George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 8 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T41 Household service: masters, doors and po · 517 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T41: master, house, door, iohn, old, mistress, basket, lord, gentleman, ick.
Stay, I will go tell my master. Hear you, master? we have another prize: Those three horses be in your wheat close still, And here be three geldings more. What be these? These are the masters of the horses. Now, gentlemen, I know not your degrees, But more you cannot be, unless you be Kings, Why wrong you us of Wakefield with your horses? I am the pinner, and before you pass, You shall make good the trespass they have done. Peace, saucy mate, prate not to us: I tell thee, pinner, we are gentlemen. Why sir, so may I sir, although I give no arms. Thou? how art thou a gentleman? And such is my master, and he may give as good Arms, as ever your great grandfather could give. Pray thee let me hear how? Marie my master may give for his arms, The picture of April in a green jerkin, With a rook on one fist, and an horn on the other: But my master gives his arms the wrong way; For he gives the horn on his fist: And your grandfather, because he would not lose his Arms, Wears the horn on his own head. Well pinner, sith our horses be in, In spite of thee they now shall feed their fill, And eat until our leisures serve to go. Now by my father's soul, Were good king Edward's horses in the corn, They shall amend the seath or kiss the pound, Much more yours sir, whatsoe'er you be. Why man, thou knowest not us, We do belong to Henry Momford Earl of Kendal, Men that before a month be full expired, Will be king Edward's betters in the land. King Edward's better, rebel, thou liest. Villain, what hast thou done? thou hast stroke An Earl. Why what care I? A poor man that is true, Is better than an Earl, if he be false: Traitors reap no better favours at my hands. ay, so methinks, but thou shalt dear abye this blow. Now or never lay hold on the pinner. Stay, my Lords, let us parley on these broils: Not Hercules against two, the proverb is, Nor I against so great a multitude. Had not your troops come marching as they did, I would have stopped your passage unto London: But now I'll fly to secret policy. What dost thou murmur, George? Marie this, my Lord, I muse, If thou be Henrie Momford Kendal's Earl, That thou wilt do poor G. a Green this wrong, Ever to match me with a troop of men. Why dost thou strike me then? Why my Lord, measure me but by yourself: Had you a man had served you long, And heard your foe misuse you behind your back, And would not draw his sword in your defence, You would cashier him. Much more, king Edward is my king: And before I'll hear him so wronged, I'll die within this place, And maintain good whatsoever I have said. And if I speak not reason in this case, What I have said I'll maintain in this place.
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Stay, I will goe tell my master. Heare you, master? we haue another prise: Those three horses be in your wheate close still, And here be three geldings more. What be these? These are the masters of the horses. Nowe, gentlemen, I knowe not your degrees, But more you cannot be, vnlesse you be Kings, Why wrong you vs of Wakefield with your horses? I am the pinner, and before you passe, You shall make good the trespasse they haue done. Peace, saucie mate, prate not to vs: I tell thee, pinner, we are gentlemen. Why sir, so may I sir, although I giue no armes. Thou? howe art thou a gentleman? And such is my master, and he may giue as good Armes, as euer your great grandfather could giue. Pray thee let me heare howe? Marie my master may giue for his armes, The picture of Aprill in a greene ierkin, With a rooke on one fist, and an horne on the other: But my master giues his armes the wrong way; For he giues the horne on his fist: And your grandfather, because he would not lose his Armes, Weares the horne on his owne head. Well pinner, sith our horses be in, In spite of thee they now shall feede their fill, And eate vntill our leasures serue to goe. Now by my fathers soule, Were good king Edwards horses in the corne, They shall amend the seath or kisse the pound, Much more yours sir, whatsoere you be. Why man, thou knowest not vs, We do belong to Henry Momford Earle of Kendal, Men that before a month be full expirde, Will be king Edwards betters in the land. King Edwards better, rebell, thou liest. Villaine, what hast thou done? thou hast stroke An Earle. Why what care I? A poore man that is true, Is better then an Earle, if he be false: Traitors reape no better fauours at my hands. I, so me thinks, but thou shalt deare aby this blow. Now or neuer lay hold on the pinner. Stay, my Lords, let vs parlie on these broiles: Not Hercules against two, the prouerbe is, Nor I against so great a multitude. Had not your troupes come marching as they did, I would haue stopt your passage vnto London: But now Ile flie to secret policie. What doest thou murmure, George? Marie this, my Lord, I muse, If thou be Henrie Momford Kendals Earle, That thou wilt doe poore G. a Greene this wrong, Euer to match me with a troupe of men. Why doest thou strike me then? Why my Lord, measure me but by your selfe: Had you a man had seru'd you long, And heard your foe misuse you behinde your backe, And would not draw his sword in your defence, You would cashere him. Much more, king Edward is my king: And before Ile heare him so wrong'd, Ile die within this place, And maintaine good whatsoeuer I haue said. And if I speake not reason in this case, What I haue said Ile maintaine in this place.