George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 12 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 · 494 words
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Good my Lord. Reply not, traitor. Tell me, Cuddie, whose deed of honour Won the victory against this rebel. George a Green the Pinner of Wakefield. George a Green, now shall I hear news Certain what this Pinner is: Discourse it briefly, Cuddie, how it befell. Kendal and Bonfild, with sir Gilbert Armstrong, Came to Wakefield Town disguised. And there spoke ill of your grace, Which George but hearing, field them at his feet, And had not rescue come into the place, George had slain him in his close of wheat. But Cuddie, canst thou not tell Where I might give and grant some thing, That might please, & highly gratify the pinner's thoughts? This at their parting George did say to me, If the king vouchsafe of this my service, Then gentle Cuddie kneel upon thy knee, And humbly crave a boon of him for me. Cuddie, what is it? It is his will your grace would pardon them, And let them live although they have offended. I think the man striveth to be glorious. Well, George hath craved it, and it shall be granted, Which none but he in England should have gotten. Live Kendal, but as prisoner, So shalt thou end thy days within the tower. Gracious is Edward to offending subjects. My Lord of Kend. you are welcome to the court. Nay, but ill come as it falls out now, ay, ill come in deed, were it not for George a Green, But gentle king, for so you would aver, And Edward's betters, I salute you both, And here I vow by good Saint George, You will gain but little when your sums are counted. I sore do long to see this George a Green: And for because I never saw the North, I will forthwith go see it: And for that to none I will be known, We will disguise ourselves and steal down secretly, Thou and I king Iames, Cuddie, and two or three, And make a merry journey for a month. Away then, conduct him to the tower. Come on king Iames my heart must needs be merry, If fortune make such havoc of our foes. Why is not lovely Marian blithe of cheer? What ails my Leman that she 'gins to lower? Say good Marian why art thou so sad. Nothing, my Robin, grieves me to the heart, But whensoever I do walk abroad, I hear no songs but all of George a Green, Bettris his fair Leman passeth me. And this my Robin gauls my very soul. Content, what wreaks it us though George a Green be stout, So long as he doth proffer us no scathe? Envy doth seldom hurt but to itself, And therefore, Marian, smile upon thy Robin. Never will Marian smile upon her Robin, Nor lie with him under the green wood shade, Till that thou go to Wakefield on a green, And beat the Pinner for the love of me.
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Good my Lord. Reply not, traitour. Tell me, Cuddy, whose deede of honour Wonne the victorie against this rebell. George a Greene the Pinner of Wakefield. George a Greene, now shall I heare newes Certaine what this Pinner is: Discourse it briefly, Cuddy, how it befell. Kendall and Bonfild, with sir Gilbert Armstrong, Came to Wakefield Towne disguisd. And there spoke ill of your grace, Which George but hearing, feld them at his feete, And had not rescue come into the place, George had slaine him in his close of wheate. But Cuddy, canst thou not tell Where I might giue and grant some thing, That might please, & highly gratifie the pinners thoughts? This at their parting George did say to me, If the king vouchsafe of this my seruice, Then gentle Cuddie kneele vpon thy knee, And humbly craue a boone of him for me. Cuddie, what is it? It is his will your grace would pardon them, And let them liue although they haue offended. I thinke the man striueth to be glorious. Well, George hath crau'd it, and it shall be graunted, Which none but he in England should haue gotten. Liue Kendall, but as prisoner, So shalt thou end thy dayes within the tower. Gracious is Edward to offending subiects. My Lord of Kend. you are welcome to the court. Nay, but ill come as it fals out now, I, ill come in deede, were it not for George a Greene, But gentle king, for so you would auerre, And Edwards betters, I falute you both, And here I vowe by good Saint George, You wil gaine but litle when your summes are counted. I sore doe long to see this George a Greene: And for because I neuer saw the North, I will forthwith goe see it: And for that to none I will be knowen, We will disguise our selues and steale downe secretly, Thou and I king Iames, Cuddie, and two or three, And make a merrie iourney for a moneth. Away then, conduct him to the tower. Come on king Iames my heart must needes be merrie, If fortune make such hauocke of our foes. Why is not louely Marian blithe of cheere? What ayles my Lemman that she gins to lowre? Say good Marian why art thou so sad. Nothing, my Robin, grieues me to the heart, But whensoeuer I doe walke abroad, I heare no songs but all of George a Greene, Bettris his faire Lemman passeth me. And this my Robin gaules my very soule. Content, what wreakes it vs though George a Greene be stoute, So long as he doth proffer vs no scath? Enuie doth seldome hurt but to it selfe, And therefore, Marian, smile vpon thy Robin. Neuer will Marian smile vpon her Robin, Nor lie with him vnder the green wood shade, Till that thou go to Wakefield on a greene, And beate the Pinner for the loue of me.