George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 11 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 · 501 words
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In my apparel in my chamber still. Ienkin, come hither: Go to Bradford, And listen out your fellow Wily. Come, Bettris, let us in, And in my cottage we will sit and talk. Brother of Scotland, I do hold it hard, Seeing a league of truce was late confirmed Twixt you and me, without displeasure offered, You should make such invasion in my land, The vows of kings should be as oracles, Not blemished with the stain of any breach, Chiefly where fealty and homage willeth it. Brother of England, rub not the sore afresh, My conscience grieves me for my deep misdeed, I have the worst, of thirty thousand men, There scaped not full five thousand from the field. Gramercy, Musgrove, else it had gone hard. Cuddie, I'll quite thee well ere we two part But had not his old Father William Musgrove played twice the man, I had not now been here, A stronger man I seldom felt before, But one of more resolute valiance, Treads not I think upon the English ground. I wot well, Musgrove shall not lose his hire. And it please your grace, my father was Five score and three at Midsummer last passed, Yet had king Iamie been as good as George a Green, Yet Billy Musgrove would have fought with him. As George a Green, I pray thee, Cuddie, Let me question thee, Much have I heard since I came to my crown, Many in manner of a proverb say, Were he as good as G. a Green, I would strike him sure: I pray thee tell me, Cuddie, canst thou inform me, What is that George a Green. Know, my Lord, I never saw the man, But mickle talk is of him in the Country. They say he is the Pinner of Wakefield town, But for his other qualities, I let alone. May it please your grace, I know the man too well. Too well, why so, Warwick? For once he swinged me, till my bones did ache. Why, dares he strike an Earl? An Earl my Lord, nay he will strike a king, Be it not king Edward. For stature he is framed, Like to the picture of stout Hercules, And for his carriage passeth Robin Hood. The boldest Earl or Baron of your land, That offereth scathe unto the town of Wakefield, George will arrest his pledge unto the pound, And who so resisteth bears away the blows, For he himself is good enough for three. Why this is wondrous, my L. of Warwick, Sore do I long to see this George a Green. But leaving him, what shall we do, my Lord, For to subdue the rebels in the North? They are now marching up to Doncaster. Soft, who have we there? Here is a traitor, the Earl of Kendal. Aspiring traitor, how darest thou once Cast thine eyes upon thy Sovereign, That honoured thee with kindness and with favour? But I will make thee buy this treason dear.
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In my apparell in my chamber still. Ienkin, come hither: Goe to Bradford, And listen out your fellow Wily. Come, Bettris, let vs in, And in my cottage we will sit and talke. Brother of Scotland, I doe hold it hard, Seeing a league of truce was late confirmde Twixt you and me, without displeasure offered, You should make such inuasion in my land, The vowes of kings should be as oracles, Not blemisht with the staine of any breach, Chiefly where fealtie and homage willeth it. Brother of England, rub not the sore afresh, My conscience grieues me for my deepe misdeede, I haue the worst, of thirtie thousand men, There scapt not full fiue thousand from the field. Gramercie, Musgroue, else it had gone hard. Cuddie, Ile quite thee well ere we two part But had not his olde Father William Musgroue Plaid twice the man, I had not now bene here, A stronger man I seldome felt before, But one of more resolute valiance, Treads not I thinke vpon the English ground. I wot wel, Musgroue shall not lose his hier. And it please your grace, my father was Fiue score and three at Midsommer last past, Yet had king Iamie bene as good as George a Greene, Yet Billy Musgroue would haue fought with him. As George a Greene, I pray thee, Cuddie, Let me question thee, Much haue I heard since I came to my crowne, Many in manner of a prouerbe say, Were he as good as G. a Green, I would strike him sure: I pray thee tell me, Cuddie, canst thou informe me, What is that George a Greene. Know, my Lord, I neuer saw the man, But mickle talke is of him in the Country. They say he is the Pinner of Wakefield towne, But for his other qualities, I let alone. May it please your grace, I know the mā too wel. Too well, why so, Warwicke? For once he swingde me, till my bones did ake. Why, dares he strike an Earle? An Earle my Lord, nay he wil strike a king, Be it not king Edward. For stature he is framde, Like to the picture of stoute Hercules, And for his carriage passeth Robin Hood. The boldest Earle or Baron of your land, That offereth scath vnto the towne of Wakefield, George will arrest his pledge vnto the pound, And who so resisteth beares away the blowes, For he himselfe is good inough for three. Why this is wondrous, my L. of Warwicke, Sore do I long to see this George a Greene. But leauing him, what shall we do, my Lord, For to subdue the rebels in the North? They are now marching vp to Doncaster. Soft, who haue we there? Here is a traitour, the Earle of Kendal. Aspiring traitour, how darst thou once Cast thine eyes vpon thy Soueraigne, That honour'd thee with kindenes and with fauour? But I will make thee buy this treason deare.