George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 3 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 · 486 words
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But thou dost but jest, I hope. Sure that shall you see, before we two part. Well, and there be no remedy, so George, One is gone: I pray thee no more now. O sir, if one be good, the others cannot hurt. So sir, now you may go tell the Earl of Kendal, Although I have rent his large Commission, Yet of courtesy I have sent all his seals Back again by you. Well, sir, I will do your arrant. Now let him tell his Lord, that he hath Spoke with George a Green, Right pinner of merry Wakefield town, That hath physic for a fool, pills for a traitor that doth wrong his Sovereign. Are you content with this that I have done? ay, content, George: For highly hast thou honoured Wakefield town, In cutting of proud Mannering so short. Come, thou shalt be my welcome guest today; For well thou hast deserved reward and favour. Now gentle father list unto thy son, And for my mother's love, That erst was blithe and bonny in thine eye, Grant one petition that I shall demand. What is that, my Cuddie? Father, you know the ancient enmity of late, Between the Musgroves and the wily Scottes, Whereof they have oath, Not to leave one alive that strides a lance. O Father, you are old, and waning age unto the grave: Old William Musgrove, which whilom was thought, The bravest horseman in all Westmoreland, Is weak, and forced to stay his arm upon a staff, That erst could wield a lance: Then, gentle Father, resign the hold to me; Give arms to youth, and honour unto age. avaunt, false hearted boy, my joints do quake, Even with anguish of thy very words. Hath William Musgrove seen an hundred years? Have I been feared and dreaded of the Scottes, That when they heard my name in any road, They fled away, and posted thence amain? And shall I die with shame now in mine age? No, Cuddie, no, thus resolve I, Here have I lived, and here will Musgrove die. Now, gentle Grime, God a mercy for our good cheer, Our fare was royal, and our welcome great; And sith so kindly thou hast entertained us, If we return with happy victory, We will deal as friendly with thee in recompense. Your welcome was but duty, gentle Lord: For wherefore have we given us our wealth, But to make our betters welcome when they come? O, this goes hard when traitors must be flattered: But life is sweet, and I cannot withstand it. God (I hope) will revenge the quarrel of my King. What said you, Grime? I say, sir Gilbert, looking on my daughter, I curse the hour that ere I got the girl: For sir, she may have many wealthy suitors, And yet she disdains them all, to have Poor George a Green unto her husband.
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But thou doest but iest, I hope. Sure that shall you see, before we two part. Well, and there be no remedie, so George, One is gone: I pray thee no more nowe. O sir, if one be good, the others cannot hurt. So sir, nowe you may goe tell the Earle of Kendall, Although I haue rent his large Commission, Yet of curtesie I haue sent all his seales Backe againe by you. Well, sir, I will doe your arrant. Nowe let him tell his Lord, that he hath Spoke with George a Greene, Right pinner of merrie Wakefield towne, That hath phisicke for a foole, Pilles for a traytour that doeth wrong his Soueraigne. Are you content with this that I haue done? I, content, George: For highly hast thou honourd Wakefield towne, In cutting of proud Mannering so short. Come, thou shalt be my welcome ghest to day; For well thou hast deseru'd reward and fauour. Nowe gentle father list vnto thy sonne, And for my mothers loue, That earst was blythe and bonny in thine eye, Graunt one petition that I shall demaund. What is that, my Cuddie? Father, you knowe the ancient enmitie of late, Betweene the Musgroues and the wily Scottes, Whereof they haue othe, Not to leaue one aliue that strides a launce. O Father, you are olde, and wayning age vnto the graue: Olde William Musgroue, which whilome was thought, The brauest horseman in all Westmerland, Is weake, and forst to stay his arme vpon a staffe, That arst could wield a launce: Then, gentle Father, resigne the hold to me; Giue armes to youth, and honour vnto age. Auaunt, false hearted boy, my ioynts doe quake, Euen with anguish of thy verie words. Hath William Musgroue seene an hundred yeres? Haue I bene feard and dreaded of the Scottes, That when they heard my name in any roade, They fled away, and posted thence amaine? And shall I dye with shame nowe in mine age? No, Cuddie, no, thus resolue I, Here haue I liu'd, and here will Musgroue dye. Now, gētle Grime, God a mercy for our good chere, Our fare was royall, and our welcome great; And sith so kindly thou hast entertained vs, If we returne with happie victorie, We will deale as friendly with thee in recompence. Your welcome was but dutie, gentle Lord: For wherefore haue we giuen vs our wealth, But to make our betters welcome when they come? O, this goes hard when traytours must be flattered: But life is sweete, and I cannot withstand it. God (I hope) will reuenge the quarrell of my King. What said you, Grime? I say, sir Gilbert, looking on my daughter, I curse the houre that ere I got the girle: For sir, she may haue many wealthy suters, And yet she disdaines them all, to haue Poore George a Greene vnto her husband.