George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 4 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T13 Knights, squires and ladies · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T13: knight, raph, lady, knights, george, master, squire, rafe, pray, god.
On that, good Grime, I am talking with thy Daughter; But she in quirks and quiddities of love, Sets me to school, she is so overwise. But, gentle girl, if thou wilt forsake The pinner, and be my love, I will advance thee high: To dignify those hairs of amber hue, I'll grace them with a chaplet made of pearl, Set with choice rubies, sparks, and diamonds, Planted upon a velvet hood to hide that head, Wherein two sapphires burn like sparkling fire: This will I do, fair Bettris, and far more, If thou wilt love the Lord of Doncaster. Heigh ho, my heart is in a higher place, Perhaps on the Earl, if that be he, See where he comes, or angry or in love; For why, his colour looketh discontent. Come, Nick, follow me. how now, my Lord? what news? Such news, Bonfild, as will make thee laugh, And fret thy fill, to hear how Nick was used: Why, the justices stand on their terms; Nick, as you know, is haughty in his words; He laid the law unto the justices, With threatening braves, that one looked on another, Ready to stoop: but that a churl came in, One George a Green, the pinner of the town. And with his dagger drawn laid hands on Nick, And by no beggars swore that we were traitors, Rent our Commission, and upon a brave, Made Nick to eat the seals, or brook the stab: Poor Mannering afraid, came posting hither straight. Oh lovely George, fortune be still thy friend, And as thy thoughts be high, so be thy mind, In all accords, even to thy hearts desire. What says fair Bettris? My Lord, she is praying for George a Green: He is the man, and she will none but him. But him? why, look on me, my girl: Thou knowest, that yesternight I courted thee, And swore at my return to wed with thee: Then tell me, love, shall I have all thy fair? I care not for Earl, nor yet for Knight, Nor Baron that is so bold: For George a Green the merry pinner, He hath my heart in hold. Bootless, my Lord, are many vain replies. Let us high us to Wakefield, and send her the pinner's head. It shall be so. Grime, gramercy, Shut up the daughter, bridle her affects, Let me not miss her when I make return: Therefore look to her, as to thy life, good Grime. I warrant you, my Lord. And Bettris, leave a base pinner, for to love an Earl, feign would I see this pinner George a Green. It shall be thus: Nick Mannering shall lead on the battle, And we three will go to Wakefield in some disguise: But howsoever, I'll have his head today. Why, Johnnie: then the Earl of Kendal is blithe, And hath brave men that troop along with him. I marry, my liege, and hath good men That come along with him, And vows to meet you at Scrasblesea, God willing.
seed 43: unassigned · seed 44: unassigned — topic numbers are assigned independently in each run; equal or different numbers say nothing by themselves
Original spelling (EEBO-TCP, unregularized)
On that, good Grime, I am talking with thy Daughter; But she in quirkes and quiddities of loue, Sets me to schoole, she is so ouerwise. But, gentle girle, if thou wilt forsake The pinner, and be my loue, I will aduaunce thee high: To dignifie those haires of amber hiew, Ile grace them with a chaplet made of pearle, Set with choice rubies, sparkes, and diamonds, Planted vpon a veluet hood to hide that head, Wherein two saphires burne like sparkling fire: This will I doe, faire Bettris, and farre more, If thou wilt loue the Lord of Doncaster. Heigh ho, my heart is in a higher place, Perhaps on the Earle, if that be he, See where he comes, or angrie or in loue; For why, his colour looketh discontent. Come, Nick, followe me. Howe nowe, my Lord? what newes? Such newes, Bonfild, as will make thee laugh, And fret thy fill, to heare how Nick was vsde: Why, the Iustices stand on their termes; Nick, as you knowe, is hawtie in his words; He layd the lawe vnto the Iustices, With threatning braues, that one lookt on another, Ready to stoope: but that a churle came in, One George a Greene, the pinner of the towne. And with his dagger drawne layd hands on Nick, And by no beggers swore that we were traytours, Rent our Commission, and vpon a braue, Made Nick to eate the seales, or brooke the stabbe: Poore Mannering afraid, came posting hither straight. Oh louely George, fortune be still thy friend, And as thy thoughts be high, so be thy minde, In all accords, euen to thy hearts desire. What sayes faire Bettris? My Lord, she is praying for George a Greene: He is the man, and she will none but him. But him? why, looke on me, my girle: Thou knowest, that yesternight I courted thee, And swore at my returne to wedde with thee: Then tell me, loue, shall I haue all thy faire? I care not for Earle, nor yet for Knight, Nor Baron that is so bold: For George a Greene the merrie pinner, He hath my heart in hold. Bootlesse, my Lord, are many vaine replies. Let vs hye vs to Wakefield, and send her the pinners head. It shall be so. Grime, gramercie, Shut vp the daughter, bridle her affects, Let me not misse her when I make returne: Therefore looke to her, as to thy life, good Grime. I warrant you, my Lord. And Bettris, leaue a base pinner, for to loue an Earle, Faine would I see this pinner George a Greene. It shall be thus: Nick Mannering shall leade on the battell, And we three will goe to Wakefield in some disguise: But howsoeuer, Ile haue his head to day. Why, Iohnie: then the Earle of Kendall is blithe, And hath braue men that troupe along with him. I marie, my liege, and hath good men That come along with him, And vowes to meete you at Scrasblesea, God willing.