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OXFORD  UNIVERSITY 

PRESS 


THE  COMEDY 

OF  GEORGE  A  GREEN 

1599 


THE  M ALONE  SOCIETY 

REPRINTS 

191 1 


This  reprint  of  George  a  Green  has  been  prepared  by 
F.  W.  Clarke  with  the  assistance  of  the  General  Editor. 

Oct.  191 1.  W.  W.  Greg. 


In  the  Stationers'  Register  appears  the  following  entry :      l^t\ 

primo  die  Aprilis  [i5:()y] 

Entred  for  his  copie  under  the  wardens  handes  an  Enterlude  called  the  Cuchbert 

Pynder  of  Wakefeilde vj"*  ^"^''/'^  / 

[Arber's  Transcript,  11.  apy.] 

Whether  Burby  delayed  acting  upon  this  entry,  or  whether 

the  original  edition  has  perished,  there  is  no  means  of  telling, 

but  no  edition  bearing  an  earlier  date  than   1^99  is  at 

present  known.     Of  the  edition  of  1/99  various  copies  are 

recorded.     In  the  preparation  of  the  present  reprint  those 

in  the  Bodleian  and  British  Museum  have  been  collated 

throughout,  while  reference  has  also  been  had  to  others  in 

the  possession  of  the  Duke  of  Devonshire  and  Mr.  T.  J. 

Wise.     No  differences  have  been  observed.     The  play  is 

in  quarto  and  is  printed  in  an  ordinary  roman  fount  of 

which  20  lines  measure  112  mm.     This  size  is  intermediate 

between  modern  English  and  Great  Primer,  and  in  the 

reprint  it  has  consequently  been  necessary  to  replace  it  by 

English  thin  leaded. 

The  piece  is  known  to  have  been  performed,  apparently 

as  an  old  play,  by  the  Earl  of  Sussex'  men  at  the  Rose 

playhouse  in  the  winter  of  15-93-4,  the  following  entries 

regarding  it  appearing  in  the  Diary  of  Philip  Henslowe 

(fol.  8^) : 

1^  at  gorge  a  gren  the  19  [?i8]  of  desembj  15:93 iij"  x" 

^  at  gorge  a  grene  the  x  of  lenewarye  1 5*93 xviij^ 

$:  at  the  piner  of  wiackefelld  the  8  of  lenewary  1593 xxiij^ 

^  at  gorge  a  grene  the  15-  of  lenewarye  i5'93 xx« 

J^  at  gorge  a  grene  the  ii  [?  z^]  of  lenewarye xxv' 

The  text  as  we  have  it  has  almost  certainly  been  cut  down 
for  some  reason  or  other,  and  contains  various  inconsistencies, 
though  these  do  not  necessarily  imply  composite  authorship. 

V 


p*,' 


On  the  question  of  authorship  there  is  important  but 
rather  perplexing  evidence.  The  copy  of  the  play,  namely, 
in  the   possession  of  the    Duke  of  Devonshire   has    the 

following  notes  on  the  title-page.     '  Written  by a 

minister,  who  ac[ted]  the  piners  pt  in  it  himself.  Teste 
W  Shakes pea[re.]'  'Ed  luby  saith  that  the  play  was  made 
by  Ro.  Gree[ne.] '  The  ends  of  the  lines  have  been  cropped 
in  binding  and  the  '  r'  in  the  last  word  has  apparently  been 
altered,  possibly  from  'n'.  There  is  no  doubt  that  these 
two  notes  are  in  two  different  hands  of  the  early  seventeenth 
century,  but  their  bearing  is  less  clear.  The  writer  of  the 
first  evidently  did  not  know  the  name  of  the  author  but 
put  a  line  of  dots  in  its  place.  The  second  writer  (who  may 
also  have  inserted  some  smaller  dots)  has  left  it  doubtful 
whether  his  note  is  intended  as  a  confirmation  or  a  correction. 
There  is  no  evidence  that  Robert  Green  the  author  was 
ever  in  orders.  Edward  Juby  was  a  well-known  actor  of  the 
Lord  Admiral's  (subsequently  Prince  Henry's)  company,  but 
his  history  previous  to  1795-  is  not  known.  It  remains 
doubtful,  however,  how  much  importance  should  be  attached 
to  such  anonymous  memoranda  as  these  in  the  absence  of 
greater  internal  support  for  the  attribution  than  can  be 
claimed  in  the  present  case.  The  provenance  of  the  inscribed 
copy  seems  rather  doubtful :  it  apparently  did  not  form 
part  of  the  Kemble  collection. 

It  has  been  suggested  that  both  the  ^  lohn  Taylour '  of 
1.  18  and  the  'Will  Perkins '  of  1.  11 78  are  names  of  actors 
which  have  accidentally  crept  into  the  text.  This  seems 
likely  enough,  but  no  record  survives  of  either. 

The  main  story  of  the  play  is  also  found  in  a  prose 

vi 


romance  preserved  in  manuscript  at  Sion  College.  Whether 
an  early  printed  edition  ever  existed  is  not  known.  That 
the  romance  was  the  original  of  the  play  seems  likely,  though 
it  is  not  certain  whether  or  not  the  actual  manuscript  that 
has  survived  is  earlier  than  the  seventeenth  century.  A 
different  romance,  which  knows  nothing  of  the  chief  events 
of  the  play,  was  printed  in  16^2.  To  this  was  appended  a 
ballad  on  the  same  subject  of  which  a  late  broadside  is  also 
known. 

The  thanks  of  the  Society  are  due  to  His  Grace  the  Duke 
of  Devonshire  for  allowing  the  reproduction  of  the  title- 
page  to  his  copy  of  the  play,  to  his  librarian,  Mr.  J.  P. 
Maine,  for  information  as  to  readings,  and  to  Mr.  T.  J.  Wise 
for  kindly  placing  his  copy  at  the  disposal  of  the  editor. 


List  of  Irregular  and  Doubtful  Readings 


zo  lofjn  {lohn.) 
tell, 

a  I  lame 

81  fo  euer 
105-  efteeeme 

II 5"  c.w.  George  (11.6  George.) 
i<)6  Right 

11C)  {belongs  after  x^o) 
166  [belongs  after  x67) 
i8o  lame 
xy^  Not 

7^(^6  Exeunt  omncs.  (?  Exeunt  belovj.) 
418  blew,  (blew.) 


4.19  Who 

4.31  hoorfen 

4.5" 4,  lacke  (i.e.  lenkin) 

549  yonr 

^6'^  confidering 

y8o  reafon  (reafon.) 

587  them  them 

i)C)6  c.w.  Goe  (^97  Go) 

6zo  goes  alone,  (?  gods  a  loue,) 

6z6  hard-by 

6'47  Exit.  {Exit  Wily.) 

6()()  pcrfeuerance 

[i.e.  perceiverancc) 


vu 


737  But  {ie.  But  it) 

74.1^  will,  (Pvvilht,) 

795"  ground  (}  goiune) 

8a8  Gramercie,  (?  Gramcrcie) 

889  him  (?them) 

893   their  (?  our) 

^c6  Kend. 

^6<)   plunke, 

9^0  Wakefield,  (?  Bradford,) 
104.3   {belongs  after  1044) 
iii8  c.w.  There-  (1119  Therefore) 


115-^  flirub 

\\6i  me,  In 

\\6\  vpou 

1 181  fece 

1 1 84.  here :  [colon  doubtful) 

1213  merit 

1 23 1  a  b  odie 

1170  kneele  (Pftand) 

1283  The  hold  of  both: 

1332  lamie. 


List  of  Characters 


in  order  of  appearance 


Henry  Momford,  Earl  of 

Kendal 
Lord  BoNFiELD  yrebels. 

Sir  Gilbert  Armstrong 
Sir  Nicholas  Mannering 
John  Taylor,  a  post. 

a  Justice         jof  Wakefield. 

a  Townsman  j 

George  a  Greene. 

William  Musgrove. 

Cuddy,  his  son. 

Grlme. 

Bettris,  his  daughter. 

James,  king  of  Scotland. 


Lord  Humes. 

Ned,  son  of  Jane  a  Barley. 

Jane  a  Barley. 

a  Messenger. 

Jenkin,  a  clown,  servant  to  George. 

Wily,  boy  to  George. 

Edward,  king  of  England. 

The  Earl  of  Warwick. 

Robin  Hood. 

Maid  Marian  ] 

Scarlet  ■  his  followers. 

Much  ) 

a  Shoemaker  of  Bradford. 


Followers  of  Kendal,  Scottish  soldiers,  English  nobles,  townsmen,  shoe- 
makers, attendants. 


vui 


PLEASANT 

CONCEYTED    CO- 

medic  of  George  a  Greene^  the  Pinner 

of  yiy^akcficld.    C  .    .  r 

7>tj-y*i  fN\^.     >^/^'  -^1 


-•  -  ♦  - 


kjfs  it  rcas/ufjdry  times  aUcdby  thcfcrudtttsofthc  right 
Honourable  the  Earle  of  Suffix, 


/J  ^  ' 


I  mprintcd  at  London  by  Simon  Stafford, 

tor  Ciichbcrt  Burby :  And  arc  to  kt  k  Id :'  his  (hop 
occrc  the  llo)  al!  liXihan^c.     l^9^> 


A  I  RECTO  (Devon.) 


A  pleafant  conceyted  Comedie  of 
George aGrecnc,  the  Pinner  of  VVakcficld. 


E^ntcr  the  Earit  of  Kendall,  rv  it  h  himthe 
LordBoufild,  Sir  Gilbert  K^rmcjlrong, 
mdlobtu 


Earlcof  KtndalL 


r^^'v^fip^Ekomc  to  Bradford,  m.irtiall  gentlemen, 
l^pi^  L.Bonfild,^{)X Gilbert ^rmjlronghoih. 
And  all  my  troiipSjCuC  to  my  bafcft  groomc. 
Courage  and  welcome,  for  tlic  day  is  ours : 
^  Our  caule  is  good,  it  is  for  the  lands  auayle; 
Then  let  vs  figlir,  and  dye  for  Englands  good. 
0////;ci-.  V/c  will,  my  Lord. 
KendalL  As  I  am  Hcririe  Mom  ford,  KcndaU  EarlV 
You  lionoiir  me  with  tliis  afTent  of  yours. 
And  here  vpon  my  fword  I  make  protcft, 

A.2.  For 


A  Z    RECTO  (BODL.) 


A 


PLEASANT 

CONCEYTED    CO- 

medie  oiGeorge  aGreene^t\\e?mnev 
of  Wakefield. 


As  it  wasfundry  times  acted  by  theferuants  of  the  right 
Honourable  the  Earle  ofSuJfex, 


Imprinted  at  London  by  Simon  Stafford, 

forCuthbertBurby:  Andaretobefoldathisdiop 

neere  the  Royall  Excliange. 


IS  99- 


A  pleafant  conceyted  Comedie  of 

George  a  Greene^  the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 


Enter  the  Earle  of  Kendal!^  with  him  the 
Lord  Bonfildy  Sir  Gilbert  Armefirong^ 
and  lohn. 


Sc.  i 


Earle  of  Kendall. 


Elcome  to  Bradford,  martiall  gentlemen, 

WL.  Bonfld.^  &  fir  Gilbert  Armflrong  both, 
And  all  my  troups,  euc  to  my  bafeft  groome. 
Courage  and  welcome  j  for  the  day  is  ours  : 

lOur  caufe  is  good,  it  is  for  the  lands  auayle: 

Then  let  vs  fight,  and  dye  for  Englands  good. 

Omnes.  We  will,  my  Lord. 

Kendall.  As  I  am  Henrie  Momford^  Kendals  Earle, 

You  honour  me  with  this  aflcnt  of  yours. 

And  here  vpon  my  fword  I  make  proteft, 

A.2.  For 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 
For  to  relieue  the  poore,  or  dye  my  felfe : 
And  know,  my  Lords,  that  lames^  the  King  of  Scots, 
Warres  hard  vpon  the  borders  of  this  land : 
Here  is  his  Poft :  fay,  lohn  Taylour, 
What  newes  with  King  lames  ? 

io  lohn   Warre,  my  Lord :  tell,  and  good  newes  I  trow : 
For  king  lame  vowes  to  meete  you  the  16.  of  this  month, 
God  willing,  marie  doth  he  lir. 

Kendall.  My  friends,  you  fee  what  we  haue  to  winne. 
Well,  lohn,  commend  me  to  king  lames. 
And  tell  him  I  will  meete  him  the  x6.  of  this  month, 
And  all  the  reft  :  and  fo  farewell.  Exit  lohn, 

Bonfild^  why  ftandft  thou  as  a  man  in  dumps  ? 
Courage :  for  if  I  winne.  He  make  thee  Duke : 
I  Henry  Momford  will  be  King  my  felfe, 

30  And  I  will  make  thee  Duke  of  Lancalter, 
And  Gilbert  Armeftrong  Lord  of  Doncafter. 
Bonfild.  Nothing,  my  Lord,  makes  me  amazde  at  all, 
But  that  our  fouldiers  findes  our  victuals  fcant  : 
We  muft  make  hauocke  of  thofe  countrey  Swaynes : 
For  fo  will  the  reft  tremble  and  be  afraid, 
And  humbly  fend  prouifion  to  your  campe. 
Gilb.  My  Lord   Bonfild  giues  good  aduice, 
They  make  a  fcorne  and  ftand  vpon  the  King : 
So  what  is  brought,  is  fent  from  them  perforce  j 

40  Aske  Mannering  elfe. 

Kend.  What  fayeft  thou,  Mannering? 

Man.  When  as  I  fliew'd  your  high  commifsion, 

They 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

They  made  this  anfwere, 

Onely  to  fend  prouifion  for  your  horfes. 

Kend.  Well,  hye  thee  to  Wakefield,  bid  the  Towne 

To  fend  me  all  prouifion  that  I  want ; 

Leaft  I,  like  martiall  Tamberlaine,  lay  wafte 

Their  bordering  Countries, 

And  leauing  none  aliue  that  contradicts  my  Commifsion. 

Man.  Let  me  alone,  my  Lord,  He  make  them  jo 

Vayle  their  plumes  :  for  whatfoere  he  be. 

The  proudeft  Knight,  luftice,  or  other,  that  gaynfayeth 

Your  word,  He  clap  him  fall,  to  make  the  reft  to  feare. 

Kend.  Doe  fo  Nick :  hye  thee  thither  prefently. 

And  let  vs  heare  of  thee  againe  to  morrowe. 

Man,  Will  you  not  remooue,  my  Lord  > 

Kend.  No :  I  will  lye  at  Bradford  all  this  night. 

And  all  the  next :  come,  Bonfield,  let  vs  goe. 

And  liften  out  fome  bonny  lafles  here.  Exeunt  omnes. 

Enter  the  lujlice^  a  Townefman.,  George  a  Greene^  and  Sc.  a 

Sir  Nicholas  Mannering  with  his  Commifsion. 

Iiiflice,  M.  Mannering,  ftand  afide,  whileft  we  conferre       6i 

What  is  beft  to  doe. 

Townefmen  of  Wakefield,  the  Earle  of  Kendall 

Here  hath  fent  for  victuals  j 

And  in  ayding  him,  we  fhewe  our  felues 

No  lefle  than  traytours  to  the  King  : 

Therefore  let  me  heare,  Townefmen, 

WJiat  is  your  confents. 

A.  3.  Toivnef. 


The  pleafant  Comedle  of 
70  Towncf.  Euen  as  you  pleafc  we  are  all  content. 

luflice.  Then  M.  Mannering  we  arc  rcfolu'd. 

Man.  As  howe  > 

lufiice.  Marrie  fir,  thus. 

We  will  fend  the  Earle  of  Kendall  no  victuals, 

Becaufe  he  is  a  traytour  to  the  King ; 

And  in  ayding  him  we  fliewe  our  felues  no  lelle. 

Man.  Why,  men  of  Wakefield,  are  you  waxen  madde  5 

That  prefent  danger  cannot  whet  your  wits, 

Wifely  to  make  prouifion  of  your  felues? 
80  The  Earle  is  thirtie  thoufand  men  ftrong  in  power, 

And  what  to wne  fo  euer  him  refift, 

He  layes  it  flat  and  leuell  with  the  ground : 

Ye  filly  men,  you  feeke  your  owne  decay : 

Therefore  fend  my  Lord  fuch  prouifion  as  he  wants, 

So  he  will  fpare  your  towne,  and  come  no  neerer 

Wakefield  then  he  is. 

luflice.  Mafl:er  Mannering,  you  haue  your  anfwere. 

You  may  be  gone. 

Man.  Well,  WoodrofFe,  for  fo  I  gefle  is  thy  name, 
90  He  make  thee  curfe  thy  ouerthwart  deniall  j 

And  all  that  fit  vpon  the  bench  this  day, 

Shall  rue  the  houre  they  haue  withftood  my  Lords 

Commifsion. 

luflice.  Doe  thy  worft,  we  feare  thee  not. 

Man.  See  you  thefe  feales  ?  before  you  palle  the  towne, 

I  will  haue  all  things  my  Lord  doth  want, 

In  fpitc  of  you. 

George 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

George  a  Greene.  Proud  dapper  lacke,  vayle  bonnet  to 

The  bench, 

That  reprefents  the  perfon  of  the  King;  loo 

Or  lirra,  He  lay  thy  head  before  thy  feete. 

Man.  Why,  who  art  thou  > 

George.  Why,  I  am  George  a  Greene, 

True  liegeman  to  my  King, 

Who  fcornes  that  men  of  fuch  efteeeme  as  thefe. 

Should  brooke  the  braues  of  any  trayterous  fquire  : 

You  of  the  bench,  and  you  my  fellowe  friends. 

Neighbours,  we  fubiects  all  vnto  the  King, 

We  are  Englifh  borne,  and  therefore  Edwards  friends, 

Voude  vnto  him  euen  in  our  mothers  wombe,  iio 

Our  mindes  to  God,  our  hearts  vnto  our  King, 

Our  wealth,  our  homage,  and  our  carcafes, 

Be  all  King  Edwards ;  then  iirra,  we  haue 

Nothing  left  for  traytours,  but  our  fwordes. 

Whetted  to  bathe  them  in  your  bloods. 

And  dye  againft  you,  before  we  fend  you  any  victuals. 

lufiice.  Well  fpoken,  George  a  Greene. 

Townef.  Pray  let  George  a  Greene  ipeake  for  vs. 

George.  Sirra  you  get  no  victuals  here, 

Not  if  a  hoofe  of  beefe  would  faue  your  Hues.  no 

Man.    Fellowe,  I  itand  amazde  at  thy  prefumption : 

Why,  what  art  thou  that  darelt  gaynfay  my  Lord, 

Knowing  his  mighty  puiflance  and  his  ftroke } 

Why,  my  friend,  I  come  not  barely  of  my  felfe : 

For  fee,  I  haue  a  large  Commifsion. 

George 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

George.  Let  mc  fee  it,  firra. 

Whofc  feales  be  thefe? 

Math  This  is  the  Earle  of  Kendals  fcale  at  armes, 

This  Lord  Charnel  Bonfields, 
130  And  this  fir  Gilbert  Armeftrongs. 

George.  I  tell  thee,  firra,  did  good  King  Edwards  fonne 

Seale  a  commifsion  againlt  the  King  his  father, 

Thus  would  I  teare  it  in  defpite  of  him. 
He  teares  the  Commifsion. 

Being  traytour  to  my  Soueraigne. 

Man.   What?  haft  thou  torne  my  Lords  Commifsion? 

Thou  flialt  rue  it,  and  fo  fliall  all  Wakefield. 

George.  What,  are  you  in  choler  ?  I  will  giue  you  pilles 

To  coole  your  ftomacke. 
140  Seeft  thou  thefe  feales? 

Now  by  my  fathers  foule,  which  was  a  yeoman, 

When  he  was  aliue,  eate  them, 

Or  eate  my  daggers  poynt,  proud  fquire. 

Man.  But  thou  doeft  but  ieft,  I  hope. 

George.  Sure  that  fhall  you  fee,  before  we  two  part. 

Man.  Well,  and  there  be  no  remedie,  fo  George, 

One  is  gone :  I  pray  thee  no  more  nowe. 

George.  O  fir,  if  one  be  good,  the  others  cannot  hurt. 

So  fir,  nowe  you  may  goe  tell  the  Earle  of  Kendall, 
I  JO  Although  I  haue  rent  his  large  Commifsion, 

Yet  of  curtefie  I  haue  fent  all  his  feales 

Backe  againe  by  you. 

Man.  Well,  fir,  I  will  doe  your  arrant.     Exit. 

George. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

George.  Nowe  let  him  tell  his  Lord,  that  he  hath 

Spoke  with  George  a  Greene, 

Right  pinner  of  merrie  Wakefield  towne. 

That  hath  phificke  for  a  foole, 

Pilles  for  a  traytour  that  doeth  wrong  his  Soueraigne. 

Are  you  content  with  this  that  I  haue  done  ? 

lujlice.  I,  content,  George :  i^o 

For  highly  haft  thou  honourd  Wakefield  towne, 

In  cutting  of  proud  Manner ing  fo  fhort. 

Come,  thou  flialt  be  my  welcome  gheft  to  day ; 

For  well  thou  haft  deferu'd  reward  and  fauour. 

Exeunt  oinnes. 

Enter  olde  Mufgroue^  and yong  Cuddie  his  fonne.  Sc  m 

Cuddle.  Nowe  gentle  father  lift  vnto  thy  fonne. 
And  for  my  mothers  loue, 
That  earft  was  blythe  and  bonny  in  thine  eye, 
Graunt  one  petition  that  I  fhall  demaimd.  170 

Olde  Mufgroue.  What  is  that,  my  Cuddie  > 
Cuddie.  Father,  you  knowe  the  ancient  enmitie  of  late, 
Betweene  the  Mufgroues  and  the  wily  Scottes, 
Whereof  they  haue  othe, 
Not  to  leaue  one  aliue  that  ftrides  a  launce. 
O  Father,  you  are  olde,  and  wayning  age  vnto  the  graue : 
Olde   William    Mufgroue,   which   whilome   was   thought, 
The  braueft  horfeman  in  all  Weftmerland, 
Is  weake,  and  forft  to  ftay  his  arme  vpon  a  ftaffe, 
That  earft  could  wield  a  launce  :  180 

B.  I.  Then, 


The  plcaflmt  Comedie  of 

Then,  gentle  Father,  refigne  the  hold  to  me ; 

Giue  armes  to  yoiitli,  and  honour  vnto  age. 

MnJ.  Auaimt,  falfe  hearted  boy,  my  ioynts  doe  quake, 

Euen  with  anguiili  of  thy  verie  words. 

Hath  William  Mulgroue  feene  an  hundred  yercs.^ 

Haue  I  bene  feard  and  dreaded  of  the  Scottes, 

That  when  they  heard  my  name  in  any  roade, 

They  fled  away,  and  polted  thence  amaine  ? 

And  fliall  I  dye  with  fliame  nowe  in  mine  age } 
190  No,  Cuddie,  no,  thus  refolue  I, 

Here  haue  I  liu'd,  and  here  will  Mufgroue  dye. 

Exeunt  omnes. 
Sc.  h  Enter  Lord  Bonfld^  Sir  Gilbert  Armefirong^ 

M.  Grime^  and  Bettris  his  daughter. 

Bon.  Now,  getle  Grime,  God  a  mercy  for  our  good  chere, 

Our  fare  was  royall,  and  our  welcome  great ; 

And  fith  fo  kindly  thou  haft  entertained  vs, 

If  we  returne  with  happie  victorie. 

We  will  deale  as  friendly  with  thee  in  recompence. 
200  Grime.    Your  welcome  was  but  dutie,  gentle  Lord  : 

For  wherefore  haue  we  giuen  vs  our  wealth. 

But  to  make  our  betters  welcome  when  they  come? 

O,  this  goes  hard  when  tray  tours  muft  be  flattered: 

But  life  is  fweete,  and  I  cannot  withftand  it. 

God  (I  hope)  will  reuenge  the  quarrell  of  my  King. 

Gilb.  What  laid  you,  Grime? 

Grime.  I  fay,  fir  Gilbert,  looking  on  my  daughter, 

I  curfe  the  houre  that  ere  I  got  the  girle: 

For 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

For  fir,  file  may  haue  many  wealthy  futers, 

And  yet  fhe  difdaines  them  all,  to  haue  no 

Poore  George  a  Greene  vnto  her  husband. 

Bonfild.  On  that,  good  Grime,  I  am  talking  with  thy 

Daughter; 

But  file  in  quirkes  and  quiddities  of  loue, 

Sets  me  to  fchoole,  llie  is  fo  ouerwife. 

But,  gentle  girle,  if  thou  wilt  forfake 

The  pinner,  and  be  my  loue,  I  will  aduaunce  thee  high: 

To  dignifie  thofe  haires  of  amber  hiew, 

He  grace  them  with  a  chaplet  made  of  pearle. 

Set  with  choice  rubies,  fparkes,  and  diamonds,  2zo 

Planted  vpon  a  veluet  hood  to  hide  that  head. 

Wherein  two  faphires  burne  like  fparkling  fire  : 

This  will  I  doe,  faire  Bettris,  and  farre  more. 

If  thou  wilt  loue  the  Lord  of  Doncafter. 

Bettris.  Heigh  ho,  my  heart  is  in  a  higher  place, 

Perhaps  on  the  Earle,  if  that  be  he. 

See  where  he  comes,  or  angrie  or  in  loue; 

For  why,  his  colour  looketh  difcontent. 

Kendall.  Come,  Nick,  followe  me. 

Enter  the  Earle  of  Kendall  and  Nicholas  Mannerin^.  230 

Bmfild.  Howe  nowe,  my  Lord  }  what  newes  > 

Kendall.   Such  newes,  Bonfild,   as  will   make  thee  laugh. 

And  fret  thy  fill,  to  heare  how  Nick  was  vfde  : 

Why,  the  luftices  ftandon  their  termes; 

Nick,  as  you  knowe,  is  hawtie  in  his  words; 

B.  2.  He 


The  pleafaiit  Comedie  of 

He  layd  the  lawe  vnto  the  luitices, 
With  threatning  braues,  that  one  lookt  on  another, 
Ready  to  Itoope :  but  that  a  churle  came  in, 
One  George  a  Greene,  the  pinner  of  the  towne, 

240  And  with  his  dagger  drawne  layd  hands  on  Nick, 
And  by  no  beggers  fwore  that  we  were  traytours, 
Rent  our  Commifsion,  and  vpon  a  braue. 
Made  Nick  to  eate  the  feales,  or  brooke  the  ftabbe: 
Poore  Mannering  afraid,  came  pofting  hither  ftraight. 
Bettris.  Oh  lonely  George,  fortune  be  ftill  thy  friend. 
And  as  thy  thoughts  be  high,  fo  be  thy  minde, 
In  all  accords,  euen  to  thy  hearts  delire. 
Bo7ifild.  What  fayes  faire  Bettris? 
Grimes.  My  Lord,  flie  is   praying  for   George  a   Greene: 

250  He  is  the  man,  and  fhe  will  none  but  him. 
BonfiU.  But  him  ?  why,  looke  on  me,  my  girle : 
Thou  knoweft,  that  yefternight  I  courted  thee. 
And  fwore  at  my  returne  to  wedde  with  thee  : 
Then  tell  me,  loue,  Ihall  I  haue  all  thy  faire  > 
Bettris.  I  care  not  for  Earle,  nor  yet  for  Knight, 
Nor  Baron  that  is  fo  bold : 
For  George  a  Greene  the  merrie  pinner, 
He  hath  my  heart  in  hold. 
Bonfild.    BootlefTe,  my  Lord,  are  many  vaine  replies. 

z6o  Let  vs  hye  vs  to  Wakefield,  and  fend  her  the  pinners  head. 
Kend.  It  Ihall  be  fo.    Grime,  gramercie, 
Shut  vp  thy  daughter,  bridle  her  affects. 
Let  me  not  miffe  her  when  I  make  returne  : 

Therefore 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Therefore  looke  to  her,  as  to  thy  life,  good  Grime. 
Grime.  I  warrant  you,  my  Lord. 

Ex.  Grime  &  Bettris. 
Ken.  And  Bettris,  leaue  a  bafe  pinner,  for  to  loue  an  Earle. 
Faine  would  I  fee  this  pinner  George  a  Greene. 
It  fliall  be  thus : 

Nick  Mannering  fhall  leade  on  the  battell,  Z70 

And  we  three  will  goe  to  Wakefield  in  fome  difguife : 
But  howibeuer,  lie  haue  his  head  today.  Ex.  omnes. 

Enter  the  King  of  Scot s.^  Lord  Humes ^  Sc.  v 

with  foiddiers  and  lohnie. 

King.  Why,  lohnie:    then  the  Earle  of  Kendall  is  blithe. 

And  hath  braue  men  that  troupe  along  with  him. 

lohnie.  I  marie,  my  liege,  and  hath  good  men 

That  come  along  with  him. 

And  vowes  to  meete  you  at  Scrasblefea,  God  willing. 

King.  If  good  S.  Andrewe  lend  King  lame  leaue,  280 

I  will  be  with  him  at  the  pointed  day. 

But  foft :  whofe  pretie  boy  art  thou  > 

Enter  lane  a  Barleys  fonne. 
Ned.  Sir,  I  am  fonne  vnto  Sir  lohn  a  Barley, 
Eldeft  and  all  that  ere  my  mother  had, 
Edward  my  name. 

lame.  And  whither  art  thou  going,  pretie  Ned? 
Ned.  To  feeke  fome  birdes,  and  kill  them,  if  I  can  : 
And  now  my  fcholemailer  is  alfo  gone : 

So  haue  I  libertie  to  ply  my  bowe  :  290 

B.  3.  For 


The  pleafaiit  Comedie  of 

For  when  he  comes,  I  llirre  not  from  my  booke. 

lames.  Lord  Humes,  but  marke  the  vifage  of  this  child  ^ 

By  him  I  gefle  the  beautie  of  his  mother  : 

None  but  Lseda  could  breede  Helena. 

Tell  me,  Ned,  who  is  within  with  thy  mother. 

Ned.  Not  but  her  felfe  and  houfliold  feruants,  fir: 

If  you  would  fpeake  with  her,  knocke  at  this  gate. 

lames.  lohnie,  knocke  at  that  gate. 

Enter  lane  a  Barley  vpon  the  rvalles. 
300  lane.    O,  I  am  betraide  :  what  multitudes   be  thefe } 

James.  Feare  not,  faire  lane :  for  all  thefe  men  are  mine. 

And  all  thy  friends,  if  thou  be  friend  to  me  : 

I  am  thy  louer  lames  the  King  of  Scottes, 

That  oft  haue  fued  and  wooed  with  many  letters, 

Painting  my  outward  pafsions  with  my  pen. 

When  as  my  inward  foule  did  bleede  for  woe : 

Little  regard  was  giuen  to  my  fute, 

But  haply  thy  husbands  prefence  wrought  it : 

Therefore,  fweete  lane,  I  fitted  me  to  time  j 
310  And  hearing  that  thy  husband  was  from  home, 

Am  come  to  craue  what  long  I  haue  deiirde. 

Ned.  Nay,  foft  you,  fir,  you  get  no  entrance  here, 

That  feeke  to  wrong  fir  lohn  a  Barley  fo. 

And  offer  fuch  diflionour  to  my  mother. 

lames.  Why,  what  diflionour,  Ned  ? 

Ned.  Though  young,  yet  often  haue  I  heard 

My  father  fay, 


No  greater  wrong  than  to  be  made  cuckold. 


Were 


tlie  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Were  I  of  age,  or  were  my  bodie  ftrong, 

Were  he  ten  Kings,  I  would  flioote  him  to  the  heart,  3Z0 

That  fliould  attempt  to  giue  fir  lohn  the  home. 

Mother,  let  him  not  come  in, 

I  will  goe  lie  at  lockie  Millers  houfe. 

lames.  Stay  him. 

lane.  I,  well  faid,  Ned,  thou  haft  giuen  the  King 

His  anfwere : 

For  were  the  ghoft  of  Cefar  on  the  earth. 

Wrapped  in  the  wonted  glorie  of  his  honour. 

He  ftiould  not  make  me  wrong  my  husband  fo : 

But  good  King  lames  is  pleafant,  as  I  gefle,  330 

And  meanes  to  trie  what  humour  I  am  in ; 

Elfe  would  he  neuer  haue  brought  an  hoite  of  men, 

To  haue  them  witnes  of  his  Scottiili  luft. 

lames,  lane,  in  faith,  lane. 

lane.  Neuer  reply  :  for  I  proteft  by  the  higheft 

Holy  God, 

That  doometh  iuft  reuenge  for  things  amifle, 

King  lames  of  all  men  fliall  not  haue  my  loue. 

lames.  Then  lift  to  me,  Saint  Andrewe  be  my  boote, 

But  He  rafe  thy  caftle  to  the  verie  ground,  340 

Vnlefle  thou  open  the  gate,  and  let  me  in. 

lane.  I  feare  thee  not.  King  lamie,  doe  thy  worft  : 

This  caftle  is  too  ftrong  for  thee  to  fcale  : 

Befides,  to  morrowe  will  fir  lohn  come  home. 

lames.  Well,  lane,  fince  thou  difdainft  King  lames  loue, 

He  drawe  thee  on  with  fliarpe  and  deepe  extremes : 

B.     4.  For 


The  plcadint  Comedic  of 

For  by  my  fathers  fbule,  this  brat  of  thine 

Shall  periHi  here  before  thine  eyes, 

Vnlelle  thou  open  the  gate,  and  let  me  in. 
■i-yo lane.  O  deepe  extremes:    my  heart  begins   to  breaker 

My  little  Ned  lookes  pale  for  feare. 

Cheare  thee,  my  boy,  I  will  doe  much  for  thee. 

Ned.  But  not  fb  much,  as  to  dilhonour  me. 

lane.  And  if  thou  dyeft,  1  cannot  liue,  fweete  Ned. 

Ned.  Then  dye  with  honour,  mother,  dying   chafte. 

lane.  I  am  armed  : 

My  husbands  loue,  his  honour,  and  his  fame, 

loynes  victorie  by  vertue. 

Nowe,  King  lames,  if  mothers  teares  cannot  alay  thine  ire, 
3^0  Then  butcher  him;  for  I  will  neuer  yeeld: 

The  fonne  lliall  dye,  before  I  wrong  the  father. 

lames.  Why  then  he  dyes. 

Allarum  within :  Enter  a  MeJJenger. 
MeJJenger.  My  Lord,  Mufgroue  is  at  hand. 
lames.  Who,  Mufgroue  >  The  deuill  he  is.  Come, 
My  horfe.  Exeunt  omnes. 

Enter  olde  Mufgroue  with  King  lames  prijoner. 
Muf.  Nowe,  King  lames,  thou  art  my  prifbner. 
lames.  Not  thine,  but  fortunes  prifoner. 

3  7  o  En  te  r  Cuddie. 

Cuddie.  Father,  the  field  is  ours  :  their  colours  we 

Haue  feyzed: 

And  Humes  is  llayne :  I  flewe  him  hand  to  hand. 

MuJ, 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Muf,  God  and  Saint  George. 
Ciiddie.  O  father,  I  am  fore  athirft. 

lane.  Come  in,  young  Cuddie,  come  and  drinke  thy  fill: 
Bring  in  King  lame  with  you  as  a  gheft: 

For  all  this  broile  was  caufe  he  could  not  enter.  ,78 

Exeunt  omnes. 

Enter  George  a  Greejie  alone.  Sc  vi 

George.  The  fweete  content  of  men   that  Hue  in  loue, 
Breedes  fretting  humours  in  a  reillelle  minde, 
And  fanfie  being  checkt  by  fortunes  fpite, 
Growes  too  impatient  in  her  fweete  defires: 
Sweete  to  thofe  men  whome  loue  leades  on  to  blifle, 
But  fowre  to  me,  whofe  happe  is  Hill  amiile. 

Enter  the  Clorvne. 
lenkin.  Marie  amen,  fir. 
George.  Sir,  what  doe  you  crye,  Amen  at  ? 
lenkin.  Why,  did  not  you  talke  of  loue?  390 

George.  Howe  doe  you  knowe  that } 
lenkin.  Well,  though  I  fay  it  that  lliould  not  fay  it. 
There  are  fewe  fellowes  in  our  parifh. 
So  netled  with  loue,  as  I  haue  bene  of  late. 
Geor.  Sirra,  I  thought  no  lefle,  when  the  other  morning. 
You  rofe  fo  earely  to  goe  to  your  wenches. 
Sir,  I  had  thought  you  had  gone  about  my  honeft  bufines. 
lenkin.  Trow  you  haue  hit  it :    for  mafter,   be  it  knowne 
To  you. 

There  is  fome  good  will  betwixt  Madge  the  Soufewife,      400 
And  I, 

C.    I .  Marie 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

Marie  flie  hath  another  louer. 

George.     Canlt   thou    brooke  any  rkials  in  thy  loue? 
hf].  A  rider?  no,  he  is  a  fow-gelder,  and  goes  afoote. 
But  Madge  pointed  to  meete  me  in  your  wheate  clofe. 
Gcor^.  Well,  did  flie  meete  you  there? 
len.  Neuer  make  queftion  of  that: 
And  firft  I  faluted  her  with  a  greene  gowne, 
And  after  fellas  hard  a  wooing, 
410  As  if  the  Prieft  had  bin  at  our  backs,  to  haue  married  vs. 
Georg.  What,  did  flie  grant  > 

len.  Did  flie  graunt?  Neuer  make   quellion  of  that: 
And  fhe  gaue  me  a  fhirt  coler, 
Wrought  ouer  with  no  counterfet  ftufle. 
Georg.  What,  was  it  gold } 
Jen.  Nay,  twas  better  than  gold. 
Georo;.  What  was  it  > 

o 

len.  Right  Couentrie  blew, 

Who   had   no   fooner    come    there,    but    wot    you    who 
420  came  by. 

Georg.  No,  who  ? 

Jen.  Clim  the  fow-gelder. 

Georg.  Came  he  by? 

len.  He  fpide  Madge  and  I  fit  together. 

He  leapt  from  his  horfe,  laid  his  hand  on  his  dagger,  and 

Began  to  fweare. 

Now  I  feeing  he  had  a  dagger. 

And  I  nothing  but  this  twig  in  my  hand, 

I  gaue  him  faire  words  and  faid  nothing. 

He 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

He  comes  to  me  and  takes  me  by  the  bofome,  4jo 

You  hoorfen  ilaue,  faid  he,  hold  my  horfe, 

And  looke  he  take  no  colde  in  his  feete. 

No  marie  lliall  he  fir,  quoth  I, 

lie  lay  my  cloake  vnderneath  him  : 

I  tooke  my  cloake,  fpread  it  all  along. 

And  his  horfe  on  the  midft  of  it. 

Georg.  Thou   clowne,   didll    thou   fet    his    horfe    vpon 

Thy  cloake } 

len.  I,  but  marke  how  I  ferued  him  : 

Madge  and  he  was  no  fooner  gone  downe  into  the  ditch,  440 

But  I  plucked  out  my  knife. 

Cut  foure  hoales  in  my  cloake,  and  made  his  horfe  Itand 

On  the  bare  groimd. 

Geor.  Twas  well  done :  now  fir,  go  and  furuay  my  fields : 

If  you  finde  any  cattell  in  the  corne,  to  pound  with  them. 

len.  And  if  I  finde  any  in  the  pound, 

I  fhall  turne  them  out.  Exit  lenkm. 

Enter  the  Earle  of  Kendal.^  Lord  Bonfield^  fir  Gilbert^ 
all  dijguifed^  with  a  traine  of  men. 

Kend.     Now  we  haue  put  the  hories  in  the  corne,  4jo 

Let  vs  ftand  in  fome  corner  for  to  heare. 
What  brauing  tearmes  the  pinner  will  breathe. 
When  he  fpies  our  horfes  in  the  corne. 

Enter  lacke  blowing  of  his  home, 
len.  O  mafter  where  are  you }  we  haue  a  prife. 
Georg.  A  prife,  what  is  it  ? 

C.   2.  len. 


The  pleafant  Comcdic  of 

Icnkin.  Three  goodly  horfes  in  our  wheate  clofe. 

George.  Three  liorfes  in  our  wheat  clofe  ?  whofe  be  they  P 

lenkin.  Marie  thats  a  riddle  to  me:  but  they  are  there: 

4^0  Veluet  horfes,  and  I  neuer  fawe  fuch  horfes  before.  As  my 
dutie  was,  I  put  off  my  cappe,  and  faid  as  followeth : 
My  maftcrs,  what  doe  you  make  in  our  clofe? 
One  of  them  hearing  me  aske  what  he  made  there,  held  vp 
his  head  and  neighed,  and  after  his  maner  laught  as  heartily 
as  if  a  mare  had  bene  tyed  to  his  girdle.  My  mailers,  faid  I, 
it  is  no  laughing  matter ;  for  if  my  mafter  take  you  here,  you 
goe,  as  round  as  a  top,  to  the  pound.  Another  vntoward 
Jade  hearing  me  threaten  him  to  the  pound,  and  to  tell  you 
of  them,  call  vp  both  his  heeles,  and  let  fuch  a  monftrous 

470  great  fart ;  that  was  as  much  as  in  his  language  to  fay,  A  fart 
for  the  pound,  and  a  fart  for  George  a  Greene.  Nowe  I 
hearing  this,  put  on  my  cap,  blewe  my  home,  called  them 
all  iades,  and  came  to  tell  you. 

George.  Nowe   lir,  goe   and   driue  me   thofe  three  horfes 
To  the  pound. 

lenkin.  Doe  you  heare?  I  were  beft  take  a  conftable 
With  me. 
George.  Why  fo  ? 
Why,  they  being  gentlemens  horfes,  may  Hand  on  their 

480  Reputation,  and  will  not  obey  me. 
George.  Goe  doe  as  I  bid  you,  fir. 
lenkin.  Well,  I  may  goe. 

The  Earle  of  Kendall^  the  Lord  Bonfild.,  and 
jir  Gilbert  Armcfl.rong  meete  them. 

Kend. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Ketid.  Whither  away,  fir  > 

lenkin.  Whither  away?  I  am  going  to  put  the  horles 

In  the  pound. 

Kend.  Sirra,  thofe  three  horfes  belong  to  vs,  and  we  put 

Them  in,  and  they  muft  tarrie  there,  and  eate  their  fill. 

lenkin.  Stay,  I  will  goe  tell  my  mailer.  490 

Heare  you,  mafter  ?  we  haue  another  prife : 

Thofe  three  horfes  be  in  your  wheate  clofe  ftill, 

And  here  be  three  geldings  more. 

Georg-e.  What  be  thefe  > 

lenkin.  Thefe  are  the  mailers  of  the  horfes. 

George.  Nowe,   gentlemen,  I  knowe   not    your   degrees, 

But  more  you  cannot  be,  vnlelle  you  be  Kings, 

Why  wrong  you  vs  of  Wakefield  with  your  horfes  > 

I  am  the  pinner,  and  before  you  paffe. 

You  fhall  make  good  the  trefpaife  they  haue  done.  500 

Kend.  Peace,  faucie  mate,  prate  not  to  vs : 

I  tell  thee,  pinner,  we  are  gentlemen. 

George.   Why  fir,  fo  may  I  fir,  although  I  giue  no  armes. 

Kend.  Thou  ?  howe  art  thou  a  gentleman  ? 

lenkin.  And  fuch  is  my  mafter,  and  he  may  giue  as  good 

Armes,  as  euer  your  great  grandfather  could  giue. 

Kend.  Pray  thee  let  me  heare  howe  ? 

lenkin.  Marie  my  mafter  may  giue  for  his  armes, 

The  picture  of  Aprill  in  a  greene  ierkin. 

With  a  rooke  on  one  fill,  and  an  home  on  the  other :  510 

But  my  mailer  giues  his  armes  the  wrong  way ; 

For  he  giues  the  home  on  his  fift : 

C.   3.  And 


The  pleafiint  Comedie  of 

And  your  grandfather,  becaufe  he  would  not  lofe  his 

Armcs, 

Weares  the  home  on  his  owne  head. 

Kend.  Well  pinner,  fith  our  horfes  be  in. 

In  fpite  of  thee  they  now  fliall  feede  their  fill. 

And  eate  vntill  our  leafures  ferue  to  goe. 

George.  Now  by  my  fathers  foule, 
520  Were  good  king  Edwards  horfes  in  the  corne, 

They  fliall  amend  the  fcath  or  kifle  the  pound, 

Much  more  yours  fir,  whatfbere  you  be. 

Ke?id.  Why  man,  thou  knoweft  not  vs. 

We  do  belong  to  Henry  Momford  Earle  of  Kendal, 

Men  that  before  a  month  be  full  expirde, 

Will  be  king  Edwards  betters  in  the  land. 

Georg.  King  Edwards  better,  rebell,  thou  lieft. 

George  Jlrikes  him. 

Bonfld.  Villaine,  what  hafl  thou  done  >  thou  haft   ftroke 
530  An  Earle. 

Gear.  Why   what   care    1>     A   poore   man   that    is    true, 

Is  better  then  an  Earle,  if  he  be  falfe  : 

Traitors  reape  no  better  fauours  at  my  hands. 

Kend.  I,  fo  me  thinks,  but  thou  flialt  deare  aby  this  blow. 

Now  or  neuer  lay  hold  on  the  pinner. 
Enter  all  the  ambush. 

Georg.  Stay,  my  Lords,  let  vs  parlie  on  thefe  broiles : 

Not  Hercules  againft  two,  the  prouerbe  is. 

Nor  I  againft  fo  great  a  multitude. 
540  Had  not  your  troupes  come  marching  as  they  did, 

I  would 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

I  would  haue  ftopt  your  paflage  vnto  London  : 

But  now  lie  flie  to  fecret  policie. 

Kend.  What  doeft  thou  murmure,  George  > 

George.  Marie  this,  my  Lord,  I  mule. 

If  thou  be  Henrie  Momford  Kendals  Earle, 

That  thou  wilt  doe  poore  G.  a  Greene  this  wrong, 

Euer  to  match  me  with  a  troupe  of  men. 

Kend.  Why  doeft  thou  ftrike  me  then  > 

Geor.  Why  my  Lord,  meafure  me  but  by  yonr  felfe  : 

Had  you  a  man  had  feru'd  you  long,  jjo 

And  heard  your  foe  mifufe  you  behinde  your  backe, 

And  would  not  draw  his  fword  in  your  defence, 

You  would  cailiere  him. 

Much  more,  king  Edward  is  my  king : 

And  before  He  heare  him  fo  wrong'd, 

He  die  within  this  place, 

And  maintaine  good  whatfoeuer  I  haue  faid. 

And  if  I  fpeake  not  reafon  in  this  cafe. 

What  I  haue  faid  He  maintaine  in  this  place. 

Bon.  A  pardon  my  Lord  for  this  pinner,  y^o 

For  truft  me  he  fpeaketh  like  a  man  of  worth. 

Kend.      Well,  George,  wilt    thou   leaue    Wakefielde   and 

Wend  with  me, 

He  freely  put  vp  all  and  pardon  thee. 

Georg.  I  my  Lord,  confidering  me  one  thing. 

You  will  leaue  thele  armes  and  follow  your  good  king. 

Ken.  Why    George,  I  rife  not   againft  king   Edward, 

But  for  the  poore  that  is  oppreft  by  wrong, 

C.  4.  And 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

And  if  King  Edward  will  redrefle  the  lame, 
570  1  will  not  offer  him  difparagement, 

But  otherwife;   and  fo  let  this  fuffife : 

Thou  hear'ft  the  reafon  why  I  rife  in  armcs. 

Nowe  wilt  thou  leaue  Wakefield,  and  wend  with  mc, 

He  make  thee  captaine  of  a  hardie  band, 

And  when  I  haue  my  will,  dubbe  thee  a  knight. 

George.    Why,  my  Lord,  haue  you  any  hope  to  winne? 

Kend.  Why,  there  is  a  prophecie  doeth  fay, 

That  King  lames  and  I  Ihall  meete  at  London, 

And  make  the  King  vaile  bonnet  to  vs  both. 
580  Geo.  If  this  were  true,  my  Lord,  this  were  a  mighty  reafon 

Ken.  Why,  it  is  a  miraculous  prophecie,  and  cannot  faile. 

George.  Well,  my  Lord,  you  haue  almoft  turned  me. 

lenkin,  come  hither. 

lenktn.  Sir. 

George.    Goe  your  waies  home,  fir. 

And  driue  me  thofe  three  horfes  home  vnto  my  houfe. 

And  powre  them  them  downe  a  bufliell  of  good  oates. 

lenkin.  Well,  I  will.  Mull  I  giue  thefe  fcuruie  horfes 

Oates  ?  Exit  lenkin. 

590  Gfor.  Will  it  pleafe  you  to  commaund  your  traine  afide? 

Kend.  Stand  afide.  Exit  the  trayne. 

George.  Nowe  lift  to  me  : 

Here  in  a  wood  not  farre  from  hence. 

There  dwels  an  old  man  in  a  caue  alone. 

That  can  foretell  what  fortunes  Ihall  befall  you, 

For  he  is  greatly  skilful!  in  magike  arte : 

Goe 


the  Pinner  of  Walcefielcl. 

Go  you  three  to  him  early  in  the  morning, 

And  queftion  him  if  he  faies  good, 

Why  then  my  Lord,  I  am  the  formoft  man. 

We  will  march  vp  with  your  campe  to  London.  ^oo 

Kend.  George,  thou  honoureft  me  in  this: 

But  where  fliall  we  finde  him  out  > 

George.  My  man  fliall  conduct  you  to  the  place  : 

But  good  my  Lords  tell  me  true  what  the  wife  man  faith. 

Kend.  That  will  I,  as  I  am  Earle  of  Kendal. 

George.  Why   then,  to  honour  G.  a    Greene   the  more, 

Vouchfafe  a  peece  of  beefe  at  my  poore  houfe, 

You  fhall  haue  wafer  cakes  your  fill, 

A  peece  of  beefe  hung  vp  lince  Martilmas, 

If  that  like  you  not,  take  what  you  bring  for  me.  ^lo 

Kend.  Gramercies,  George.  Exeunt  omnes. 

Enter  George  a  Greenes  hoy  VVily.^  difguifed  Sc.  vU 

like  a  woman  to  M.  Grimes. 
Wily.  O  what  is  loue  >  it  is  fome  mightie  power, 
Elfe  could  it  neuer  conquer  G.  a  Greene : 
Here  dwels  a  churle  that  keepes  away  his  loue, 
I  know  the  worfl  and  if  I  be  efpied, 
Tis  but  a  beating,  and  if  I  by  this  meanes 
Can  get  faire  Bettris  forth  her  fathers  dore. 
It  is  inough,  Venus  for  me,  and  all  goes  alone,  ^,0 

Be  aiding  to  my  wily  enterprife. 

He  knocks  at  the  do  ore. 

Enter  Grime. 

Gri.  How  now,  who  knocks  there }  what  would  you  haue  > 

D.       I.  From 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

From  whence  came  you  ?  where  doe  you  dwell  ? 

FVily.  I  am,  forfooth,  a   femtters   maide  hard-by, 

That  hath  brought  worke  home  to  your  daughter. 

Grime.  Nay,  are  you  not  Ibme  craftie  queane, 

That  comes  from  George  a  Greene,  that  rafcall, 
^30  With  fome  letters  to  my  daughter  > 

I  will  haue  you  fearcht. 

Wily.  Alas,  fir,  it  is  Hebrue  vnto  me. 

To  tell  me  of  George  a  Greene,  or  any  other : 

Search  me  good  fir. 

And  if  you  finde  a  letter  about  me. 

Let  me  haue  the  punifliment  that  is  due. 

Grime,  Why    are   you    mufled?    I  like  you   the   worfe 

For  that. 

Wily.  I  am  not,  fir,  afham'd  to  lliew  my  face, 
^40  Yet  loth  I  am  my  cheekes  fliould  take  the  aire. 

Not  that  I  am  charie  of  my  beauties  hue. 

But  that  I  am  troubled  with  the  tooth-ach  fore. 

Grime.  A  pretie  wench  of  fmiling  countenance, 

Olde  men  can  like,  although  they  cannot  loue, 

I,  and  loue,  though  not  fo  briefe  as  yong  men  can. 

Well,  goe  in,  my  wench,  and  Ipeake  with  my  daughter. 

Exit. 

I  wonder  much  at  the  Earle  of  Kendall, 

Being  a  mightie  man,  as  ftill  he  is, 
6%o  Yet  for  to  be  a  traitor  to  his  king, 

Is  more  then  God  or  man  will  well  allow  : 

But  what  a  foole  am  I  to  talke  of  him  ? 

My 


tlie  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

My  minde  is  more  heere  of  the  pretie  lalle : 
Had  fhe  brought  fome  fortie  pounds  to  towne, 
I  could  be  content  to  make  her  my  wife  : 
Yet  I  haue  heard  it  in  a  prouerbe  faid, 
He  that  is  olde,  and  marries  with  a  lafle, 
Lies  but  at  home,  and  prooues  himfelfe  an  afle. 

Enter  Bettris  in  VVilies  apparell  to  Grime. 
How  now,  my  wench,  how  ill  >  what  not  a  word  ?  ^60 

Alas,  poore  foule,  the  tooth-ach  plagues  her  fore. 
Well,  my  wench,  here  is  an  Angel  for  to  buy  thee  pinnes, 
And  1  pray  thee  vfe  mine  houfe, 

The  oftner  the  more  welcome :  farewell.  Exit. 

Bettris.  O  blefled  loue,  and  blelled  fortune  both. 
But  Bettris,  ftand  not  here  to  talke  of  loue, 
But  hye  thee  ftraight  vnto  thy  George  a  Greene : 
Neuer  went  Roe-bucke  fwifter  on  the  downes,  66Z 

Then  I  will  trip  it  till  I  fee  my  George.  Exit. 

Enter  the  Earle  of  Kendall.^  L.  Bonfield^  jir  Sc.  ■via 

Gilbert^  and  lenkin  the  clowne. 
Kend.  Come  away  lenkin. 

Ie7i.  Come,  here  is  his  houfe.  Where  be  you,  ho.^ 
Georg.  Who  knocks  there  f* 

Kend.  Heere  are  two  or  three  poore  men,  father, 
Would  fpeake  with  you. 

Georg.  Pray  giue  your  man  leaue  to  leadc  me  forth. 
Kend.  Goe,  lenkin,  fetch  him  forth. 
len.  Come,  olde  man. 

Enter  George  a  Greene  difguifed.  6Z0 

D.  2.  Kend. 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

Kcnd.  Father,  hcerc  is  three  poore  men  come  to  qucition 

Thee  a  word  in  fecrete  that  concernes  their  lines. 

George.  Say  on  my  ionnes. 

Kend.  Father,  I  am  fure  you  heare  the  newes. 

How  that  the  Earle  of  Kendal  wars  againft  the  king, 

Now  father  we  three  are  Gentlemen  by  birth, 

But  yonger  brethren  that  want  reuenues, 

And  for  the  hope  we  haue  to  be  preferd, 

If  that  we  knew  that  we  fliall  winne, 
6^0  We  will  march  with  him  : 

If  not,  we  will  not  march  a  foote  to  London  more. 

Therefore  good  father,  tell  vs  what  fliall  happen, 

Whether  the  King  or  the  Earle  of  Kendal  iliall  win. 

George.  The  king,  my  fonne. 

Kend.  Art  thou  fure  of  that  > 

George.  I,  as  fure  as  thou  art  Henry  Momford, 

The  one  L.  Bonfild,  the  other  fir  Gilbert. 

Kend,   Why  this  is   wondrous,  being  blinde  of  fight. 

His  deepe  perfeuerance  fliould  be  fuch  to  know  vs. 
700  Gilb.  Magike  is  mightie,  and  foretelleth  great   matters : 

In  deede  Father,  here  is  the  Earle  come  to  fee  thee, 

And  therefore  good  father  fable  not  with  him, 

George.  Welcome  is  the  Earle  to  my  poore  cell. 

And  fo  are  you  my  Lords :  but  let  me  counfell  you, 

To  leaue  thefe  warres  againft  your  king, 

And  line  in  quiet. 

Kend.  Father,  we  come  not  for  aduice  in  warre, 

But  to  know  whether  we  fliall  win  or  leefe. 

George. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Georg.  Lofe  gentle  Lords,  but  not  by  good  king  Edward : 

A  bafer  man  lliall  giue  you  all  the  foile.  710 

Kend.  I  marie  father,  what  man  is  that  ? 

George.  Poore  George  a  Greene  the  pinner. 

Kefid.  Whatlhallhe? 

George.  Pull  all  your  plumes,  and  fore  diflionour  you. 

Kend.  He,  as  how  ? 

George.  Nay,  the  end  tries  all,  but  fo  it  will  fall  out. 

Kend.  But  fo  it  fliall  not  by  my  honor  Chrift. 

He  raife  my  campe,  and  fire  Wakefield  towne. 

And  take  that  feruile  pinner  George  a  Greene, 

And  butcher  him  before  king  Edwards  face.  710 

George.  Good  my  Lord  be  not  offended. 

For  I  fpeake  no  more  then  arte  reueales  to  me : 

And  for  greater  proofe, 

Giue  your  man  leaue  to  fetch  me  my  flaffe. 

Kend.  lenkin,  fetch  him  his  walking  ftaffe. 

len.  Here  is  your  walking  ftaffe. 

George.  He  proue  it  good  vpon  your  carcafes : 

A  wifer  wifard  neuer  met  you  yet. 

Nor  one  that  better  could  foredoome  your  fall : 

Now  I  haue  iingled  you  here  alone,  730 

I  care  not  though  you  be  three  to  one. 

Kend.  Villaine,  halt  thou  betraid  vs  > 

Georg.    Momford,  thou  lieft,  neuer  was  I  traitor  yet  • 

Onely  deuis'd  this  guile  to  draw  you  on. 

For  to  be  combatants. 

Now  conquere  me,  and  then  march  on  to  London : 

D.       3.  But 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

But  fliall  goe  hard,  but  I  will  hold  you  taske. 

Gilb.  Come,  my  Lord,  cheerely.  He  kill  him  hand  to  hand. 

Kend.  A  thoufand  pound  to  him  that  ftrikcs  that  ftrokc. 
740  Gcorg.  Then  giue  it  me,  for  I  will  haue  the  firft. 
Here  they  fights  George  kils  Jir  Gilbert^  and 
takes  the  other  two  prifoners. 

Bo?ifild.  Stay,  George,  we  doe  appeale. 

George.  To  whom. 

Bo?i.  Why,  to  the  king  : 

For  rather  had  we  bide  what  he  appoynts. 

Then  here  be  murthered  by  a  feruile  groome. 

Kend.  What  wilt  thou  doe  with  vs.^ 

Georg  Euen  as  Lord  Bonfild  wilt, 
750  You  fliall  vnto  the  king. 

And  for  that  purpofe  fee  where  the  luftice  is  placed. 

Enter  lufiice. 

luft.  Now,  my  Lord  of  Kendal,  where  be  al  your  threats  > 

Euen  as  the  caufe,  fo  is  the  combat  fallen, 

Elfe  one  could  neuer  haue  conquerd  three. 

Kend.  I  pray  thee,  WoodrofFe,  doe  not  twit  me  : 

If  I  haue  faulted,  I  muft  make  amends. 

Geor.  Mailer  WoodrofFe,  here  is  not  a  place  for  many 

Words, 
i6q  I  befeech  ye  iir,  difcharge  all  his  fouldiers. 

That  euery  man  may  goe  home  vnto  his  owne  houfe. 

hflice.  It  fhall   bee    fo,  what  wilt   thou   doe    George? 

Geor,    Matter  Woodroffe,  looke    to   your  charge, 

Leaue  me  to  my  felfe. 

Jufl. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

lufl.  Come,    my    Lords.  Exit  all  but  George. 

Gear.  Here    fit   thou,    George,   wearing   a  willow  wreath, 
As  one  defpairing  of  thy  beautious  loue  : 
Fie  George  no  more. 

Pine  not  away  for  that  which  cannot  be : 
I  cannot  ioy  in  any  earthly  bliile,  770 

So  long  as  I  doe  want  my  Bettris. 

Enter  lenkin. 
len.  Who  fee  a  mafter  of  mine } 
George.  How  now,  firrha,  whither  away } 
len.  Whither  away  ?  why  who  doe  you  take  me  to  bee  ? 
Georg.  Why  lenkin  my  man. 

len.  I  was  fo  once  in  deede,  but  now  the  cafe  is  altered. 
George.  I  pray  thee,  as  how  > 
len.  Were  not  you  a  fortune  teller  to  day  > 
Georg.  Well,  what  of  that  .^  780 

len.  So  fure  am  I  become  a  iugler. 
What  will  you  fay  if  I  iuggle  your  fweete  heart  > 
George.  Peace,  prating  lofell,  her  ielous  father 
Doth  wait  ouer  her  with  fuch  fufpitious  eyes. 
That  if  a  man  but  dally  by  her  feete, 
He  thinks  it  ftraight,  a  witch  to  charme  his  daughter. 
len.  Well,  what  will  you  giue  me,  if  I  bring  her  hither  ? 
George.  A  fute  of  greene,  and  twentie  crownes  befides. 
len.  Well,  by  your  leaue,  giue  me  roome. 
You  mult  giue  me  fomething  that  you  haue  lately  worne.  790 
George.  Here  is  a  gowne,  will  that  ferue  you  > 
lenkin.  I,  this  will  ferue  me :  keepe  out  of  my  circle, 

D.    4.  Leaft 


The  plcafaiit  Comedic  of 

Leaft  you  be  torne  in  pecccs  with  fliec  dcuils : 

Miltres  Bcttris,  once,  twice,  thrice. 

He  throTves  the  ground  in^  and  she  comes  out. 

Oh  is  this  no  cunning? 

George,  Is  this  my  loue,  or  is  it  but  her  fliadow  ? 

lenkin.  I  this  is  the  (liadow,  but  hcere  is  the  fubftance. 

George.      Tell    mee    fweete    loue,    what    good    fortune 
800  Brought  thee  hither  : 

For  one  it  was  that  fauoured  George  a  Greene. 

Bettris.  Both  loue  &  fortune  brought  me  to  my  George, 

In  whofe  fweete  fight  is  all  my  hearts  content. 

Gcor.  Tell  mee  fweete  loue,  how  camft  thou  from  thy 

Fathers  ? 

Bettris.  A  willing  minde  hath  many  flips  in  loue : 

It  was  not  I,  but  Wily  thy  fweete  boy. 

Geor.  And  where  is  Wily  now? 

Bettris.  In  my  apparell  in  my  chamber  ftill. 
810  Geor.  lenkin,  come  hither  :  Goe  to  Bradford, 

And  liiten  out  your  fellow  Wily. 

Come,  Bettris,  let  vs  in. 

And  in  my  cottage  we  will  fit  and  talke. 

Exeunt    omnes. 
Sc.  ix  Enter  King  Edward.,  the  king  of  Scots^  Lord 

VVarwicke.,  yong  Cuddy ^  and  their  traine. 

Edward.  Brother  of  Scotland,  I  doe  hold  it  hard, 

Seeing  a  league  of  truce  was  late  confirmde 

Twixt  you  and  me,  without  difpleafure  offered, 
820  You  fhould  make  fuch  inuafion  in  my  land. 

The 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

The  vowes  of  kings  fliould  be  as  oracles, 

Not  blemiflit  with  the  ftaine  of  any  breach, 

Chiefly  where  fealtie  and  homage  willeth  it. 

lames.  Brother  of  England,  rub  not  the  fore  afrefli. 

My  confcience  grieues  me  for  my  deepe  mifdeede, 

I  haue  the  worlt,  of  thirtie  thoufand  men, 

There  fcapt  not  full  fine  thoufand  from  the  field. 

Edrvard.  Gramercie,  Mufgroue,  elfe  it  had   gone   hard. 

Cuddie,  He  quite  thee  well  ere  we  two  part. 

lames.  But  had   not  his  olde   Father   William   Mufgroue  830 

Plaid  twice  the  man,  I  had  not  now  bene  here, 

A  ftronger  man  I  feldome  felt  before. 

But  one  of  more  refolute  valiance. 

Treads  not  1  thinke  vpon  the  Engiilh  ground. 

Edward.  I  wot  wel,  Mufgroue  fliall  not  lofe   his   hier. 

Cuddie.  And  it  pleafe  your  grace,  my  father  was 

Fiue  fcore  and  three  at  Midfommer  laft  paft. 

Yet  had  king  lamie  bene  as  good  as  George  a  Greene, 

Yet  Billy  Mufgroue  would  haue  fought  with  him. 

Edrvard.  As  George  a  Greene,  I  pray  thee,  Cuddie,  840 

Let  me  queftion  thee. 

Much  haue  I  heard  fince  I  came  to  my  crowne. 

Many  in  manner  of  a  prouerbe  fay. 

Were  he  as  good  as  G.  a  Green,  I  would  ftrike  him  fure : 

I  pray  thee  tell  me,  Cuddie,  canft  thou  informe  me. 

What  is  that  George  a  Greene. 

Cuddie.  Know,  my  Lord,  I  neuer  faw  the  man, 

But  mickle  talke  is  of  him  in  the  Country, 

E  They 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

They  fliy  he  is  the  Pinner  of  Wakefield  towne, 
850  But  for  his  other  qiiaUties,  I  let  alone. 

War.    May  it  pleafe  your  grace,  I  know  the  ma  too  wel. 

Edward.  Too  well,  why  fo,  Warwicke  ? 

War.    For  once  he  fwingde  me,  till  my  bones  did  ake. 

Edward.  Why,  dares  he  itrike  an  Earle  > 

VVarw.  An  Earle  my  Lord,  nay  he  wil  ftrike  a  king, 

Be  it  not  king  Edward. 

For  ftature  he  is  framde. 

Like  to  the  picture  of  ftoute  Hercules, 

And  for  his  carriage  paileth  Robin  Hood. 
%6o  The  boldeft  Earle  or  Baron  of  your  land. 

That  offereth  fcath  vnto  the  towne  of  Wakefield, 

George  will  arrelt  his  pledge  vnto  the  pound. 

And  who  fo  refifteth  beares  away  the  blowes. 

For  he  himfelfe  is  good  inough  for  three. 

Edward.    Why  this   is  wondrous,  my  L.  of  Warwicke, 

Sore  do  I  long  to  fee  this  George  a  Greene. 

But  leaning  him,  what  fliall  we  do,  my  Lord, 

For  to  fubdue  the  rebels  in  the  North? 

They  are  now  marching  vp  to  Doncafter. 
870  Enter  one  with  the  Earle  of  Kendal prijoner. 

Soft,  who  haue  we  there  > 

Cuddle.  Here  is  a  traitour,  the  Earle  of  Kendal. 

Edward.  Afpiring  traitour,  how  darlt  thou  once 

Caft  thine  eyes  vpon  thy  Soueraigne, 

That  honour'd  thee  with  kindenes  and  with  fauour  > 

But  I  will  make  thee  buy  this  treafon  deare. 

Kend. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Kend.  Good  my  Lord.  Edw.  Reply  not,  traitour. 

Tell  me,  Cuddy,  whofe  deede  of  honour 

Wonne  the  victorie  againft  this  rebell. 

Cuddy.  George  a  Greene  the  Pinner  of  Wakefield.  880 

Edward.  George  a  Greene,  now  Ihall  I  heare  newes 

Certaine  what  this  Pinner  is : 

Difcourfe  it  briefly.  Cuddy,  how  it  befell. 

Cud.    Kendall  and  Bonfild,  with  fir  Gilbert  Armftrong, 

Came  to  Wakefield  Towne  difguifd. 

And  there  fpoke  ill  of  your  grace. 

Which  George  but  hearing,  feld  them  at  his  feete^ 

And  had  not  refcue  come  into  the  place, 

George  had  llaine  him  in  his  clofe  of  wheate. 

Edward.  But  Cuddy,  canlt  thou  not  tell  890 

Where  I  might  giue  and  grant  fome  thing, 

That  might  pleafe,  &  highly  gratifie  the  pinners  thoughts } 

Cuddle.  This  at  their  parting  George  did  fay  to  me. 

If  the  king  vouchjfafe  of  this  my  feruice, 

Then  gentle  Cuddie  kneele  vpon  thy  knee. 

And  humbly  craue  a  boone  of  him  for  me. 

Edward.  Cuddie^  what  is  it  > 

Cuddie.  It  is  his  will  your  grace  would  pardon  them, 

And  let  them  liue  although  they  haue  offended. 

Edward.   I   thinke  the  man  ftriueth  to  be  glorious. 

Well,  George  hath  crau'd  it,  and  it  fliall  be  graunted. 

Which  none  but  he  in  England  fbould  haue  gotten. 

Liue  Kendall,  but  as  prifoner. 

So  fhalt  thou  end  thy  dayes  within  the  tower. 

E     2.  Kend. 


900 


The  pleafaiit  Comedie  of 

Kmd,  Gracious  is  Edward  to  offending  fubiects. 

lames.  My  Lord  of  Kend.  you  are  welcome  to  the  court. 

Edward.  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  fo  you  would  auerre, 
910  And  Edwards  betters,  I  falute  you  both. 

And  here  I  vowe  by  good  Saint  George, 

You  wil  gaine  but  litle  when  your  fummes  are  counted. 

I  fore  doe  long  to  fee  this  George  a  Greene : 

And  for  becaufe  I  neuer  faw  the  North, 

I  will  forthwith  goe  fee  it : 

And  for  that  to  none  I  will  be  knowen. 

We  will  difguife  our  felues  and  fteale  downe  fecretly, 

Thou  and  I  king  lames,  Cuddie,  and  two  or  three. 

And  make  a  merrie  iourney  for  a  moneth. 
910  Away  then,  conduct  him  to  the  tower. 

Come  on  king  lames,  my  heart  muft  needes  be  merrie. 

If  fortune  make  fuch  hauocke  of  our  foes.  Ex.  omnes. 

Sc.  X  Enter  Robin  Hood^  Mayd  Marian^  Scarlet^ 

and  Much  the  Millers  fofme. 

Robin.  Why  is  not  louely  Marian   blithe  of  cheere? 

What  ayles  my  Lemman  that  flie  gins  to  lowre  ? 

Say  good  Marian  why  art  thou  io  fad. 

Marian.  Nothing,   my   Robin,  grieues   me   to  the  heart. 

But  whenfoeuer  I  doe  walke  abroad, 
930 1  heare  no  fongs  but  all  of  George  a  Greene, 

Bettris  his  faire  Lemman  paileth  me. 

And  this  my  Robin  gaules  my  very  foule. 

Robin. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield, 

Robin.    Content,  what  wreakes  it  vs  though  George  a 
Greene  be  ftoute, 

So  long  as  he  doth  proffer  vs  no  fcath  > 
Enuie  doth  feldome  hurt  but  to  it  felfe, 
And  therefore,  Marian,  fmile  vpon  thy  Robin. 
Marian.  Neuer  will  Marian  fmile  vpon  her  Robin, 
Nor  lie  with  him  vnder  the  green  wood  (liade, 
Till  that  thou  go  to  Wakefield  on  a  greene,  940 

And  beate  the  Pinner  for  the  loue  of  me. 
Robin.  Content  thee,  Marian,  I  will  eafe  thy  griefe, 
My  merrie  men  and  I  will  thither  ftray. 
And  heere  I  vow  that  for  the  loue  of  thee, 
I  will  beate  George  a  Greene,  or  he  Ihall  beate  me. 
Scarlet.  As  I  am  Scarlet,  next  to  little  lohn, 
One  of  the  boldeft  yeomen  of  the  crew, 
So  will  I  wend  with  Robin  all  along. 
And  try  this  Pinner  what  he  dares  do. 

Much.  As  I  am  Much  the  Millers  fonne,  950 

That  left  my  Mill  to  go  with  thee, 
And  nill  repent  that  I  haue  done. 
This  pleafant  life  contenteth  me. 
In  ought  I  may  to  doe  thee  good, 
lie  liue  and  die  with  Robin  Hood. 
Marian.  And  Robin,  Marian  fhe  will  goe  with  thee. 
To  fee  faire  Bettris  how  bright  fhe  is  of  blee. 
Robin.  Marian,  thou  flialt  goe  with  thy  Robin. 
Bend  vp  your  bowes,  and  fee  your  firings  be  tight, 
The  arrowes  keene,  and  euery  thing  be  ready,  ^^^o 

E.  3.  And 


The  pleafant  Comcdie  of 

And  each  of  you  a  good  bat  on  his  necke,  1 

Able  to  lay  a  good  man  on  the  ground. 

Scarlet.  I  will  haue  Frier  Tuckes. 

Much.  I  will  haue  little  lohns. 

Robin.  I  will  haue  one  made  of  an  allien  plunke, 

Able  to  beare  a  bout  or  two. 

Then  come  on,  Marian,  let  vs  goe. 

For  before  the  Sunne  doth  (hew  the  morning  day, 
96^1  wil  be  at  Wakefield  to  fee  this  Pinner  George  a  Greene. 

Exeunt  omnes. 
Sc.  A»  Enter  a  Shoomaker fitting  vpon  thejlage 

at  rvorkey  lenkin  to  him. 

len.  My  mafters,  he  that  hath  neither  meate  nor  money, 

And  hath  loft  his  credite  with  the  Alewife, 

For  any  thing  I  know,  may  goe  fupperlefle  to  bed. 

But  foft  who  is  heere  ?  here  is  a  Shoomaker  : 

He  knowes  where  is  the  beft  Ale. 

Shoomaker,  I  pray  thee  tell  me. 

Where  is  the  beft  Ale  in  the  towne  ? 
980  Shoomaker.  Afore,  afore,  follow  thy  nofe : 

At  the  figne  of  the  eggefhell. 

lenkin.  Come  Shoomaker,  if  thou  wilt. 

And  take  thy  part  of  a  pot. 

Shoomaker.  Sirra,  Downe  with  your  ftafFe, 

Downe  with  your  ftafFe. 

lenkin.  Why  how  now,  is  the  fellow  mad } 

I  pray  thee  tell  me,  why  iliould  I  hold  downe  my  ftafFe  ? 

Shooma.  You  wil  downe  with   him,   will   you  not  fir? 

lenkin. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

lenkin.  Why  tell  me  wherefore  > 

Shoo.  My  friend,   this  is  the  towne  of  merry   Wakefield,  990 

And  here  is  a  cuftome  held, 

That  none  fliall  palle  with  his  ftaffe  on  his  flioulders. 

But  he  muft  haue  a  bout  with  me, 

And  fo  fliall  you  fir. 

lenkin.  And  fo  will  not  I  fir. 

Shoo.    That  wil  I  try.  Barking  dogs  bite  not  the  foreft. 

lenkin.  I  would  to  God,  I  were  once  well  rid  of  him. 

Shooma.  Now,  what,    will    you    downe  with    your  ftaffe  ? 

lenkin.  Why  you  are  not  in  earneft,  are  you  } 

Shoomaker.  If  I  am  not,  take  that.  1000 

lenkin.  You  whoorfen  cowardly  fcabbe. 

It  is  but  the  part  of  a  clapperdudgeon, 

To  ftrike  a  man  in  the  ftreete. 

But  dareft  thou  walke  to  the  townes  end  with  me  > 

Shoomaker.  I  that  I  dare  do  :  but  ftay  till  I  lay  in  my 

Tooles,  and  I  will  goe  with  thee  to  the  townes  end 

Prefently. 

lenkin.  I  would  I  knew  how  to  be  rid  of  this  fellow. 

Shoom.  Come  fir,  wil  you  go  to  the  townes  end  now  fir? 

lenkin.  I  fir,  come.  10 10 

Now  we  are  at  the  townes  end,  what  fay  you  now } 

Shoomaker.  Marry  come,  let  vs  euen  haue  a  bout. 

lenkin.  Ha,  ftay  a  little,  hold  thy  hands,  I  pray  thee. 

Shoomaker.  Why  whats  the  matter? 

lenkin.  Faith  I  am  vnder-pinner  of  a  towne. 

And  there  is  an  order,  which  if  I  doe  not  keepe, 

E  4.  I  fliall 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

I  fliall  be  turned  out  of  mine  office. 

Shoomaker.  What  is  that,  fir } 

lenk'in.  Wheiifoeuer  I  goe  to  fight  with  any  bodie, 
lozo  I  vfe  to  flourifli  my  ftafFe  thrife  about  my  head 

Before  I  ftrike,  and  then  fliew  no  fauour. 

Shoomaker.  Well  fir,  and  till  then  I  will  not  ftrike  thee. 

Imkin.  Wei  lir,  here  is  once,  twice,  here  is  my  hand, 

I  will  neuer  doe  it  the  third  time. 

Shoomaker.     Why  then  I  fee  we  fliall  not  fight. 

lenkin.  Faith  no  :  come,  I  will  giue  thee  two  pots 

0(  the  belt  Ale,  and  be  friends. 

Shoomak.  Faith  I  fee  it  is  as  hard  to  get  water  out  of  a  flint, 

As  to  get  him  to  haue  a  bout  with  me : 
1030  Therefore  I  will  enter  into  him  for  fome  good  cheere: 

My  friend,  I  fee  thou  art  a  faint  hearted  fellow, 

Thou  hall  no  ftomacke  to  fight. 

Therefore  let  vs  go  to  the  Alehoufe  and  drinke. 

lenkin.  Well,  content,  goe  thy  wayes  and  fay  thy  prayers, 

Thou  fcapft  my  hands  to  day.  Exeunt  omnes. 

^^  ^.■-  Enter  George  a  Greene  and  Bettris. 

George.  Tell  me  fweet  loue,  how  is  thy  minde  content, 

What  canft  thou  brooke  to  Hue  with  George  a  Greene  > 

Bettris.  Oh  George,  how  litle  pleafing  are  thefe  words? 
1040  Came  I  from  Bradford  for  the  loue  of  thee  > 

And  left  my  father  for  fo  fweet  a  friend  > 

Here  will  I  liue  vntill  my  life  doe  end. 

Enter  Robin  Hood^  and  Marian^  and  his  traine. 

George.  Happy  am  I  to  haue  fo  fweet  a  loue. 

But 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

But  what  are  thefe  come  trafing  here  along? 

Bettris.  Three  men   come  Itriking   through    the  corne, 

My  loue. 

George.  Backe  againe,  you  foolifli  trauellers, 

For  you  are  wrong,  and  may  not  wend  this  way. 

Robin  Hood.  That  were  great  fhame.  lo^o 

Now  by  my  foule,  proud  fir, 

We  be  three  tall  yeomen,  and  thou  art  but  one : 

Come,  we  will  forward  in  defpite  of  him. 

George.  Leape  the  ditch,  or  I  will   make  you  skip. 

What,  cannot  the  hie  way  ferue  your  turne, 

But  you  muft  make  a  path  ouer  the  corne  ? 

Robin.  Why,  art  thou  mad?  dar'ft  thou  incounter  three? 

We  are  no  babes,  man,  looke  vpon  our  limmes. 

Geo.  Sirra,  the   biggelt   lims   haue  not  the  ftouteft  hearts. 

Were  ye  as  good  as  Robin  Hood,  and  his  three  mery  men,  lo^o 

lie  driue  you  backe  the  fame  way  that  ye  came. 

Be  ye  men,  ye  fcorne  to  incounter  me  all  at  once, 

But  be  ye  cowards,  fet  vpon  me  all  three. 

And  try  the  Pinner  what  he  dares  performe. 

Scarlet  Were  thou  as  high  in  deedes, 

As  thou  art  haughtie  in  wordes. 

Thou  well  mighteft  be  a  champion  for  a  king : 

But  emptie  veflels  haue  the  loudeft  founds, 

And  cowards  prattle  more  than  men  of  worth. 

George.  Sirra,  darell  thou  trie  me }  j^^o 

Scarlet.  I  firra,  that  I  dare. 

They  fight^  and  George  a  Greene  beats  him. 

F  Much, 


The  pleafant  Comedle  of 

Much.  How  now  ?  what  art  thou  downe  f* 

Come,  fir,  I  am  next. 

They  fighty  and  George  a  Greene  heates  him. 

Robin  Hood.  Come  firra,  now  to  me,  fpare  me  not, 

For  lie  not  fpare  thee. 

George.    Make  no  doubt,  I  will  be  as  liberall  to  thee. 
They  fighty  Robin  Hoodjiayes. 
1080  Robin  Hood.    Stay,  George,  for   here  I  doo   proteft, 

Thou  art  the  ilouteft  champion  that  euer  I  layd 

Handes  vpon. 

George,  Soft  you  iir,  by  your  leaue  you  lye, 

You  neuer  yet  laid  hands  on  me. 

Robin  Hood.    George,   wilt   thou   forfake   Wakefield, 

And  go  with  me. 

Two  liueries  will  I  giue  thee  euerie  yeere, 

And  fortie  crownes  fhall  be  thy  fee. 

George.  Why,  who  art  thou  > 
1090  Robin  Hood.  Why,  Robin  Hood  : 

I  am  come  hither  with  my  Marian, 

And  thefe  my  yeomen  for  to  vilit  thee. 

George.  Robin  Hood  ?  next  to  king  Edward 

Art  thou  leefe  to  me  : 

Welcome,  fweet  Robin,  welcome,  mayd  Marian, 

And  welcome,  you  my  friends. 

Will  you  to  my  poore  houfe. 

You  fhall  haue  wafer  cakes  your  fill, 

A  peece  of  beefe  hung  vp  fince  Martlemas, 
"00  Mutton  and  veale,  if  this  like  you  not. 

Take 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Take  that  you  finde,  or  that  you  bring  for  me. 

Robin  Hood.  Godamercies,  good  George, 

He  be  thy  gheft  to  day. 

George,  Robin,  therein  thou  honoureft  me. 

He  leade  the  way.  Exeunt  omnes. 

Enter  King  Edward^  and  King  lames  sc.  xin 

dijguifedy  with  twoflaues. 
Edward.  Come  on,  king  lames,  now  wee  are 
Thus  difgnifed. 

There  is  none  (I  know)  will  take  vs  to  be  kings  :  mo 

I  thinke  we  are  now  in  Bradford, 
Where  all  the  merrie  fhoomakers  dwell. 

Enter  a  Shoomaker. 
Shoomaker.  Downe  with  your  ftaues,  my  friends, 
Downe  with  them. 

Edward.    Downe  with  our  ftaues  ?  I  pray  thee,  why  fo  ? 
Shoomaker.  My  friend,  I  fee  thou  art  a  ftranger  heere, 
Elfe  wouldeft  thou  not  haue  queftiond  of  the  thing. 
This  is  the  towne  of  merrie  Bradford, 

And  here  hath  beene  a  cuftome  kept  of  olde,  mo 

That  none  may  beare  his  ftaffe  vpon  his  necke, 
But  traile  it  all  along  throughout  the  towne, 
Vnlefle  they  meane  to  haue  a  bout  with  me. 
Edward.   But  heare  you  iir,  hath  the  king 
Granted  you  this  cuftome  ? 

Shoomaker.    King  or   Kaifar,  none  llmll  paile  this  way. 
Except  King  Edward, 
No  not  the  ftouteft  groome  that  haunts  his  court : 

F  2.  There- 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

Therefore  downe  with  your  ftaues. 
^^l^  Edivard.   What  were  we  belt  to  do  ? 

lames.   Faith,  my  Lord,  they  are  ftoute  fellowes. 

And  becaufe  we  will  fee  fome  fport. 

We  will  traile  our  ftaues. 

Edward.    Heer'ft  thou,  my  friend  > 

Becaufe  we  are  men  of  peace  and  trauellers, 

We  are  content  to  traile  our  ftaues. 

Shoomaker,   The  way  lyes  before  you,  go  along. 

Enter  Robin  Hood  and  George  a  Greene  difguifed. 

Robin  Hood.   See  George,  two  men  are  pafsing 
1 140  Through  the  towne. 

Two  luftie  men,  and  yet  they  traile  their  ftaues. 

George.  Robin,  they  are  fome  pefants 

Trickt  in  yeomans  weedes.    Hollo,  you  two  trauellers. 

Edward.  Call  you  vs,  fir  > 

George.    I,  you.    Are  ye  not  big  inough  to  beare 

Your  bats  vpon  your  neckes, 

But  you  muft  traile  them  along  the  ftreetes  > 

Edwar.    Yes  fir,  we  are  big  inough,  but  here  is  a  cuftome 

Kept,  that  none  may  pafle  his  ftaffe  vpon  his  necke, 
ujo  Vnleffe  he  traile  it  at  the  weapons  point. 

Sir,  we  are  men  of  peace,  and  loue  to  fleepe 

In  our  whole  skins,  and  therefore  quietnes  is  beft. 

George.  Bafe  minded  pefants,  worthlefle  to  be  men, 

What,  haue  you  bones  and  limmes  to  ftrike  a  blow. 

And  be  your  hearts  fo  faint,  you  cannot  fight  ? 

Wert  not  for  fliame,  I  would  flirub  your  Ihoulders  well, 

And 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

And  teach  you  manhood  againft  another  time. 

Shoom.    Well  preacht  fir  lacke,  downe   with   your   ftafFe. 

Edrvar.  Do  you  heare  my  friends  ?  and  you  be  wife, 

Keepe  downe  your  ftaues,  n^o 

For  all  the  towne  will  rife  vpon  you. 

George.  Thou  fpeakeft  like  an  honeft  quiet  fellow. 

But  heare  you  me,  In  fpite  of  all  the  fwaines 

Oi  Bradford  town,  beare  me  your  ftaues  vpou  your  necks. 

Or  to  begin  withall.  He  bafte  you  both  fo  well. 

You  were  neuer  better  bafted  in  your  lines. 

Edward.  We  will  hold  vp  our  ftaues. 

George  a  Greene  fi^ts  with  the  Shoomakers^ 
and  heates  them  all  downe. 
George.  What,  haue  you  any  more  }  ji7o 

Call  all  your  towne  forth,  cut,  and  longtaile. 

The  Shoomakers  fpy  George  a  Greene. 
Shoomaker.  What,  George  a  Greene,  is  it  you  > 
A  plague  found  you, 
I  thinke  you  long'd  to  fwinge  me  well. 
Come  George,  we  wil  crufli  a  pot  before  we  part. 
George.    A  pot  you  flaue,  we  will  haue  an  hundred. 
Heere,  Will  Perkins,  take  my  purfe, 
Fetch  me  a  ftand  of  Ale,  and  fet  in  the  Market  place. 
That  all  may  drinke  that  are  athirft  this  day,  nSo 

For  this  is  for  a  feee  to  welcome  Robin  Hood 
To  Bradford  towne. 

They  bring  out  theflande  of  ale.,  and  fall  a  drinking. 
Here  Robin,  fit  thou  here :  for  thou  art  the  beft  man 

F    3.  At 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

At  the  boord  this  day. 

You  that  are  ft  rangers,  place  your  felues  where  you  will. 

Robin,  heer's  a  caroufe  to  good  King  Edwards  felfe, 

And  they  that  loue  him  not,  I  would  we  had 

The  bafting  of  them  a  litle. 
1190  Enter  the  Earle  of  Warrvicke  with  other  noble 

men^  bringing  out  the  Kings  garments:  then 
George  a  Greene  and  the  reji  kneele 
downe  to  the  Ki?ig. 

Edward.  Come,  mafters,  all  fellowes. 

Nay,  Robin,  you  are  the  beft  man  at  the  boord  to  day. 

Rife  vp  George. 

George.   Nay,  good  my  Liege,  ill  nurturd  we  were  then: 

Though  we  Yorkefliire  men  be  blunt  of  fpeech, 

And  litle  skild  in  court,  or  fuch  quaint  falhions, 
12  00  Yet  nature  teacheth  vs  duetie  to  our  king  : 

Therefore  I  humbly  befeech  you  pardon  George  a  Green. 

Robin.  And  good   my  Lord,  a  pardon  for  poore  Robin, 

And  for  vs  all  a  pardon,  good  King  Edward. 

Shoomaker.  I  pray   you,  a  pardon  for  the  Shoomakers. 

Edward.  I  frankely  grant  a  pardon  to  you  all. 

And,  George  a  Greene,  giue  me  thy  hand : 

There  is  none  in  England  that  fliall  doe  thee  wrong. 

Euen  from  my  court  I  came  to  fee  thy  felfe  j 

And  now  I  fee  that  fame  fpeakes  nought  but  trueth. 
1 110  Georg.  I  humbly  thanke  your  royall  Maieftie. 

That  which  I  did  againft  the  Earle  of  Kendal, 

It  was  but  a  fubiects  duetie  to  his  Soueraigne, 

And 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

And  therefore  little  merit  fuch  good  words. 

Edward.  But  ere  I  go,  lie  grace  thee  with  good  deeds. 

Say  what  King  Edward  may  performe, 

And  thou  fhalt  haue  it,  being  in  Engiands  bounds. 

George.  I  haue  a  louely  Lemman, 

As  bright  of  blee  as  is  the  iiluer  moone, 

And  olde  Grimes  her  father  will  not  let  her  match 

With  me,  becaufe  I  am  a  Pinner,  1220 

Although  I  loue  her,  and  flie  me  dearely. 

Edward.  Where  is  flie  } 

George.  At  home  at  my  poore  houfe, 

And  vowes  neuer  to  marrie  vnlefle  her  father 

Giue  confent,  which  is  my  great  griefe,  my  Lord. 

Edward.  If  this  be  all,  I  will  difpatch  it  ftraight. 

He  fend  for  Grime,  and  force  him  giue  his  grant. 

He  will  not  denie  king  Edward  fuch  a  fute. 

Enter  lenkin.,  and  fpeakes. 
Ho,  who  faw  a  matter  of  mine  ?  1230 

Oh  he  is  gotten  into  company,  and  a  b  odie  fhould  rake 
Hell  for  companie. 

George.  Peace,  ye  flaue,  fee  where  King  Edward  is. 
Edward.  George,  what  is  he  ? 

George.  I  befeech  your  grace  pardon  him,  he  is  my  man. 
Shoomaker.  Sirra,  the  king  hath  bene  drinking  with  vs. 
And  did  pledge  vs  too. 

lenkin.  Hath  he  fo  >  kneele,  I  dub  you  gentlemen. 
Shoomaker,  Beg  it  of  the  King,  lenkin. 

lenkin.  I  wil.  I  befeech  your  worfhip  grant  me  one  thing.  1240 

F    4.  Edward. 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

Edward.  What  is  that  ? 

lenkin.  Hearke  in  your  eare. 

He  whifpers  the  king  in  the  care. 

Edward.  Goe  your  wayes  and  do  it. 

lenkin.  Come  downe  on  your  knees,  I  haue  got  it. 

Shoomaher.  Let  vs  heare  what  it  is  firft. 

lenkin.  Mary,  becaufe  you  haue  drunke  with  the  king. 

And  the  king  hath  fo  gracioufly  pledgd  you. 

You  fhall  be  no  more  called  Shoomakers. 
1x50  But  you  and  yours  to  the  worlds  ende. 

Shall  be  called  the  trade  of  the  gentle  craft. 

Shoomaker.  I  befeech  your  maieftie  reforme  this 

Which  he  hath  fpoken. 

lenkin.  I  befeech  your  worfhip  confume  this 

Which  he  hath  fpoken. 

Edward.  Confirme  it,  you  would  fay. 

Well,  he  hath  done  it  for  you,  it  is  fufficient. 

Come,  George,  we  will  goe  to  Grime, 

And  haue  thy  loue. 
\^6o  lenkin.  I  am  fure  your  worfhip  will  abide  : 

For  yonder  is  comming  olde  Mufgroue, 

And  mad  Cuddie  his  fonne. 

iSIafter,  my  fellow  Wilie  comes  dreft  like  a  woman. 

And  mailer  Grime  will  marrie  Wilie :  Heere  they  come. 

Enter  Mufgroue  and  Cuddie^  and  mafler 

Grime^  VVilie.^  Mayd  Marian 

and  Bettris. 

Edward.  Which  is  thy  old  father,  Cuddie  ? 

Cuddie. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Cuddle.  This,  if  itpleafe  your  maieftie. 

Edward.  Ah  old  Mufgroue,  kneele  vp,  1170 

It  fits  not  fuch  gray  haires  to  kneele. 

Mufgroue.  Long  Hue  my  Soueragine, 

Long  and  happie  be  his  dayes  : 

Vouchfafe,  my  gracious  Lord,  a  fimple  gift, 

At  Billy  Mufgroues  hand  : 

King  lames  at  Meddellom  caftle  gaue  me  this, 

This  wonne  the  honour,  and  this  giue  I  thee. 

Edward.  Godamercie,    Mufgroue,  for   this   friendly  gift 

And  for  thou  feldft  a  king  with  this  fame  weapon. 

This  blade  fhall  here  dub  valiant  Mufgroue  knight.  izSo 

Mufgr.  Alas  what  hath  your  highnes  done?  I  am  poore. 

Edw.  To   mend    thy    lining  take  thou  Meddellom  caftle, 

The  hold  of  both  :  and  if  thou  want  liuing,  complaine. 

Thou  fhalt  haue  more  to  mainetaine  thine  eftate. 

George,  which  is  thy  loue  > 

George.  This,  if  pleafe  your  maieftie. 

Edward.  Art  thou  her  aged  father } 

Grime.  I  am,  and  it  like  your  maieftie. 

Edwar.  And  wilt   not   giue   thy   daughter   vnto   George? 

Grime.  Yes,  my  Lord,  if  he  will  let  me  marrie  1290 

With  this  louely  lafle. 

Edward.  What  fayft  thou,  George  ? 

George.  With  all  my  heart,  my  Lord,  I  giue  confent. 

Grime.  Then  do  I  giue    my   daughter    vnto    George. 

VVilie.  Then  fhall  the  mariage  foone  be  at  an  end. 

WitnefTe,  my  Lord,  if  that  I  be  a  woman, 

G  For 


The  pleafant  Comedie  of 

For  I  am  Wilie,  boy  to  George  a  Greene, 

Who  for  my  mafter  wrought  this  fubtill  fliift. 

Edrvar.  What,  is  it  a  boy?  what  fayfl  thou  to  this  Grime? 
1300  Grime.  Mary,  my  Lord,  I  thinke  this  boy  hath 

More  knauerie,  than  all  the  world  belides. 

Yet  am  I  content  that  George  lliall  both  haue 

My  daughter  and  my  lands. 

Edward.  Now  George,  it  refts  I  gratifie  thy  worth : 

And  therefore  here  I  doe  bequeath  to  thee, 

In  full  pofTeffion  halfe  that  Kendal  hath. 

And  what  as  Bradford  holdes  of  me  in  chiefe, 

I  giue  it  frankely  vnto  thee  for  euer. 

Kneele  downe  George. 
1310  George.  What  will  your  maieftie  do  ? 

Edward.  Dub  thee  a  knight,  George. 

George,  I  befeech  your  grace,  grant  me  one  thing. 

Edward.  What  is  that  ? 

George.  Then  let  me  liue  and  die  a  yeoman  ftill: 

So  was  my  father,  fo  muft  liue  his  fonne. 

For  tis  more  credite  to  men  of  bafe  degree, 

To  do  great  deeds,  than  men  of  dignitie. 

Edward.  Well,  be  it  fo  George. 

lames.  I  befeech  your  grace  difpatch  with  me, 
1310  And  fet  downe  my  ranfome. 

Edward.  George  a  Greene,  fet  downe  the  king  of  Scots 

His  ranfome. 

George.  I  befeech  your  grace  pardon  me. 

It  pafleth  my  skill. 

Edward. 


the  Pinner  of  Wakefield. 

Edward.  Do  it,  the  honor's  thine. 

George.  Then  let  king  lames  make  good 

Thofe  townes  which  he  hath  burnt  vpon  the  borders, 

Giue  a  fmall  penfion  to  the  fatherlelle, 

Whofe  fathers  he  caus'd  murthered  in  thofe  warres, 

Put  in  pledge  for  thefe  things  to  your  grace,  1330 

And  fo  returne.     King  lames,  are  you  content. 

lamie,  I  am  content :  and  like  your  maieftie, 

And  will  leaue  good  caftles  in  fecuritie. 

Edward.    I   craue   no    more.    Now   George   a   Greene, 

lie  to  thy  houfe  :  and  when  I  haue  fupt,  lie  go  to  Aske, 

And  fee  if  lane  a  Barley  be  fo  faire, 

As  good  King  lames  reports  her  for  to  be. 

And  for  the  ancient  cuftome  of  Fade  fiaffe^  keepe  it  ftill, 

Clayme  priuiledge  from  me  : 

If  any  aske  a  reafon  why?  or  how.^  1340 

Say,  Englifh  Edward  vaild  his  (lafFe  to  you. 

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