George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 14 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 · 492 words
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Sirrah, the biggest limbs have not the stourest hearts. Were ye as good as Robin Hood, and his three merry men, I'll drive you back the same way that ye came. Be ye men, ye scorn to encounter me all at once, But be ye cowards, set upon me all three, And try the Pinner what he dares perform. Were thou as high in deeds, As thou art haughty in words, Thou well mightest be a champion for a king: But empty vessels have the loudest sounds, And cowards prattle more than men of worth. Sirrah, darest thou try me? I sirrah, that I dare. How now? what art thou down? Come, sir, I am next. Come sirrah, now to me, spare me not, For I'll not spare thee. Make no doubt, I will be as liberal to thee. Stay, George, for here I do protest, Thou art the stoutest champion that ever I laid Hands upon. Soft you sir, by your leave you lie, You never yet laid hands on me. George, wilt thou forsake Wakefield, And go with me, Two liveries will give thee every year, And fortie crownes shall be thy see. Why, who art thou? Why, Robin Hood: I am come hither with my Marian, And these my yeomen for to visit thee. Robin Hood? next to king Edward Art thou lief to me: Welcome, sweet Robin, welcome, maid Marian. And welcome, you my friends. Will you to my poor house, You shall have wafer cakes your fill, A piece of beef hung up since Martlemas, Mutton and veal, if this like you not, Take that you find, or that you bring for me. Godamercies, good George, I'll be thy guest today. Robin, therein thou honourest me. I'll lead the way. Come on, king Iames, now we are Thus disguised, There is none (I know) will take us to be kings: I think we are now in Bradford, Where all the merry shoemakers dwell. Down with your staves, my friends, Down with them. Down with our staves? I pray thee, why so? My friend, I see thou art a stranger here, Else wouldest thou not have questioned of the thing. This is the town of merry Bradford, And here hath been a custom kept of old, That none may bear his staff upon his neck, But trail it all along throughout the town, Unless they mean to have about with me. But hear you sir, hath the king Granted you this custom? King or Kaisar, none shall pass this way, Except King Edward, No not the stoutest groom that haunts his court: Therefore down with your staves. What were we best to do? Faith, my Lord, they are stout fellows. And because we will see some sport, We will trail our staves. Hearest thou, my friend? Because we are men of peace and travelers, We are content to trail our staves. The way lies before you, go along.
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Sirra, the biggest lims haue not the stourest hearts. Were ye as good as Robin Hood, and his three mery men, Ile driue you backe the same way that ye came. Be ye men, ye scorne to incounter me all at once, But be ye cowards, set vpon me all three, And try the Pinner what he dares performe. Were thou as high in deedes, As thou art haughtie in wordes, Thou well mightest be a champion for a king: But emptie vessels haue the loudest sounds, And cowards prattle more than men of worth. Sirra, darest thou trie me? I sirra, that I dare. How now? what art thou downe? Come, sir, I am next. Come sirra, now to me, spare me not, For Ile not spare thee. Make no doubt, I will be as liberall to thee. Stay, George, for here I doo protest, Thou art the stoutest champion that euer I layd Handes vpon. Soft you sir, by your leaue you lye, You neuer yet laid hands on me. George, wilt thou forsake Wakefield, And go with me, Two liueries will giue thee euerie yeere, And fortie crownes shall be thy see. Why, who art thou? Why, Robin Hood: I am come hither with my Marian, And these my yeomen for to visit thee. Robin Hood? next to king Edward Art thou leefe to me: Welcome, sweet Robin, welcome, mayd Marian. And welcome, you my friends. Will you to my poore house, You shall haue wafer cakes your fill, A peece of beefe hung vp since Martlemas, Mutton and veale, if this like you not, Take that you finde, or that you bring for me. Godamercies, good George, Ile be thy ghest to day. Robin, therein thou honourest me. Ile leade the way. Come on, king Iames, now wee are Thus disguised, There is none (I know) will take vs to be kings: I thinke we are now in Bradford, Where all the merrie shoomakers dwell. Downe with your staues, my friends, Downe with them. Downe with our staues? I pray thee, why so? My friend, I see thou art a stranger heere, Else wouldest thou not haue questiond of the thing. This is the towne of merrie Bradford, And here hath beene a custome kept of olde, That none may beare his staffe vpon his necke, But traile it all along throughout the towne, Vnlesse they meane to haue about with me. But heare you sir, hath the king Granted you this custome? King or Kaisar, none shall passe this way, Except King Edward, No not the stoutest groome that haunts his court: Therefore downe with your staues. What were we best to do? Faith, my Lord, they are stoute fellowes. And because we will see some sport, We will traile our staues. Heer'st thou, my friend? Because we are men of peace and trauellers, We are content to traile our staues. The way lyes before you, go along.