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A. A barons chylde to be begylde ! it were a curfed dede : To be felàwe with an outlàwe ! Almighty God for
bede! Yea, beter were, the pore [quyère alone to forest
yede, Than ye sholde fay another day, that by that cursed
dede Ye were betrayed : wherfore, good mayd, the best rede
that I can, Is, that I to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed man.
B. Whatever befall, I never shall of this thyng you up
brayd : But yf ye go, and leve me so, than have ye me betrayed. Remember
you wele howe that ye dele ; for, yf ye be as ye says, Ye were unkynde, to leve behynde, your love, the
notbrowne mayd. Trust me truly', that I shall dy fone after ye
be gone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you
Yf that ye went, ye sholde repent; for in the forest
I have purvayed me of a mayd, whom I love more than
you; Another fayrère than ever ye were, 1 dare it wele
avowe; And of you bothe eche lholde be wrothe with other, as I trowe :
It were myne ese, to lyve in pese; so wyll I, yf I can; Wherfore I to the wode wyll. go, alone, a banylhed
B. Though in the wođe. I undyrstode ye had a paramour, All this may nought remove my thought, but that I
will be your : And the shall fynde me soft, and kynde, and courteys.
Glad to fulfyll all that she wyll commaunde me, to my
power : For had ye, lo, an hundred mo, yet wolde I be that
one ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
A.. Myne own dere love, I fe the prove that ye be kynde,
Of mayde, and wyfe, in all my lyfe, the best that ever
I knewe. Be
mery and glad, be no more sad, the case is chaunged
For it were ruthe, that, for your truthe, ye sholde have
caufe to rewe : Be nat dismayed ; whatsoever I sayd to you, whan !
began, I wyll not to the grene wode go, I am no banyshed
B. These tydings be more gladder to me than to be made a
quene, Yf I were sure they sholde endure : but it is often sene, Whan men wyll breke promyse, they speke the wordes
on the splene : Ye shape fome wyle, me to begyle, and stele from me,
I wene : Than were the case worse than it was, and I more wo
begone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.
B. Ye shall nat nede further to drede ; I will not dysparage You, (God defende !) fyth you descend of so gretc
lynage. Nowe understande, - to Westmarlande, which is myne
herytage, I wyll you bringe; and with a rynge, by way of ma
ryage I wyll you take, and lady make, as shortely as I can : Thus have ye won an erlys son, and not a banylhed
B. Here may yc fe, that women be, in love, meke, kyndey
and stable : Late never man reprove them than, , . But, rather, pray God, that we may to them be como
fortable, Which sometyme proved such as he loved, yf they be charytable.
Forsoth, men wolde that women fholde be meke to
them ech one ; Moche more ought they to God obey, and serve but
A N D
E M M A.
Ρ Ο Ε Μ,
Upon the Model of the NUT-BROWN MAID,
I bend, at whose command
No longer man of woman shall complain,
Whatever has been writ, whatever said,
As Beauty's potent queen, with every grace
WHERE beauteous Ifis and her husband Tame With mingled waves for ever flow the fame, In times of yore an ancient baron liv'd ; Great gifts bestow'd, and great refpect receiv'd.
When dreadful Edward with successful care Led his free Britons to the Gallic war;