George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 13 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T46 Swords, quarrels and valour · 481 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T46: rapier, sword, fight, gentlemen, gentleman, kicked, kill, dagger, signor, valour.
Content thee, Marian, I will ease thy grief, My merry men and I will thither stray, And here I vow that for the love of thee, I will beat George a Green, or he shall beat me. As I am Scarlet, next to little Iohn, One of the boldest yeomen of the crew, So will I wend with Robin all along, And try this Pinner what he dares do. As I am Much the miller's son, That left my Mill to go with thee, And nill repent that I have done, This pleasant life contenteth me, In aught I may to do thee good, I'll live and die with Robin Hood. And Robin, Marian she will go with thee, To see fair Bettris how bright she is of blee. Marian, thou shalt go with thy Robin. Bend up your bows, and see your strings be tight, The arrows keen, and every thing be ready, I shall be turned out of mine office. What is that, sir? Whensoever I go to fight with anybody, I use to flourish my staff thrice about my head Before I strike, and then show no favour. Well sir, and till then I will not strike thee. Well sir, here is once, twice, here is my hand, I will never do it the third time. Why then I see we shall not fight. Faith no: come, I will give thee two pots Of the best Ale, and be friends. Faith I see it is as hard to get water out of a flint, As to get him to have about with me: Therefore I will enter into him for some good cheer: My friend, I see thou art a faint hearted fellow, Thou hast no stomach to fight, Therefore let us go to the Alehouse and drink. Well, content, go thy ways and say thy prayers, Thou scap'st my hands today. Tell me sweet love, how is thy mind content, What canst thou brook to live with George a Green? Oh George, how little pleasing are these words? Came I from Bradford for the love of thee? And left my father for so sweet a friend? Here will I live until my life do end. Happy am I to have so sweet a love. But what are these come trasing here along? Three men come striking through the corn, My love. Back again, you foolish travelers, For you are wrong, and may not wend this way. That were great shame. Now by my soul, proud sir, We be three tall yeomen, and thou art but one: Come, we will forward in despite of him. Leap the ditch, or I will make you skip. What, cannot the high way serve your turn, But you must make a path over the corn? Why, art thou mad? dar'st thou encounter three? We are no babes, man, look upon our limbs.
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Content thee, Marian, I will ease thy griefe, My merrie men and I will thither stray, And heere I vow that for the loue of thee, I will beate George a Greene, or he shall beate me. As I am Scarlet, next to little Iohn, One of the boldest yeomen of the crew, So will I wend with Robin all along, And try this Pinner what he dares do. As I am Much the Millers sonne, That left my Mill to go with thee, And nill repent that I haue done, This pleasant life contenteth me, In ought I may to doe thee good, Ile liue and die with Robin Hood. And Robin, Marian she will goe with thee, To see faire Bettris how bright she is of blee. Marian, thou shalt goe with thy Robin. Bend vp your bowes, and see your strings be tight, The arrowes keene, and euery thing be ready, I shall be turned out of mine office. What is that, sir? Whensoeuer I goe to fight with any bodie, I vse to flourish my staffe thrise about my head Before I strike, and then shew no fauour. Well sir, and till then I will not strike thee. Wel sir, here is once, twice, here is my hand, I will neuer doe it the third time. Why then I see we shall not fight. Faith no: come, I will giue thee two pots Of the best Ale, and be friends. Faith I see it is as hard to get water out of a flint, As to get him to haue about with me: Therefore I will enter into him for some good cheere: My friend, I see thou art a faint hearted fellow, Thou hast no stomacke to fight, Therefore let vs go to the Alehouse and drinke. Well, content, goe thy wayes and say thy prayers, Thou scapst my hands to day. Tell me sweet loue, how is thy minde content, What canst thou brooke to liue with George a Greene? Oh George, how litle pleasing are these words? Came I from Bradford for the loue of thee? And left my father for so sweet a friend? Here will I liue vntill my life doe end. Happy am I to haue so sweet a loue. But what are these come trasing here along? Three men come striking through the corne, My loue. Backe againe, you foolish trauellers, For you are wrong, and may not wend this way. That were great shame. Now by my soule, proud sir, We be three tall yeomen, and thou art but one: Come, we will forward in despite of him. Leape the ditch, or I will make you skip. What, cannot the hie way serue your turne, But you must make a path ouer the corne? Why, art thou mad? dar'st thou incounter three? We are no babes, man, looke vpon our limmes.