George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 5 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T43 York and Lancaster: dynastic claims and · 490 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T43: henry, king, richard, warwick, york, edward, father, duke, crown, son.
If good S. Andrew lend King Iame leave, I will be with him at the pointed day. But soft: whose pretty boy art thou? Sir, I am son unto Sir Iohn a Barley, Eldest and all that ere my mother had, Edward my name. And whither art thou going, pretty Ned? To seek some birds, and kill them, if I can: And now my schoolmaster is also gone: So have I liberty to ply my bow: For when he comes, I stir not from my book. Lord Humes, but mark the visage of this child; By him I guess the beauty of his mother: None but Leda could breed Helena. Tell me, Ned, who is within with thy mother. Not but herself and household servants, sir: If you would speak with her, knock at this gate. Johnnie, knock at that gate. O, I am betrayed: what multitudes be these? Fear not, fair Iane: for all these men are mine, And all thy friends, if thou be friend to me: I am thy lover Iames the King of Scottes, That oft have sued and wooed with many letters, Painting my outward passions with my pen, whenas my inward soul did bleed for woe: Little regard was given to my suit, But haply thy husband's presence wrought it: Therefore, sweet Iane, I fitted me to time; And hearing that thy husband was from home, Am come to crave what long I have desired. Nay, soft you, sir, you get no entrance here, That seek to wrong sir Iohn a Barley so, And offer such dishonour to my mother. Why, what dishonour, Ned? Though young, yet often have I heard My father say, No greater wrong than to be made cuckold. Were I of age, or were my body strong, Were he ten Kings, I would shoot him to the heart, That should attempt to give sir Iohn the horn. Mother, let him not come in, I will go lie at locky miller's house. Stay him. ay, well said, Ned, thou hast given the King His answer: For were the ghost of Cesar on the earth, Wrapped in the wonted glory of his honour, He should not make me wrong my husband so: But good King Iames is pleasant, as I guess, And means to try what humour I am in; Else would he never have brought an host of men, To have them witness of his Scottish lust. Iane, in faith, Iane. Never reply: for I protest by the highest Holy God, That doometh just revenge for things amiss, King Iames of all men shall not have my love. Then list to me, Saint Andrew be my boot, But I'll raze thy castle to the very ground, Unless thou open the gate, and let me in. I fear thee not, King Jamie, do thy worst: This castle is too strong for thee to scale: Besides, to morrow will sir Iohn come home.
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If good S. Andrewe lend King Iame leaue, I will be with him at the pointed day. But soft: whose pretie boy art thou? Sir, I am sonne vnto Sir Iohn a Barley, Eldest and all that ere my mother had, Edward my name. And whither art thou going, pretie Ned? To seeke some birdes, and kill them, if I can: And now my scholemaster is also gone: So haue I libertie to ply my bowe: For when he comes, I stirre not from my booke. Lord Humes, but marke the visage of this child; By him I gesse the beautie of his mother: None but Laeda could breede Helena. Tell me, Ned, who is within with thy mother. Not but her selfe and houshold seruants, sir: If you would speake with her, knocke at this gate. Iohnie, knocke at that gate. O, I am betraide: what multitudes be these? Feare not, faire Iane: for all these men are mine, And all thy friends, if thou be friend to me: I am thy louer Iames the King of Scottes, That oft haue sued and wooed with many letters, Painting my outward passions with my pen, When as my inward soule did bleede for woe: Little regard was giuen to my sute, But haply thy husbands presence wrought it: Therefore, sweete Iane, I fitted me to time; And hearing that thy husband was from home, Am come to craue what long I haue desirde. Nay, soft you, sir, you get no entrance here, That seeke to wrong sir Iohn a Barley so, And offer such dishonour to my mother. Why, what dishonour, Ned? Though young, yet often haue I heard My father say, No greater wrong than to be made cuckold. Were I of age, or were my bodie strong, Were he ten Kings, I would shoote him to the heart, That should attempt to giue sir Iohn the horne. Mother, let him not come in, I will goe lie at lockie Millers house. Stay him. I, well said, Ned, thou hast giuen the King His answere: For were the ghost of Cesar on the earth, Wrapped in the wonted glorie of his honour, He should not make me wrong my husband so: But good King Iames is pleasant, as I gesse, And meanes to trie what humour I am in; Else would he neuer haue brought an hoste of men, To haue them witnes of his Scottish lust. Iane, in faith, Iane. Neuer reply: for I protest by the highest Holy God, That doometh iust reuenge for things amisse, King Iames of all men shall not haue my loue. Then list to me, Saint Andrewe be my boote, But Ile rase thy castle to the verie ground, Vnlesse thou open the gate, and let me in. I feare thee not, King Iamie, doe thy worst: This castle is too strong for thee to scale: Besides, to morrowe will sir Iohn come home.