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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
- 649 PIP. The maid gave me not my supper yesternight, so that indeed my belly wambled, and standing near the great sea-coal fire in the hall, and not being full, on the sudden I crack'd, and you know, mistress, a pipkin is soon broken.MRS ART. Sirrah, run
- 648 A Select Collection of Old English Plays.Vol. IX.by Various.HOW A MAN MAY CHOOSE A GOOD WIFE FROM A BAD._EDITION A Pleasant conceited Comedie, Wherein is shewed how a man may chuse a good Wife from a bad. As it hath bene sundry times Acted by the Earle o
- 647 [473] See [Dyces "Middleton," iii. 97, and] Note 20 to the "Match at Midnight."--_Collier_. [474] This must have been addressed to the audience, and may be adduced as some slight evidence of the antiquity of the play, as in later times
- 646 [450] i.e., Plot or contrivance. Tarlton produced a piece called "The Plat-form of the Seven Deadly Sins;" and in "Sir J. Oldcastle," by Drayton and others, first printed in 1600, it is used with the same meaning as in the text, viz.,
- 645 [417] [Then, probably, as it certainly was later on, a favourite haunt of footpads.][418] [Pancras.][419] [No edition except that of 1662 has yet come to light.][420] n.o.body who reads this play can doubt that it is much older than 1662, the date borne b
- 644 "She was indeed of _London_ the honour once."Instead of-- "She was indeed of _love_ the honour once."The king is translating and commenting on the motto on the pendant, as is quite evident from the manner in which he proceeds. Besides,
- 643 [341] [Escutcheon.][342] [Abided.][343] [Old copy, _prepare_.][344] This word is found in "Henry VI., Part II." act v. sc. 1, where young Clifford applies it to Richard. Malone observes in a note, that, according to Bullokar's "English
- 642 [301] [Accepted.][302] [Old copy, _muddy_.][303] [A very unusual phrase, which seems to be used here in the sense of _masculine pa.s.sions or properties_.][304] In the old copy it stands thus-- "Yes, but I do: I think not Isabel, Lord, The worse for
- 641 --Milton's "Comus."There are several kinds of moly, and one of them distinguished among horticulturists as Homer's moly. Sir T. Brown thus quaintly renders two lines in the "Odyssey" relating to it-- "The G.o.ds it _Moly
- 640 [227] The stage direction in the original is only _Enter Robin_.[228] This must have been spoken aside to Robin Hood.[229] [Old copy, _soon_.][230] [This pa.s.sage appears to point to some antecedent drama not at present known.][231] The 4to has it _d.a.m
- 639 [187] _Palliard_ is to be found in Dryden's "Hind and Panther:"_palliardize_ is not in very common use among our old writers. Dekker, in his "Bellman of London," 1616, sig. D 2, gives a description of a _Palliard_. Tuck's exc
- 638 [157] This forms the Induction to the play, which purports to have been written to be performed before Henry VIII., by Sir Thomas Mantle, who performed Robin Hood, by Sir John Eltham, who played the part of Little John, by Skelton, who acted Friar Tuck, b
- 637 [121] Ovid's lines are these-- "Discite, qui sapitis, non quae nos scimus inertes, Sed trepidas acies, et fera castra sequi."--"Amorum," lib. iii. el. 8.[122] The author of "The World's Folly," 1615, uses _squitter-
- 636 [97] Old copy, _Hope_.[98] Old copy, _as this, like_.[99] Old copy, _Will_.[100] The "shepherd that now sleeps in skies" is Sir Philip Sidney, and the line, with a slight inversion for the sake of the rhyme, is taken from a sonnet in "Astro
- 635 [61] [See Keightley's "Mythology of Ancient Greece and Italy," p. 411, edit. 1854.][62] [In allusion to the proverb.][63] _Arre_ is meant to indicate the snarling of a dog.[64] So Machiavelli, in his complete poem, "Dell' Asino d&
- 634 [30] He ran in debt to this amount to usurers, who advanced him money by giving him _lute-strings and grey paper_; which he was obliged to sell at an enormous loss. There is a very apposite pa.s.sage in Nash's "Christ's Tears over Jerusalem
- 633 [5] "For coming from Venice the last summer, and taking Bergamo in my way homeward to England, it was my hap, sojourning there some four or five days, to light in fellows.h.i.+p with that famous _Francattip_ Harlequin, who, perceiving me to be an Eng
- 632 [_She falleth into a swoon_.MOR. Do not my eyes deceive me? liveth my son?LACY. My lord and father, both alive and well, Recover'd of my weakness. Where's my wife?MAR. Here is my lady, your beloved wife, Half dead to hear of your untimely end.LA
- 631 GRIM. Nay, now, Joan, I spy a hole in your coat: if you cannot endure the devil, you'll never love the collier. Why, we two are sworn brothers. You shall see me talk with him even as familiarly as if I should parbreak[479] my mind and my whole stomac
- 630 'Tis not one hour's pleasure that I suspect more than your mother's good, countenance. If she be asleep, we may be bold under correction; if she be awake, I may go my ways, and n.o.body ask me, _Grim, whither goest thou_? Nay, I tell you, I
- 629 [CLINTON _draweth his sword_.MAR. Put up thy sword; be it thy morning's work: Farewell to-night; but fail me not to-morrow.CLIN. Farewell, my love. No rest shall close these eyes, Until the morning peep; and then he dies.[_Exit_ CLINTON.CAS. [_Solilo
- 628 Never since wedlock tied her to the earl, Have I saluted her; although report Is blaz'd abroad of her inconstancy.This is her evening walk, and here will I Attend her coming forth, and greet her fairly.LACY. See, Dunstan, how their youth doth blind o
- 627 JOAN. Yet once more hear me speak: leave off for shame, If not for love; and let not others laugh To see your follies; let me overrule you.SHO. Ay, let them fight, I care not: I Meantime away with Joan will fly; And whilst they two are at it here, We two
- 626 CAS. I can no longer linger my disgrace, Nor hide my shame from their detested sight.How now, thou wh.o.r.e, dishonour to my bed!Disdain to womanhood, shame of thy s.e.x!Insatiate monster! corrosive of my soul!What makes this captain revelling in my house
- 625 NAN. Indeed, forsooth, I know[460] not when it was.My mistress call'd me from my work of late, And bad me lay a napkin: so I did, And made this banquet ready; but in truth I knew not what she did intend to do.CAS. No, no, you did not watch against I
- 624 [_Exit_ MARIAN.NAN. I wonder what my mistress is about?Somewhat she would not have my master know: Whate'er it be, 'tis nothing unto me; She's my good mistress, and I'll keep her counsel.I have oft seen her kiss behind his back, And la
- 623 'Tis so, no doubt; I read it in her brow.Lord Lacy shall with all my heart enjoy Fair Honorea: Marian is mine; Who, though she be a shrew, yet is she honest.So is not Honorea, for even now, Walking within my garden all alone, She came with Musgrave,
- 622 MAR. Welcome, gentlemen: 'Tis kindly done to come to see us here.ROB. This kindness makes me fear my master's head: Such hotspurs must have game, howe'er they get it.CLIN. We have a suit to you, Castiliano.CAS. What is it, sir? if it lies i
- 621 A shadow to the substance you must build on.ROB. She will build substance on him, I trow; Who keeps a shrew against her will, had better let her go. [_Aside_.]MAR. Madam, conceal your grief, and seem content; For, as it is, you must be rul'd per forc
- 620 GRIM. She, quotha? she is mine already; we'll to her presently. Master Parson, 'tis a match; we'll meet you. Now, miller, do I go beyond you?I have stripped him of the wench, as a cook would strip an eel out of her skin, or a pudding out of
- 619 MOR. Honorea, for thee; And this it is. Howe'er unworthily I have bestowed my love so long upon thee, That wilt so manifestly contradict me, Yet, that thou may'st perceive how I esteem thee, I make thyself the guardian of thy love, That thine ow
- 618 DUN. My weaker senses cannot apprehend The means this stranger us'd to make her speak: There is some secret mystery therein, Conceal'd from Dunstan, which the heavens reveal, That I may scourge this bold, blaspheming man, Who holds religious wor
- 617 BEL. Yea, but, my lord, he'll never finish it.MOR. How canst thou tell? What countryman art thou?BEL. I am by birth, my lord, a Spaniard born, And by descent came of a n.o.ble house; Though, for the love I bare[437] to secret arts, I never car'd
- 616 SCENE III._Enter_ BELPHEGOR, _attired like a physician_; AKERc.o.c.k, _his man, in a tawny coat_.BEL. Now is Belphegor, an incarnate devil, Come to the earth to seek him out a dame: h.e.l.l be my speed! and so, I hope, it will.In lovely London are we here
- 615 But full of many crimes, which I restrain'd: Edward his son, and lastly Ethelred.With all these kings was I in high esteem, And kept both them and all the land in awe: And, had I liv'd, the Danes had never boasted Their then beginning conquest o
- 614 PROD. I confess I have run a wanton wicked race, Which now hath brought me to this woful wretched case: I am heartily sorry, and with tears do lament My former lewd and vile misgovernment.I find the brittle stay of trustless Fortune's state.My heart
- 613 2D SUITOR. Sir, I have long served the prince at great expense, And long have I been promised a recompense: I beseech you consider of me.LIB. What, do you serve without fee?2D SUITOR. Yea, truly, sir.LIB. Hold, pray for the queen. [_Gives him money_.]2D S
- 612 VIR. I grieve for man, that man should be of ill attempts so[413] fain.EQ. Grieve not for that: evil tasted once, turns him to good again.VIR. Then will I take a cheerful mind, Unpleasant thoughts expel, And cares for man commit to them, That in the heave
- 611 TOSS. What think you now of Tenacity?Was he your friend or your foe?MON. Ah, that wretch Tenacity hath brought me to all this woe.'Twas he, indeed, that sought to destroy me, In that he would never use or employ[410] me: But, Prodigality, sweet Prodi
- 610 _Enter_ VANITY.[402]VAN. O rotten rope, that thou must be so brittle!Hadst thou but happened to have held a little, I had taught my princ.o.c.ks against another time So to presume Dame Fortune's bower to climb.To make such a 'scape, his hap was
- 609 d.i.c.k. Why, sure, Prodigality, it can be no other, But he is returned to Fortune his mother.PROD. Thinkest thou so?Thou, Fortune, hearest thou? by fair means, I advise thee, Restore my Money to me again: deal plainly and wisely; Or by this sharp-edged s
- 608 But who is this? O, I know him, a scholar of our train, 'Tis Hob-a-Clunch, that comes for money again.SCENE III._Enter to_ VANITY, TENACITY, FORTUNE, _and_ MONEY.TEN. G.o.d speed, Master Fanity.VAN. Woc.u.m,[399] Master Tenacity. TEN. Sur, cham come
- 607 SCENE VI._Enter to_ LIBERALITY _a_ COURTIER.COUR. Sir, I humbly beseech you help to prefer my suit.LIB. What is it?COUR. There is an office fall'n, which I would gladly execute. LIB. Who be you?COUR. A servant here in court.LIB. Do you serve the prin
- 606 DICER. In order, then, bravely.[_Retire_.SCENE III._Enter_ PRODIGALITY, _with_ MONEY.PROD. How is't, my sweet Money, shall we be l.u.s.ty now? MON. Be as l.u.s.ty as you will. I'll be as l.u.s.ty as you.PROD. Who lacks money, ho! who lacks money
- 605 Verse to_ FORTUNE._Thou that dost guide the world by thy direction, Thou that dost conquer states to thy subjection, Thou that dost keep each king in thy correction, Thou that preservest all in thy protection, For all thy gifts unto thy majesty I yield bo
- 604 TEN. Yea.PROD. To whom?TEN. To Vortune my mistress.PROD. Wherefore?TEN. That's no matter to you. PROD. No matter, sir? but, by your crusts.h.i.+p, ere you go, 'Tis a plain case, Prodigality will know: And therefore be round; come off, and tell m
- 603 It shall be seen, when Virtue cannot bide, But shrink for shame, her silly face to hide.Then Fortune shall advance herself before, All harms to help, all losses to restore.But why do I myself thus long restrain From executing this I do intend?Time posts a
- 602 TEN. And where is a?VAN. No more ado: ask but for Vanity.Reward him well, he'll help thee to money.TEN. But where?VAN. Why, here in this place: this is Lady Fortune's palace. TEN. Is this? Ah, goodly Lord, how gay it is!Now hope I sure of money
- 601 PROD. Nay, nay, send her rather to me: If she be a pretty wench, we shall soon agree.POST. Now a bots[381] on him and his wife both for me! [_Aside_.HOST. Then you would have lodgings belike, sir?PROD. Yea, I pray thee come quickly.HOST. What's your
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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&#
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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.
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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&#
- 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
- 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
- 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�
- 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'
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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,
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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!
- 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
- 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
- 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
- 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'