George a Green, the Pinner of Wakefield · chunk 15 of 16
Greene, Robert · published 1599 · first performed or written 1590 [1587-1591] (Annals) romance · Sussex's Men unassigned nearest T47 Knaves, thieves and bawds · 506 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of the nearest topic T47: knave, rogue, money, knaves, thief, rogues, pray, whore, nichol, book.
See George, two men are passing Through the town, Two lusty men, and yet they trail their staves. Robin, they are some peasants Tricked in yeoman's weeds. Hollo, you two travelers. Call you us, sir? ay, you. Are ye not big enough to bear Your bats upon your necks, But you must trail them along the streets? Yes sir, we are big enough, but here is a custom Kept, that none may pass his staff upon his neck, Unless he trail it at the weapon's point. Sir, we are men of peace, and love to sleep In our whole skins, and therefore quietness is best. Base minded peasants, worthless to be men, What, have you bones and limbs to strike a blow, And be your hearts so faint, you cannot fight? Wert not for shame, I would shrub your shoulders well, And teach you manhood against another time. Well preached sir Jack, down with your staff. Do you hear my friends? and you be wise, Keep down your staves, For all the town will rise upon you. Thou speakest like an honest quiet fellow. But hear you me, In spite of all the swains Of Dradford town, bear me your staves upon your necks, Or to begin withal, I'll baste you both so well, You were never better basted in your lives. We will hold up our staves. What, have you any more? Call all your town forth, cut, and long-tail. What, George a Green, is it you? A plague found you, I think you longed to swinge me well. Come George, we will crush a pot before we part. A pot you slave, we will have an hundred. Here, Will Perkins, take my purse, Fetch me a stand of Ale, and set in the Market place, That all may drink that are athirst this day, For this is for a free to welcome Robin Hood To Bradford town. Here Robin, sit thou here: for thou art the best man What is that? Hark in your ear. Go your ways and do it. Come down on your knees, I have got it. Let us hear what it is first. marry, because you have drunk with the king, And the king hath so graciously pledged you, You shall be no more called Shoemakers. But you and yours to the world's end, Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft. I beseech your majesty reform this Which he hath spoken. I beseech your worship consume this Which he hath spoken. Confirm it, you would say. Well, he hath done it for you, it is sufficient. Come, George, we will go to Grime, And have thy love. I am sure your worship will abide: For yonder is coming old Musgrove, And mad Cuddie his son. Master, my fellow Wilie comes dressed like a woman, And master Grime will marry Wilie: Here they come. Which is thy old father, Cuddie? This, if it please your majesty. Ah old Musgrove, kneel up, It fits not such grey hairs to kneel.
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See George, two men are passing Through the towne, Two lustie men, and yet they traile their staues. Robin, they are some pesants Trickt in yeomans weedes. Hollo, you two trauellers. Call you vs, sir? I, you. Are ye not big inough to beare Your bats vpon your neckes, But you must traile them along the streetes? Yes sir, we are big inough, but here is a custome Kept, that none may passe his staffe vpon his necke, Vnlesse he traile it at the weapons point. Sir, we are men of peace, and loue to sleepe In our whole skins, and therefore quietnes is best. Base minded pesants, worthlesse to be men, What, haue you bones and limmes to strike a blow, And be your hearts so faint, you cannot fight? Wert not for shame, I would shrub your shoulders well, And teach you manhood against another time. Well preacht sir Iacke, downe with your staffe. Do you heare my friends? and you be wise, Keepe downe your staues, For all the towne will rise vpon you. Thou speakest like an honest quiet fellow. But heare you me, In spite of all the swaines Of Dradford town, beare me your staues vpon your necks, Or to begin withall, Ile baste you both so well, You were neuer better basted in your liues. We will hold vp our staues. What, haue you any more? Call all your towne forth, cut, and longtaile. What, George a Greene, is it you? A plague found you, I thinke you long'd to swinge me well. Come George, we wil crush a pot before we part. A pot you slaue, we will haue an hundred. Heere, Will Perkins, take my purse, Fetch me a stand of Ale, and set in the Market place, That all may drinke that are athirst this day, For this is for a free to welcome Robin Hood To Bradford towne. Here Robin, sit thou here: for thou art the best man What is that? Hearke in your eare. Goe your wayes and do it. Come downe on your knees, I haue got it. Let vs heare what it is first. Mary, because you haue drunke with the king, And the king hath so graciously pledgd you, You shall be no more called Shoomakers. But you and yours to the worlds ende, Shall be called the trade of the gentle craft. I beseech your maiestie reforme this Which he hath spoken. I beseech your worship consume this Which he hath spoken. Confirme it, you would say. Well, he hath done it for you, it is sufficient. Come, George, we will goe to Grime, And haue thy loue. I am sure your worship will abide: For yonder is comming olde Musgroue, And mad Cuddie his sonne. Master, my fellow Wilie comes drest like a woman, And master Grime will marrie Wilie: Heere they come. Which is thy old father, Cuddie? This, if it please your maiestie. Ah old Musgroue, kneele vp, It fits not such gray haires to kneele.