king Iohn doth send Keepe in my teares for shame your conduits keepe Sad woe beholding eyes no will ye not Why then a Gods name weepe Sit. Qu. I cannot weepe for wrath here here take in The blessed bodie of this noble maid In milke white cloathing let the same be laid Exeunt with the bodie Upon an open biere that all may see King Iohns vnkingly lust and crueltie Ox. I be it so Your selfe if so you please Will I attend vpon and both vs waite On chast Matildaes bodie which with speede To Windsor Castle we will hence conuey There is another spectacle of ruth Old Bruses famisht Ladie and her sonne Qu. There is the king besieging of young Bruse His Lords are there who when they see this sight I know will haue small heart for Iohn to fight Ox. But where 's the murderer ha is not he staid Ser. Borne with a violent rage he clim'd a tree And none of vs could hinder his intent But getting to the top boughes fast he tied His garters to his necke and a weake branch Which being vnable to sustaine his weight Downe to the ground he fell where bones and flesh Lie pasht together in a poole of bloode Ox. Alas for woe but this is iust heauens doome On those that liue by bloode in bloode they die May an example of it honest friends Doe well take paines beware of crueltie Come Madam come to Windsor let vs goe And there to Bruses griefe adde greater woe Exeunt Enter Bruse vpon the walles Bru. Will not my bitter bannings and sad plaints My iust and execrable execrations My teares my prayers my pittie-mouing mones Preuaile thou glorious bright Lampe of the day To cause thee keepe an obit for their soules And dwell one month with the Antipodes Bright sunne retire gylde not this vault of death With thy illustrate raies retyre retyre And yield black night thy Empery a while A little while till as my teares be spent My bloode be likewise shed in raining drops By the tempestuous rage of tyrant Iohn Learne of thy loue the morning she hath wept Shower vpon shower of siluer deawie teares High trees lowe plants and prettie little flowers Witnesse her woe on them her griefe appeares And as shee dreepes on them they doe not let By droppe and droppe their mother earth to wet See these hard stones how fast small rouelets Issue from them though they seeme issuelesse And wet eyed woe on euery thing is viewde Saue in thy face that smil'st at my distresse O doe not drinke their teares thus greedily Yet let the mornings mourning garment dwell Upon the sad earth Wilt thou not thou churle Then surfet with thy exhalations speedily For all earths venemous infecting wormes Haue belcht their seuerall poysons on the fields Mixing their simples in thy compound draught Well Phoebus well drinke on I say drinke on But when thou dost vngorge thee grant me this Thou power those poysons on the head of Iohn Drum Enter Chester Mowbray Souldiers Lester Richmond at an other Souldiers Bru. How now my Lords were ye last night so pleasd With the beholding of that propertie Which Iohn and other murderers haue wrought Upon my starued mother and her sonne That you are come againe Shall I againe Set open shop shew my dead ware deare bought Of a relentlesse merchant that doth trade On the red sea swolne mightie with the bloud Of noble vertuous harmelesse innocents Whose cole black vessell is of Ebonie Their shrouds tackle wrought wou'n by wrong Stretcht with no other gale of winde but griefe Whose sighes with full blasts beateth on her shrouds The Master murder is the Pilot shame The Mariners rape theft and periury The burden tyrannous oppression Which howerly he in England doth vnlade Say shall I open shop and shewe my wares Lest. No good Lord Bruse we haue enough of that Drum Enter king Hubert Souldiers Ki. To Windsor welcome Hubert Soft me thinks Bruse and our Lords are at a parly now Br. Chester and Mowbray you are Iohns sworn friends Will you see more Speake answere me my Lords I am no niggard you shall haue your fill Both We haue too much and surfet with the woe Br. Are you all full Here comes a rauening kite That both at quick at deade