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K. Edv:. Gramcrcy, Musgrove, else it had gone hard: Cuddy, I'll quite tlieo well ere we two part.

A'. Jama. But had not his old father, William Musgrove, Play'd twico the man, I had not now been here. A stronger man I seldom felt before; But one * of more resolute valianco Treads not, I think, upon the English ground.

K. Edvo. I wot well, Musgrove shall not lose his hire.

Cud. An it please your grace, my father was Five-score and three at Midsummer last past: Yet f had King Jamy been as good as George-a

Greene, Yet Billy Musgrove would have fought with him.

K. Edw. As George-a-Greene! I pray thee, Cuddy, let me question thee. Much have I heard, since I came to my crown, Many iu manner of a proverb say, "Were he as good as George-a-Greene, I would

strike him sure." I pray thee tell me, Cuddy, canst thou inform

me, What is that Gcorge-a-Greene?

Cud. Know, my lord, I never saw the man, But mickle talk is of him iu the country: They say he is the Pinner of Wakefield town: But for his other qualities, I let alone. . *

War. May it pleaso your grace, I know the man too well.

K. Edw. Too well! why so, Warwick!

War. For once he swing'd me till my bones did ache.

K. Edw. Why, dares he strike an earl?

War. An earl, my lord 1 nay, he will strike a king. Bo it not King Edward. For stature he is frain'd Like to the picture of stout Hcrtplc?, And for his carriage passeth .Robin Hood. The boldest earl or baron of your land, That offereth scath unto the town of Wakefield, George will arrest his pledge unto the pound; And whoso rcsisteth bears away the blows, For he himself is good enough for three.

K. Edw. Why, this is wondrous. My lord of Warwick, Sore do I long to see this George-a-Grcene. But leaving him, what shall we do, my lord, For to subdue the rebels in the north?

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They * are now marching up to Doncaster.—
Soft! who have we there?

Enter one uith the Bael Of Kendal prisoner.

Cud. Here is a traitor, the Earl of Kendal.

K. Edw. Aspiring traitor! how darest thou Once cast thine eyes upon thy sovereign That honour'd theo with kindness and with

favour? But I will make theo by t this treason dear.

Ken. Good my lord,—

A'. Edw. Reply not, traitor.—
Tell me, Cuddy, whose deed of honour
Won tho victory against this rebel?

Cud. George-a-Greene, the Pinner of Wakefield.

A'. Etlu: George-a-Greene! now shall I hear Certain, what this Pinner is. [news

Discourse it briefly, Cuddy, how it befell.

Cud. Kendal and Bonfield, with Sir Gilbert Armstrong, Came to Wakefield town disguis'd, And there spoke ill of your grace; Which George but hearing, fell'd them at his feet, And, had not rescue come into Z the place, George had slain them § in his close of wheat.

A'. Edw. But, Cuddy, Canst thou not tell where I might give and grant Some thing that might pleaso And highly gratify the Pinner's thoughts?

Cud. This at their parting George did say to me II; "If tho king vouchsafe of this my Bervice, Then, gentle Cuddy, kneel upon thy knee, And humbly crave a boon of him for mo."

A'. Edw. Cuddy, what is it?

Cud. It is his will your grace would pardon them, And let them live, although they have oflended.

A". Edit: I think the man striveth to be glorious. Well, George hath crav'd it, and it shall bo

granted, Which none but he in England should have

gotten.— Live, Kendal, but as prisoner, So shalt thou end thy days within the Tower.

* They] Qy. "That"?

f o.v] i. e. aby. (In p. 259, first col., we have had

"but thou shalt dear aby this blow.") t into) For "unto": see note t, P- 111, sec. col. § th/m] Tho 4to. "him." This account i»at varlanc

with what has occurred in p. 201, 6ec. col. H ThU at their parting Oeorge did tay to me, &c ] Yet

Cuddy a little before has told the king ho never saw

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Ken. Gracious is Edward to offending subjects-
K. James. My Lord of Kendal, you aro welcomo

to the court.
K. Edw. Nay, but ill-como as it falls out now;


Ill-come indeed, were't not for George-a-Greene.
But, gentle king, for so you would aver,
And Edward's betters, I salute you both,
And here I vow by good Saint George,
You'll gain but little when your sums are

I sore do long to see this George-a-Greene:
And for because I never saw the north,
I will forthwith go see it;
And for that to none I will be known, we will
Disguise ourselves and steal down Becretly,
Thou and I, King James, Cuddy, and two or

three, And make a merry journey for a month.— Away, then, conduct him to the Tower.— Come on, King James, my heart must needs be

merry. If fortune make such havock of our foes. [Exeunt.

Enter Robik Hood, Maid Marian, Scarlet, and Mcch.

Rob. Why is not lovely Marian blithe of cheer? What ails my leman,* that she gins to lour? Say, good Marian, why art thou so sad?

Mar. Nothing, my Robin, grieves me to the heart But, whensoever I do walk abroad, I hear no songs but all of Gcorge-a-Greene; Bcttris, his fair leman, passeth me: And this, my Robin, galls my verysouL

Rob. Content thee t: What recks it us, though George-a-Greene bo So long as he doth proffer us no scath? [stout, Envy doth seldom hurt but to itself; And therefore, Marian, smile upon thy Robin.

Mar. Never will Marian smile upon her Robin, Nor lie with him under the green-wood shade, Till that thou go to Wakefield on a green, And beat tho Pinner for the love of me.

Rob. Content thee, Marian, I will ease thy grief, My merry men and I will thither Btray; And here I vow that, for the love of thee, I will beat George-a-Greene, or he shall beat me.

Scar. As I am Scarlet, next to Littlo John, One of the boldest yeomen of the crew,

* Iflnnn] i. c. mistress, love.

t thee] Not ia tho 4to. But comjKU-o Robin's next Rpecch.

So will I wend with Robin all along,
And try this Pinner what he dares do. *

Murk. As I am Much, the miller's son,
That left my mill to go with thee,
And nillt 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.

Mar. And, Robin, Marian she will go with thee, To see fair Bettris how bright she is of blee.J

Rob. Marian, thou shalt go with thy Robin.— Bend up your bows, and see your strings be

Tho arrows keen, and every thing be ready,
And each of you a good bat on his neck,
Able to lay a good man on the ground.

Scar. I will have Friar Tuck's.

Muck. I will have Little John's.

Rob. I will have one made of an ashen plank,§ Able to bear a bout or two.—■ Then come on, Marian, let us go; For before tho sun doth show the morning day,|| I will bo at Wakefield to see this Pinner, Goorgca-Greene. [Exeunt.

A ShoonmkorH at wort: enter Jeskis, earrymij o fluff.

Jen. My masters,** ho that hath neither meat nor money, and hath lost his credit with the alewife, for auything I know, may go supperless to bed.—But, soft! who is here? here is a shoemaker; he knows where is the best alo.— Shoemaker, I pray thee tell me, where is the best ale in tho town?

Shoe. Afore, afore, follow thy nose; at the sign of the Egg-shell.

Jen. Come, shoemaker, if thou wilt, and take thy part of a pot.

Shoe, [coming forward.] Sirrah, down with your staff, down with your Btaff.

Jen. Why, how now! is the fellow mad? I

* And try thU Pinner vrhat he dart* do\ Hers "dares" is a dissyllable: see Walker's SJiaki/jieart'i Versification^ &c, p. 146.

i nill] i. o. will not.

t how bright elie i* of bite'] Bright of hlee\& an expression frequent in old ballads: lice is colour, complexion (Sax. Men).

s plant] Tho 4to. "plunte." Qy. "plant "?—*'Tho editor suggests 'plant'; but planl- is surely right, out of which the bat is to bo cut." Rev. J. Mufonl,Gent. Mag. for March IMS, p. 218.

II the morning day] Qy. "his morning ray "?

If A Shoemaker, Arc.] Tho 4to. has "Euter« Shoomattr titling vpon the 6tige at worke, Icnkin to him."

*• My matter*, &.C.] Sec note ', p. 204, sec. coL

pray theo tell me, why should I hold down my staff?

Shot. You will down with him, will you not, 6ir?

Jen. Why, tell me wherefore?

Shoe. My friend, this is the town of merry Wakefield, and here is a custom held, that none shall pass with his staff on his shoulders but he must have a bout with me; and so shall you, sir.

Jen. And so will not I,* sir.

Shoe. That will I try. Barking dogs bite not the sorest.

Jen. [aside.] I would to God I were once well rid of him.

Shoe. Now, what, will you down with your staff?

Jen. Why, you are not in earnest, are you?

Shoe. If I am not, take that. [Strikes him.

Jen. You whoreson cowardly scab, it is but the part of a clapperdudgeonf to strike a man in the Btreet. But dareat thou walk to the town's end with me?

Shoe. Ay, that I dare do: but stay till I lay in my tools, and I will go with thee to the town's end presently.

Jen. [aside,] I would I knew how to be rid of this fellow.

Shoe. Come, sir, will you go to the town's end now, sir?

Jen. Ay, Bir, come.—Now we are at the town's end,? what say you now?

Shoe. Harry, come, let us even have a bout.

Jen. Ha, stay a little; hold thy hands, I pray

Shoe. Why, w hat's the matter? [thee.

Jen. Faith, I am Under-pinner of the§ town, and there is an order, which if I do not keep, I shall bo turned out of mine office.

Shoe. What is that, sir?

Jen. 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.

Shoe. Well, sir, and till then I will not strike thee.

Jen. Well, sir, hero is once, twice :—here is my hand, I will never do it the third time.

Shoe. Why, then, I see we shall not fight.

* tf ill not I] i. o. will not I down with ray staff.

t clapperdHdgton] i.o. boggar. (A clap-dish,—a wooden dish with a moveable lid, which they clapped to show that it was empty,—used to be carried by bt^'garB.)

J Now ue are at the town's end, ic j Here, after Jenkin had said "Ay, sir, come," and had walked round the stage with the Shoemaker, tho audience were to suppose that the scene was changed to "tho town's end." See note ', p. 2G2, first col,

i the] Tho4to. "a."

Jen. Faith, no: come, I will give thee two pots of the best ale, and bo friends.

Shoe, [aside.] Faith, I see it is as hard to get water out of a flint as to get him to have a bout 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 ale-house and drink.

Jen. Well, content: go thy ways, and say thy prayers, thou scapest my hands to-day. [Rvcunt.

Enter Georqe-a-greexk and BErnus. Geo. Tell me, sweet love, how is thy mind content? What, canst thou brook to live with George-aGreene? Bet. 0, George, how little pleasing are theso 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.

Geo. Happy am I to havo so sweet a love.— But what ore these come tracing here along? Bet. Three men come striking through tho corn, my love.

Enter Rosis Hood, Scarlet, Moot, and Maid Marian.

Geo. Back agaiD, you foolish travellers, For you are wrong, and may not wend this way.

Hob. That were great shame. Now, by my soul, proud sir, We be three tall* yeomen,ond thou art but one.— Come, we will forward in despite of him.

Geo. Leap the ditch, or I will make you skip. What, cannot the highway serve your turn, But you must make a path over the corn?

Bob. Why, art thou mad? dar'st thou encounter three? We are no babes, man, look upon our limbs.

Geo. Sirrah, The biggest limbs have not the stoutest hearts. Were ye as good as Bobin Hood and his threo

merry men,
I'll t 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.

Scar. Were thou as high in deeds
As thou art haughty in words,
Thou well mightst be a champion for a king:

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But empty vessels have the loudest sounds, And cowards prattle more than men of worth.

Geo. Sirrah, darest thou try me?

Scar. Ay, sirrah, that I dare.

[They fight, and Qeoeoe-a-greese btatthim.

Much. How now! what, art thou down ?— Come, sir, I am next.

[They fight, and Georoe-a-greene beatt him.

Rob. Come, eirrah, now to me: spare me not, For I'll not spare thee.

Qto. Make no doubt I will be as liberal to thee. [They fight; Robis Hood stays.

Hob. Stay, George, for here I do protest, Thou art the stoutest champion that ever I Laid hands upon.

Qto. Soft, you sir ! by your leave, you lie; You never yet laid hands on me.

Hob. George, wilt thou* forsake Wakefield,
And go with me 1

Two liveries will I give thee overy year,
And forty crowns shall be thy fee.

Geo. Why, who art thou?

Rob. Why, Robin Hood:
I am come hither with my Marian
And these my yeomen for to visit thee.

Geo. Robin Hood 1
Next to King Edward art thou lieff 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 Martlcmas, J
Mutton and veal: if this like you not,
Take that you find, or that you bring, for me.

Rob. Godamercies, good George,
I'll bo thy guest to-day.

Geo. Robin, therein thou honourest me. I'll lead the way. [Exeunt.

Several Shoemakers at work: enter Kiso Edward and Jakes Kino or Scots disguised, each carrying a staff.

K. Edvi. Como on, King James; now we are thuB disguis'd, There is none, I know, will take us to be kings: I think we are now in Bradford, Where all the merry shoemakers dwell. Pint Shoe, [coming forward.] Down with your staves, my friends, Down with them.

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K. Edw. Down with our staves! I pray thee, why so 1

First Shoe. My friend, I see thou art a stranger
Else wouldst thou not have question'd of the
This is the town of merry Bradford, [thing.

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 a bout with mo.

K. Edw. But hear you, sir, hath the king granted you This custom?

First Shoe. 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.

K. Edw. What were we best to do?

K. James. Faith, my lord, they are stout
And, because we will see some sport,
We will trail our staves.

K. Edw. Hear'st thou, my friend?
Because we are men of peace and travellers,
We are content to trail our staves.

First Shoe. The way lies before you, go along.

Enter Robin Hood and Georoe-a-greene, disguised.

Rob. See, George, two men are passing through the town, Two lusty men, and yet they trail their staves.

Geo. Robin, They arc some peasants trick'd in yeoman's

weeds.— Hollo, you two travellers!

K. Edw. Call you us, sir?

Geo. Ay, you. Are ye not big enough to bear Your bats upon your necks, but you must trail

them Along the streets ?,

K. Edw. Yes, sir, we are big enough; But here is a custom kept, That none may pass, his staff upon his neck, Unless ho 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.

Geo. Base-minded peasants, worthless to bo men I What, have you bones and limbs to strike a blow, And be your hearts so faint you cannot fight? Were't not for shame, I would drub* your shoulders well,

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And teach you manhood 'gainst another time.

First Shoe. Well prcach'd, Sir Jack! down with your stafl'! [wise, keep down

K. Edw. Do you hear, my friends? an you be Your staves, for all the town will rise upon you.

Geo. Thou speakest like an honest quiet fellow: But hear you mo; in spite of all the swains Of Bradford 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.

A'. Edw. We will hold up our staves.

GEOROE-A-Gaismsjloto with the Shoemakers, ami beats
them all down.
Geo. What, have you any more?
Call all your town forth, cut and longtail.*

The Shoemakers discover George A-guekxe.
First Shoe. What, Qeorge-a-Greene, is it you!
A plague foundt you!

I think you long'd to swinge me well.

Come, George, we will crush a pot before we part. Geo. A pot, you slave 1 we will have an hundred.—

Here, Will Perkins, take my purse, fetch mo

A stand of ale, and set [it] in the market-place,

That all may drink that are athirst this day;

For this is for a feo to welcomo Robin Hood

To Bradford town.
The stand of alt it brought 01U, and ihoj fall a drinking.

Here, Robui, sit thou here;

For thou nrt the best man at the board this day.

You that are strangers, place yourselves where

Robin, [you will.

Here's a carouse to good King Edward's self;

And they that love him not, I would we had

The basting of them a little.

* cut and longtail] This expression, it would seem, was originally applied to dogs: "Yea, oven their vorio dogs, Rug, Ritf, and Risbic, yea, cut and lontj-tade, they shall bo welcome." Ulpian Fulvvell's Art of Flattcrtj, 1670, si^. G 3. (In his note on "call me cut," Twelfth-Xight, act ii. 80. 3, Shakespeare, ii. 671, ed. 185$, Mr. Collier writes; "'Cut' (as Stoevens sug^osts) was probably abbreviated from curtat, a horso whoso toil has been docked; and hence the frequent opposition, in old comic writers, of cut and long-toil. The Rev. Mr. Dyco in a note on * Wit at several Weapons' (B. and F. iv. 31*) says that cut and lonijtoil means 'dogs of all kinds.' What marks of admiration would lie uot have placed aftor it, if any other editor had committed such a mistake!" But Mr. Collicr's memory must be sadly impaired; for his note on "come cut and long-tail ", Mi'mj Wives of IVindsor, act ill. sc. 4, Sfiakespetlre, i. 2'J'J, cd. 1S58, runs thus; "A phrase expressive of dogs of every kind; which Slender applies io persons precisely in the samo way as by [tic] IVimpcy in Beaumont aud Flotcher's 'Wit at several Weapons' (edit. Dyce, iv. p. 8"V' &c-)

t found] 1. c. confound.

Bnter the Earl or Warwick uith other Noblemen, bring' ingouithe King's garments; then Georoe-a-greene and Otc rest kneel down to the King.

K. Edw. Come, masters, all fellows.—Nay, Eobin, You are the best man at the board to-day.— Rise up, George.

Geo. Nay, good my liege, ill-nurtur'd we were, then: Though we Yorkshire men be blunt of speech, And little skill'd in court or such quaint fashions, Yet naturo teacheth us duty to our king; Therefore I Humbly beseech you pardon Georgc-a-Greene.

Rob. And, good my lord, a pardon for poor Robin; Aud for us all a pardon, good King Edward.

First Shoe. I pray you, a pardon for the shoemakers.

K. Edw. I frankly grant a pardon to you all:

{Thty rise. And, George-a-Grecne,* give me thy hand; There's none in England that shall do thee wrong. Even from my court I came to see thyself; And now I see that fame speaks naught but truth.

Geo. I humbly thank your royal majesty. That which I did against the Earl of Kendal, 'Twas but a subject's duty to his sovereign, And therefore little merit[s] such good words.

K. Edw. But ere I go, I'll grace thee with good deeds. Say what King Edward may perform, And thou slialt have it, being in England's bounds.

Geo. I have a lovely lemau,+ As bright of Meet as is the silver moon, And old Grime her father will not let her match With me, because I am a Pinner, Although I love her, aud she me, dearly.

A'. Edw. Where is she 1 Geo. At home at my poor house, And vows never to marry unless her father Give consent; which is my great grief, my lord.

A". Edw. If this be all, I will despatch it straight;

* And, Gcorgc-a-Grccne, 4c] Mr. Collier (Hist, of Engl. Dram. Poet. ill. 107) cites this passage with the following regulation;

"And Georgo-a-Greene, give me thy hand : there is None in England that shall do thee wrong,"— <>1^erving that "tho word ' England ' is to be pronounced as a trisyllabic." But though our early poets occasionally uso " England " as a tris} liable, they certainly never intended it to ha accented " Engeland."

t Uman] i. e. mistress, love.

} bright of W«] Sec note J, p. 204, sec. col.

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