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Latest Release: Chapter 1 : A Select Collection of Old English Plays.by Robert Dodsley.INTRODUCTION.THOMAS RAWLINS,
A Select Collection of Old English Plays.by Robert Dodsley.INTRODUCTION.THOMAS RAWLINS, author of "The Rebellion," was a medallist by profession, and afterwards became an engraver of the Mint, a vocation which, in his preface, he prefers to the threadba
- 501 RED. You sp-sp-speak like an honest ge-ge-gentleman, re-re-rest you me-me-merry! co-co-come, my f-f-friends, I be-believe h-h-he r-ran by the g-g-garden w-wall toward the wa-water side.[_Exeunt running_.GLO. This fellow is of the humour I would choose my
- 502 Well, farewell he, better and better still, These seek for me; yet I will have my will.SCENE THE NINETEENTH._Enter_ PRINCE JOHN, PRINCE RICHARD, _and the_ SHERIFF.JOHN. Sheriff, in any case be diligent.Who's yonder? Fauconbridge? GLO. How now, sweet
- 503 JOHN. Where's Gloster, Fauconbridge?FAU. Sweet prince, I know not.JOHN. Come, jest not with me: tell me where he is?FAU. I never saw him since the Parl'ament.JOHN. Impudent liar, didst thou not even now Say thou wouldst fetch him? Hadst thou not
- 504 I am no tavern-h[a]unter, I can tell thee.DRA. But my master hath taken many a fair pound Of your man Block; he was here to-day, sir, And emptied[500] two bottles of nippitate[501] sack.GLO. Well, fill us of your nippitate, sir; This is well chanced. But
- 505 SCENE THE TWENTY-THIRD._Enter_ JOHN, RICHARD, FAUCONBRIDGE, SHERIFFS, _and_ OFFICERS.SKINK. Now, fortune, help or never. They come--_and ye were a prince, as ye say ye are, ye would be ashamed to abuse a poor servant thus; but and if ye were not of the bl
- 506 PUR. O, sir, 'tis too true, too true, too true. O Lord.DRA. And there he call'd for a pint of sack, as good sack (I'll be pos'd upon all the books that ever opened and shut), as any in all Christendom.FAU. Body of me, I come and call f
- 507 JOHN. There shall I know where this d.a.m.ned Gloster is, I'll have the devils rous'd to find that devil, O[r] else I'll conjure the old conjuror.I'll to Blackheath, and there with friends conspire, But I'll have Gloster's he
- 508 BLO. Very sick, sick, and like to die! I'll sing it, and you will.ROB. Away, ye knave; tell him, in the morning I'll humbly wait upon his excellence.BLO. That's all his desire to have ye lowly and humble, and 'tis a courteous thing in
- 509 JOHN. You find it on her lips: but, forward, sir.SKINK. 'Twas Skink in Gloster's gown, whom you did visit, That play'd at bowls, and after stole your clothes, While you went into the Lord Morton's chamber.JOHN. This savours of some tru
- 510 [_Enters_.What's here? a beard? a counterfeited hair?The hermit's portesse,[511] garments, and his beads?Jesus defend me! I will fly this den; It's some thief's cave, no haunt for holy men.What, if the murderer (as I guess him one) Set
- 511 JOHN. A vengeance on him!GLO. Do not curse, good prince; He's bad enough, 'twere better pray for him.JOHN. I'll kill thee, and thou bid us pray for him, I'll fell [the] woods, and ring thee round with fire, Make thee an offering unto f
- 512 But now I shall have ease; here comes the saint, To whom such suit was made.BLO. My lady gentlewoman is even here in her privity-walk. Madam, here's the merchant's wife was here yesterday would speak with ye.O, I was somewhat bold to bring her i
- 513 Come to my closet, girl, make much of me; We'll appoint a meeting-place some twice a week, And I'll maintain thee like a lady, ha!LADY F. O, but you will forget me presently, When you look well upon your lady's beauty.FAU. Who? upon her? wh
- 514 FAU. Nay, do not weep: pardon me, gentle lady; I know thee virtuous, and I do protest Never to have an evil thought of thee.ROB. Aye, aye, ye swear; who's that that will believe ye?FAU. Now, by my halidom and honest faith, This gentlewoman shall witn
- 515 RICH. There it is.GLO. Falls it so heavy? then my heart is light.RICH. Thou'lt have a heavy heart before thou touch it.Theft shrin'd in holy weeds, stand to't, y'are best.GLO. And if I do not, seeing such a prey, Let this be to me a di
- 516 Had my staff held, thou hadst not 'scap'd me so.But come not near me, fellow, thou art not[534] best, Holla, Earl Leicester! holla, huntsmen, ho!GLO. Upon my life, old Lancaster, a-hunting, Hath met my fellow-hermit. Could I meet him, I'd p
- 517 GLO. Leicester, do not come near me; For, if thou do, thou shalt buy it dearly.LEI. I'll have thy hand for this.GLO. Not for thy heart.SKINK. Brave Earl, had Skink known thou hadst been the n.o.ble Gloster (whose mad tricks have made me love thee), I
- 518 JOHN. Whither ye will; I care not, where I go.If grief will grace it, I'll adorn the show.FAU. Come, madam; we must thither; we are bound.LADY.[538] I'm loth to see the court, Gloster being from thence, Or kneel to him that gave us this offence.
- 519 SKINK. Swounds, do; would I had one. [_Aside_.QUEEN. Do not, I prythee, keep thy proud heart still.GLO. I'll wear it but to cross thy froward will.HEN. Sit down, and take thy place.GLO. It's the low earth; To her I must, from her I had my birth.
- 520 Had you it, brother Gloster? G.o.d's good mercy!HEN. And what have you to say?BLO. Nothing, sir, But G.o.d bless you! you are a goodly company!Except Sir Richard[543] or my lady will command me Any more service.FAU. Away, you prating knave! hence, va
- 521 QUEEN. Harry, off with his hand, then with his head.FAU. By the red rood, I cannot choose but weep, Come love or hate, my tears I cannot keep.QUEEN. When comes this ling'ring executioner?JOHN. An executioner, an executioner!HEN. Call none, till we ha
- 522 FAU. Now, by my halidom, a virtuous deed!HEN. Father, you see your most rebellious son, Stricken with horror of his horrid guilt, Requesting sentence fitting his desert: O, tread upon his head, that trod [upon]Your heart: I do deliver up all dignity, Crow
- 523 Flowers of prime, pearles couched in gold, sonne of our day that gladdeneth the hart of them that shall yo'r s.h.i.+ning beames behold, salue of eche sore, recure of euery smart, in whome vertue and beautie striueth soe that neither yeldes: loe here
- 524 [37] [Mine almighty.--MS.][38] [This, and the three following lines, are not in the MSS.][39] [In creeping thorough all her veins within, That she thereby shall raise much ruth and woe.--MS.][40] [This, and the five preceding lines, are not in the MSS.][4
- 525 [59] [The second Chorus to leave off abruptly with this word, the third Chorus taking up the narrative.][60] A compliment to Queen Elizabeth.--_S.P_.It was, as Mr Steevens observes, no uncommon thing to introduce a compliment to Queen Elizabeth in the bod
- 526 Marston's "What You Will," act ii. sc. 1-- "Think'st thou a libertine, _an ungiv'd_ beast, Scornes not the shackles of thy envious clogs?"Milton's "Samson Agonistes," l. 1092-- "Dost thou already sing
- 527 [95] Afterwards purchased by Mr Collier.[96] [This does not appear quite to follow. In a poem, "Upon London Physicians," written about 1620, and quoted in "Inedited Poetical Miscellanies," edit. Hazlitt, 1870, sig. Ff 5, he is mentione
- 528 [128] Old copy, metals.[129] An early instance of an echo of this kind upon the stage is to be found in Peele's "Arraignment of Paris," 1584. Mr D'Israeli has an entertaining essay upon them in his "Curiosities of Literature,"
- 529 [165] See vol. iv. p. 80, respecting the _razors of Palermo.--Collier_.[Mr Collier's suggested retention of _shave_, the reading of the old copy, I cannot support.][166] "_Phlegon's_ hot breath" is mentioned in "Fuimus Troes;"
- 530 COMEDY. Nefarious hag, begin; And let us tug, till one the mast'ry win.ENVY. Comedy, thou art a shallow goose; I'll overthrow thee in thine own intent, And make thy fall my comic merriment.COMEDY. Thy policy wants gravity; thou art too weak.Spea
- 531 [234] [Old copies read _when_.] [235] So second edit. First edit., _in the_. [236] So second edit. Not in first edit. [237] [Meaning a tavern of that name.] [238] Sheathe your sword. [239] Edits., _me_. [240] [Old copy, _Hes_.] Read, for the metre, _He
- 532 we find, "_Pingle_, to pick ones food, to eat squeamishly:" and in Moors "Suffolk Words" is a similar explanation. See also Jamiesons "Et. Dict. of Scott. Lang." [282] So second edit. Not in first edit. [283] So second edit.
- 533 [329] Read, for the metre, _Shee is_.[330] A recollection perhaps of Shakespeare's "Romeo and Juliet,"act iii. sc. 5-- "If I would the fool were married to her grave!"[331] i.e., Honest. [332] i.e., Deny.[333] Read, for the metre,
- 534 [378] So second edit. First edit., _asgoe_. [379] [Old copies, _boye_.] [380] It would seem that something is wanting after this speech, unless we are to suppose that here the Boy lies down and falls asleep, and that he wakens on the second entrance of Ho
- 535 [427] Second edit. _you_. [428] So second edit. First edit. _weere_. [429] [Old edits., _carerie_.] [430] So second edit. First edit., _shrowdly_. [431] Second edit., _me_--wrongly, as appears from what follows. [432] Edits., _be_. [433] i.e., Ill-will.
- 536 [477] Old copy, _you_. [478] Old copy, _Richards_. [479] [Old copy, _us_.] [480] Succeed. [481] Perhaps the dance so called is meant. [482] [Old copy, _them_.] [483] [Old. copy, _ye spoke_.] [484] Old copy, _rove_. [485] i.e., From the time of the Confe
- 537 [527] This seems to be some popular and well-understood allusion--well understood then, but now obscure enough; nor does Steevenss explanation help us much. See "Pop. Antiq. of Gr. Britain," 1870, iii. 322. [528] An allusion to an old proverb. [
- 538 A Select Collection of Old English Plays.Vol. VIII.by Various.SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT.EDITION. _A pleasant Comedie, called Summer's last will and Testament. Written by Thomas Nash. Imprinted at London by Simon Stafford, for Water Burre_
- 539 VER. Content yourself; we'll have variety._Here enter three_ CLOWNS _and three_ MAIDS, _singing this song, dancing:-- Trip and go, heave and hoe, Up and down, to and fro; From the town to the grove, Two and two let us rove.A maying, a playing: Love h
- 540 SUM. Hypocrisy, how it can change his shape!How base is pride from his own dunghill put!How I have rais'd thee, Sol. I list not tell, Out of the ocean of adversity, To sit in height of honour's glorious heaven, To be the eyesore[43] of aspiring
- 541 But whether they logicians be or no, Cynics they are, for they will snarl and bite; Right courtiers to flatter and to fawn; Valiant to set upon the[ir] enemies; Most faithful and most constant to their friends.Nay, they are wise, as Homer witnesseth Who,
- 542 HAR. Then fetch us a cloak-bag, to carry away yourself in.SUM. Plough-swains are blunt, and will taunt bitterly.Harvest, when all is done, thou art the man: Thou dost me the best service of them all.Rest from thy labours, till the year renews, And let the
- 543 SUM. No more of this, I hate it to the death.No such deformer of the soul and sense, As is this swinish d.a.m.n'd horn drunkenness.Bacchus, for thou abusest so earth's fruits, Imprison'd live in cellars and in vaults.Let none commit their c
- 544 Vain boasters, liars, makes.h.i.+fts, they are all; Men that, removed from their ink-horn terms,[113]Bring forth no action worthy of their bread.What should I speak of pale physicians, Who as _Fismenus non nasatus_ was (Upon a wager that his friends had l
- 545 Haste therefore each degree To welcome destiny: Heaven is our heritage, Earth but a player's stage.Mount we unto the sky.I am sick, I must die.Lord, have mercy on us_!SUM. Beshrew me, but thy song hath moved me. WILL SUM. "Lord, have mercy on us
- 546 BACK-WIN. More I will use, if more I may prevail.Back-winter comes but seldom forth abroad, But when he comes, he pincheth to the proof.Winter is mild, his son is rough and stern: Ovid could well write of my tyranny, When he was banish'd to the froze
- 547 "Feb. 1597-8.--The first part of Robin Hood by Anthony Mundy."The second part of the Downfall of Earl Huntington, sirnamed Robinhood by Anthony Mundy and Henry Chettle."It is to be observed that what Henslowe mentions as "the second pa
- 548 THE DOWNFALL OF ROBERT EARL OF HUNTINGTON.ACT I, SCENE 1._Enter_ SIR JOHN ELTHAM, _and knocks at_ SKELTON'S _door_.[157]SIR JOHN. How, Master Skelton; what, at study hard?[_Opens the door_. SKEL. Welcome and wish'd-for honest Sir John Eltham.I h
- 549 [_Exeunt_.SCENE III._Enter_ ROBIN HOOD, LITTLE JOHN _following him; the one Earl of Huntington, the other his servant_, ROBIN _having his napkin on his shoulder, as if he were suddenly raised from dinner_.ROB. H. As I am outlaw'd from my fame and sta
- 550 QU. ELIN. How now, my Lord of Huntington?The mistress of your love, fair Marian, Tells us your sudden rising from the banquet Was but a humour which you mean to purge In some high tragic lines or comic jests.ROB. H. Sit down, fair queen (the prologue'
- 551 LIT. JOHN. Well, Master Sheriff, shall I pa.s.s or no?SHER. Not without search.LIT. JOHN. Then here the casket stands: Any that dares unto it set their hands, Let him begin.WIFE. Do, hisband; You are a majesty: I warrant There's old knacks, chains, a
- 552 Warman, let's in; I'll fit him presently: Only for Marian am I now his enemy.[_Exeunt_._Enter_ ROBIN, _like a citizen_.ROB. H. Earl John[177] and Warman, two good friends of mine: I think they knew me not, or if they did I care not what can foll
- 553 JOHN. In by yourself; I pa.s.s not for your spells.Of youth and beauty still you are the foe: The curse of Rosamond rests on your head, Fair Rose confounded by your cank'rous hate,[182]O, that she were not as to me she is, A mother, whom by nature I
- 554 [_Exeunt_.SCENE II._Enter_ ROBIN HOOD _and_ MATILDA _at one door_; LITTLE JOHN _and_ MUCH _the Miller's son at another door_.MUCH. Luck, I beseech thee, marry and amen!Blessing betide them! (it be them indeed) Ah, for my good lord and my little lady!
- 555 WAR. Master Friar, be brief; delay no time.Scarlet and Scathlock, never hope for life: Here is the place of execution, And you must answer law for what is done.SCAR. Well, if there be no remedy, we must: Though it ill-seemeth, Warman, thou should'st
- 556 ACT III., SCENE I._Enter_ PRINCE JOHN, _and his Lords, with Soldiers_.JOHN. Now is this comet shot into the sea, Or lies like slime upon the sullen earth.Come, he is dead, else should we hear of him.SAL. I know not what to think herein, my lord. FITZ. Ely
- 557 [_Bring forth_ ELY, _with a yard in his hand and linen cloth, dressed like a woman_.ELY. Good fellows, let me go! there's gold to drink, I am a man, though in woman's weeds.Yonder's Prince John: I pray ye, let me go.QU. MO. What rude compan
- 558 FITZ. John, I defy thee! by my honour's hope, I will not bear this base indignity!Take to thy tools! think'st thou a n.o.bleman Will be a pander to his proper[197] child?For what intend'st thou else, seeing I know Earl Chepstow's daugh
- 559 ROB. H. Well, my Matilda, and if thou agree, Nothing but mirth shall wait on thee and me.MAT. O G.o.d, how full of perfect mirth were I To see thy grief turn'd to true jollity!ROB. H. Give me thy hand; now G.o.d's curse on me light, If I forsake
- 560 TUCK. What, wench? my love?JEN. Ay, gi't me when I crave it.TUCK. Unask'd I offer; prythee, sweet girl, take it.JEN. Gifts stink with proffer: foh! Friar, I forsake it.TUCK. I will be kind. JEN. Will not your kindness kill her?TUCK. With love?JE
- 561 ROB. H. Father, I am.FITZ. G.o.d give your soul much good For this good meat Maid Marian hath given me.But hear me, master; can you tell me news, Where fair Matilda is, Fitzwater's daughter?ROB. H. Why, here she is; this Marian is she.FITZ. Why did s
- 562 Take it, I pray thee, though it be more worth._Rush in_ SIR DONCASTER _with his crew_.DON. Smite down! lay hold on outlaw'd Huntington!LIT. JOHN. Soft, hot-spurr'd priest, 'tis not so quickly done.DON. Now, out alas! the friar and the maid
- 563 PRIOR. John is incens'd; and very much, I doubt, That villain Warman hath accused me About the 'scape of Ely. Well, suppose he have, What's that to me? I am a clergyman, And all his power, if he all extend, Cannot prevail against my holy or
- 564 Six times six several brigantines he boarded, And in the greedy waves flung wounded Turks; And three times thrice the winged galley's banks (Wherein the Soldan's son was admiral) In his own person royal Richard smooth'd, And left no heathen
- 565 [_Exeunt_.JOHN. Hark how he mocks me, calling me your shade.Chester and Salisbury, shall we gather power, And keep what we have got?CHES. And in an hour Be taken, judg'd, and 'headed with disgrace.Salisbury, what say you? SAL. My lord, I bid you
- 566 ELY. Ay, sir, some few; and those my need constrains me bear to Mansfield, that I may sell them there to buy me bread.SCAR. Alas, good man! I prythee, where dost dwell?ELY. I dwell in Oxon, sir.SCAR. I know the town.MUCH. Alas, poor fellow! if thou dwell
- 567 FRIAR. Now, Sir John Eltham, what is't you would say?LIT. JOHN. Methinks, I see no jests of Robin Hood, No merry morrices of Friar Tuck, No pleasant skippings up and down the wood, No hunting-songs, no coursing of the buck.Pray G.o.d this play of our
- 568 WOM. What a noise is there?A foul shame on ye! is it you that knock'd?WAR. What, do you know me then?WOM. Whoop! who knows not you?The beggar'd, banish'd Shrieve of Nottingham, You that betray'd your master: is't not you? Yes, a s
- 569 Come, my small fellow John, You shall have half, and therefore bring in one.LIT. JOHN. No, my big fellow, honest Master Much, Take all unto yourself: I'll be no half.MUCH. Then stand: you shall be the two thieves, and I'll be the presenter.O Mas
- 570 SCATH. He says my master late Gave him his fee and livery.FRIAR. It is a leasing, credit me.How chance, sir, then you were not sworn?JOHN. What mean this groom and lozel friar, So strictly matters to inquire?Had I a sword and buckler here, You should aby
- 571 _Enter_ MUCH, _running_.MUCH. Master, fly! hide ye, mistress! we all shall be taken.ROB. H. Why, what's the matter?MUCH. The king! the king! and twelve and twenty score of horses.ROB. H. Peace, fool! we have no cause from him to fly. _Enter_ SCARLET,
- 572 [_Exeunt_._Manent_ SIR JOHN ELTHAM _and_ SKELTON.SIR JOHN. Then, Skelton, here I see you will conclude.SKEL. And reason good: have we not held too long?SIR JOHN. No, in good sadness, I dare gage my life, His highness will accept it very kindly: But, I a.s
- 573 19. The Golden a.s.s and Cupid and Psyche, by Thomas Dekker, John Day, and Henry Chettle, April 1600. Not printed.20. The Wooing of Death, by Henry Chettle. Same date. Not printed.21. The Blind Beggar of Bethnal Green, by Henry Chettle and John Day.Same d
- 574 FRIAR. Holla, holla, holla! follow, follow, follow![_Like noise within_.Now, benedicite!What foul absurdity, Folly and foolery Had like to follow me!I and my mates, Like addle-pates, Inviting great states To see our last play, Are hunting the hay, With &q
- 575 DON. Or, as I said, For ever I'll defy your company.PRIOR. Well, he shall die, and in his jollity: And in my head I have a policy To make him die disgrac'd.DON. O, tell it, Prior!PRIOR. I will, but not as now; [_Call the_ FRIAR _within_.We'
- 576 WAR. O, forgive me, G.o.d, And save my master from their b.l.o.o.d.y hands!PRIOR. What, hast thou made him sure?DON. It's dead--sure he is dead, if that be sure?PRIOR. Then let us thrust the dagger in his hand, And when the next comes, cry he kill�
- 577 FRIAR. It was my master's whole desire That maiden, yeoman, swain, and friar, Their arts and wits should all apply For pleasure of your majesty.QUEEN. Son Richard, look, I pray you, on the ring, That was about the neck of the last stag.CHES. Was his
- 578 SCENE III.[277]_Enter_ MARIAN, _with a white ap.r.o.n_.MAR. What, Much! What, Jenny! Much, I say!MUCH. What's the matter, mistress?MAR. I pray thee, see the fueller Suffer the cook to want no wood. Good Lord, where is this idle girl?Why, Jenny!JENNY
- 579 If thou look never, day can never be.What ails my Robin? Wherefore dost thou faint?ROB. H. Because I cannot stand: yet now I can.[KING _and_ MARIAN _support him_.Thanks to my king, and thanks to Marian. KING. Robin, be brief, and tell us what hath chanc&#
- 580 ELY. First I accurse thee; and if thou persist, Unto d.a.m.nation leave thee, wretched man.DON. What do I care for your d.a.m.nation?Am I not doomed to death? what more d.a.m.nation Can there ensue your loud and yelling cries?PRIOR. Yes, devil! hear thy f
- 581 FITZ. Come, maiden daughter, from my maiden son, And give him leave to do what must be done.ROB. H. First, I bequeath my soul to all souls Sav'our, And will my body to be buried At Wakefield, underneath the abbey wall; And in this order make my funer
- 582 [_Exit_.ACT II., SCENE I._Sound trumpets. Enter_ KING, BONVILLE, SALISBURY, LORDS.[296]KING. Now I perceive this only was a dream.Divine Matilda's angel did appear, Deck'd like a vestal ready for heaven's quire, And to this earthly trunk wi
- 583 QUEEN. After a long storm in a troublous sea, The pilot is no gladder of a calm, Than Isabel to see the vexed looks Of her lov'd lord chang'd into sweet aspects.KING. I will not tell thee what a world of foes For thy love (dear love) rise agains
- 584 FITZ. Now, by my troth, if any troth I have, I am as merry at Matilda's mirth, As I was glad to see her first day's birth.For till this hour, so help me halidom,[310]Since the too timely death of Huntington, Not a blithe word had pa.s.sage throu
- 585 These, patch'd together, fasten'd unto staves, They will not stick to swear have been advanc'd Against the Sophy, Soldan, and the Turk.LEI. Do not maintain proud Chester, my life's liege: Your words I must put up; his if I bear-- KING.
- 586 SAL. Lady, you fear more than you need to do; Indeed you do--in very deed you do.Hubert is wrong'd about the thing you mean-- About young Arthur: O, I thought 'twas so: Indeed the honest, good, kind gentleman Did all he might for safeguard of th
- 587 [_The_ KING _and_ MOWBRAY _whisper_.HUB. The king is angry: Lady Bruce, advise you.LADY B. What! be advis'd by thee To have my loving, kind, and pretty boy Given to an unkind killer of sweet boys?CHES. Madam, go to; take counsel of your friends.I war
- 588 a.s.sail them, stay not.SAL. Stay, and a.s.say them first!I say to you, fair queen, this fact is foul.Let not provoking words whet dull-edg'd swords, But try if we can blunt sharp blades with words.Fitzwater's nephew, Bruce, I see thee there, An
- 589 See what it is to be a soldier.But what foul hand hath harm'd Matilda's fair?[332]Speak, honourable maid, who tore thy hair?Did Salisbury or the queen this violence?MAT. Ungentle grooms first took and tore me thus, From whom old Salisbury, chast
- 590 KING. Out, doting earl!Couldst thou endure to see such violence?SAL. I tell you plain, my lord, I brook'd it not.But stay'd the tempest.KING. Rend my love's cheeks! that matchless effigy Of wonder-working nature's chiefest work: Tear h
- 591 HUB. You cannot hide yourself, Matilda; no disguise Will serve the turn: now must you to the king, And all these wars will with your presence cease.Yield you to him, he soon will yield to peace.MAT. They say thou took'st some pity of a child, The kin
- 592 HUB. When all these fields were walks for rage and fear: This howling like a head of hungry wolves,[338]That, scudding as a herd of frighted deer: When dust, arising like a coal-black fog, From friend divided friend, join'd foe to foe, Yet neither th
- 593 Bid me farewell, and speak it in a word.MAT. Farewell, dear father.FITZ. O, farewell, sweet child.My liege, farewell: Leicester, Richmond, Hubert, Chester and Mowbray, friends and foes, farewell.Matilda, see thou keep thy spotless fame, And live eternis&#
- 594 My countess (G.o.d be with her) was a shrow, As women be, your majesty doth know; And some odd pick-thank put it in her head, All was not well: but such a life I led, And the poor keeper and his smooth-fac'd wife, That, will I, nill I, there she migh
- 595 MAT. What burden-bearing? whereto tends this talk?MONK. To you, to us, this abbey, and King John.MAT. O G.o.d, forfend he should be thought upon!MONK. Lady, make short: the king must lie with you.MAT. With me? with me? [_First turns to the_ MONK, _then to
- 596 ABB. Yonder he stands: I know not what he is.[_Still he stands staring_.QUEEN. Jesus have mercy! Oxford, come not nigh him.OX. Not nigh him, madam? yes: keep you away.ABB. Come in, good queen; I do not mean to stay. [_Exit_ ABBESS.QUEEN. Nor I to stir bef
- 597 BRUCE. Chester and Mowbray, you are John's sworn friends; Will you see more? speak, answer me, my lords.I am no n.i.g.g.ard, you shall have your fill.BOTH. We have too much, and surfeit with the woe.BRUCE. Are you all full? there comes a ravening kit
- 598 RICH. List, Leicester: hear'st thou not a mournful march?LEI. Yes, Richmond, and it seemeth old De Vere.OX. Lords, by your leave, is not our sovereign here?KING. Yes, good old Aubrey.OX. Ah, my gracious lord! That you so much your high state should n
- 599 BRUCE. I will come down. But first farewell, dear mother, [_Kiss her_.Farewell, poor little George, my pretty brother!Now will I shut my shambles in again: Farewell, farewell! [_Closes the cas.e.m.e.nt_.In everlasting bliss your sweet souls dwell.Ox. But
- 600 EQUITY.LIBERALITY, _chief steward to Virtue_.CAPTAIN WELL-DONE.COURTIER.LAME SOLDIER. CONSTABLES, _with Hue and Cry_.TIPSTAVES.SHERIFF.CLERK.CRIER.JUDGE.EPILOGUE.THE CONTENTION BETWEEN LIBERALITY AND PRODIGALITY.SCENE I._Enter_ VANITY _solus, all in feath