George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 10 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men T18 Rebels, barons and the king's wars at ho typicality 0.79 · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T18: king, lord, wallace, earl, edward, england, scotland, rebels, bruce, english.
Father, I am sure you hear the news, How that the Earl of Kendal wars against the king, Now father we three are Gentlemen by birth, But younger brethren that want revenues, And for the hope we have to be preferred, If that we knew that we shall win, We will march with him: If not, we will not march a foot to London more. Therefore good father, tell us what shall happen, Whether the King or the Earl of Kendal shall win. The king, my son. Art thou sure of that? ay, as sure as thou art Henry Momford, The one L. Bonfild, the other sir Gilbert. Why this is wondrous, being blind of sight, His deep perseverance should be such to know us. Magic is mighty, and foretelleth great matters: In deed Father, here is the Earl come to see thee, And therefore good father fable not with him. Welcome is the Earl to my poor cell, And so are you my Lords: but let me counsel you, To leave these wars against your king, And live in quiet. Father, we come not for advice in war, But to know whether we shall win or lose. Lose gentle Lords, but not by good king Edward: A baser man shall give you all the foil. I marry father, what man is that? Poor George a Green the pinner. What shall he? Pull all your plumes, and sore dishonour you. He, as how? Nay, the end tries all, but so it will fall out. But so it shall not by my honour Christ. I'll raise my camp, and fire Wakefield town, And take that servile pinner George a Green, And butcher him before king Edward's face. Good my Lord be not offended, For I speak no more than art reveals to me: And for greater proof, Give your man leave to fetch me my staff. Ienkin, fetch him his walking staff. Here is your walking staff. I'll prove it good upon your carcases: A wiser wizard never met you yet, Nor one that better could foredoom your fall: Now I have singled you here alone, I care not though you be three to one. Villain, hast thou betrayed us? Momford, thou liest, never was I traitor yet; Only devised this guile to draw you on, For to be combatants. Now conquer me, and then march on to London: lest you be torn in pieces with she devils: Mistress Bettris, once, twice, thrice. Oh is this no cunning? Is this my love, or is it but her shadow? I this is the shadow, but here is the substance. Tell me sweet love, what good fortune Brought thee hither: For one it was that favoured George a Green. Both love & fortune brought me to my George, In whose sweet sight is all my hearts content. Tell me sweet love, how camest thou from thy Fathers? A willing mind hath many slips in love: It was not I, but Wily thy sweet boy. And where is Wily now?
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Father, I am sure you heare the newes, How that the Earle of Kendal wars against the king, Now father we three are Gentlemen by birth, But yonger brethren that want reuenues, And for the hope we haue to be preferd, If that we knew that we shall winne, We will march with him: If not, we will not march a foote to London more. Therefore good father, tell vs what shall happen, Whether the King or the Earle of Kendal shall win. The king, my sonne. Art thou sure of that? I, as sure as thou art Henry Momford, The one L. Bonfild, the other sir Gilbert. Why this is wondrous, being blinde of sight, His deepe perseuerance should be such to know vs. Magike is mightie, and foretelleth great matters: In deede Father, here is the Earle come to see thee, And therefore good father fable not with him. Welcome is the Earle to my poore cell, And so are you my Lords: but let me counsell you, To leaue these warres against your king, And liue in quiet. Father, we come not for aduice in warre, But to know whether we shall win or leese. Lose gentle Lords, but not by good king Edward: A baser man shall giue you all the foile. I marie father, what man is that? Poore George a Greene the pinner. What shall he? Pull all your plumes, and sore dishonour you. He, as how? Nay, the end tries all, but so it will fall out. But so it shall not by my honor Christ. Ile raise my campe, and fire Wakefield towne, And take that seruile pinner George a Greene, And butcher him before king Edwards face. Good my Lord be not offended, For I speake no more then arte reueales to me: And for greater proofe, Giue your man leaue to fetch me my staffe. Ienkin, fetch him his walking staffe. Here is your walking staffe. Ile proue it good vpon your carcases: A wiser wisard neuer met you yet, Nor one that better could foredoome your fall: Now I haue singled you here alone, I care not though you be three to one. Villaine, hast thou betraid vs? Momford, thou liest, neuer was I traitor yet; Onely deuis'd this guile to draw you on, For to be combatants. Now conquere me, and then march on to London: Least you be torne in peeces with shee deuils: Mistres Bettris, once, twice, thrice. Oh is this no cunning? Is this my loue, or is it but her shadow? I this is the shadow, but heere is the substance. Tell mee sweete loue, what good fortune Brought thee hither: For one it was that fauoured George a Greene. Both loue & fortune brought me to my George, In whose sweete sight is all my hearts content. Tell mee sweete loue, how camst thou from thy Fathers? A willing minde hath many slips in loue: It was not I, but Wily thy sweete boy. And where is Wily now?