George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 2 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho · 496 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
marry sir, thus. We will send the Earl of Kendal no victuals, Because he is a traitor to the King; And in aiding him we show ourselves no less. Why, men of Wakefield, are you waxen mad; That present danger cannot whet your wits, Wisely to make provision of yourselves? The Earl is thirty thousand men strong in power, And what town soever him resist, He lays it flat and level with the ground: Ye silly men, you seek your own decay: Therefore send my Lord such provision as he wants, So he will spare your town, and come no nearer Wakefield than he is. Master Mannering, you have your answer, You may be gone. Well, Woodroffe, for so I guess is thy name, I'll make thee curse thy overthwart denial; And all that sit upon the bench this day, Shall rue the hour they have withstood my Lords Commission. Do thy worst, we fear thee not. See you these seals? before you pass the town, I will have all things my Lord doth want, Inspite of you. Proud dapper Jack, veil bonnet to The bench, That represents the person of the King; Or sirrah, I'll lay thy head before thy feet. Why, who art thou? Why, I am George a Green, True liegeman to my King, Who scorns that men of such esteem as these, Should brook the braves of any traitorous squire: You of the bench, and you my fellow friends, Neighbours, we subjects all unto the King, We are English borne, and therefore Edward's friends, Vowed unto him even in our mother's womb, Our minds to God, our hearts unto our King, Our wealth, our homage, and our carcases, Be all King Edward's: then sirrah, we have Nothing left for traitors, but our swords, Whetted to bathe them in your bloods, And die against you, before we send you any victuals. Well spoken, George a Green. Pray let George a Green speak for us. Sirrah you get no victuals here, Not if a hoof of beef would save your lives. Fellow, I stand amazed at thy presumption: Why, what art thou that darest gainsay my Lord, Knowing his mighty puissance and his stroke? Why, my friend, I come not barely of myself: For see, I have a large Commission. Let me see it, sirrah. Whose seals be these? This is the Earl of Kendal's seal at arms, This Lord Charnel Bonfield's, And this sir Gilbert Armstrong's. I tell thee, sirrah, did good King Edward's son Seal a commission against the King his father, Thus would I tear it in despite of him, Being traitor to my Sovereign. What? hast thou torn my Lord; Commission? Thou shalt rue it, and so shall all Wakefield. What, are you in choler? I will give you pills To cool your stomach. Seest thou these seals? Now by my father's soul, which was a yeoman, When he was alive, eat them, Or eat my dagger's point, proud squire.
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Marriesir, thus. We will send the Earle of Kendall no victuals, Because he is a traytour to the King; And in ayding him we shewe our selues no lesse. Why, men of Wakefield, are you waxen madde; That present danger cannot whet your wits, Wisely to make prouision of your selues? The Earle is thirtie thousand men strong in power, And what towne so euer him resist, He layes it flat and leuell with the ground: Ye silly men, you seeke your owne decay: Therefore send my Lord such prouision as he wants, So he will spare your towne, and come no neerer Wakefield then he is. Master Mannering, you haue your answere, You may be gone. Well, Woodroffe, for so I gesse is thy name, Ile make thee curse thy ouerthwart deniall; And all that sit vpon the bench this day, Shall rue the houre they haue withstood my Lords Commission. Doe thy worst, we feare thee not. See you these seales? before you passe the towne, I will haue all things my Lord doth want, Inspite of you. Proud dapper Iacke, vayle bonnet to The bench, That represents the person of the King; Or sirra, Ile lay thy head before thy feete. Why, who art thou? Why, I am George a Greene, True liegeman to my King, Who scornes that men of such esteeme as these, Should brooke the braues of any trayterous squire: You of the bench, and you my fellowe friends, Neighbours, we subiects all vnto the King, We are English borne, and therefore Edwards friends, Voude vnto him euen in our mothers wombe, Our mindes to God, our hearts vnto our King, Our wealth, our homage, and our carcases, Be all King Edwards: then sirra, we haue Nothing left for traytours, but our swordes, Whetted to bathe them in your bloods, And dye against you, before we send you any victuals. Well spoken, George a Greene. Pray let George a Greene speake for vs. Sirra you get no victuals here, Not if a hoofe of beefe would saue your liues. Fellowe, I stand amazde at thy presumption: Why, what art thou that darest gaynsay my Lord, Knowing his mighty puissance and his stroke? Why, my friend, I come not barely of my selfe: For see, I haue a large Commission. Let me see it, sirra. Whose seales be these? This is the Earle of Kendals seale at armes, This Lord Charnel Bonfields, And this sir Gilbert Armestrongs. I tell thee, sirra, did good King Edwards sonne Seale a commission against the King his father, Thus would I teare it in despite of him, Being traytour to my Soueraigne. What? hast thou torne my Lord; Commission? Thou shalt rue it, and so shall all Wakefield. What, are you in choler? I will giue you pilles To coole your stomacke. Seest thou these seales? Now by my fathers soule, which was a yeoman, When he was aliue, eate them, Or eate my daggers poynt, proud squire.