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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

alone.

A.

Yf that ye went, ye sholde repent; for in the forest

nowe

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

man.

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.

every hour;

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,

and true;

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

newe ;

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

man.

B. These

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

man.

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.

For

Forsoth, men wolde that women fholde be meke to

them ech one ; Moche more ought they to God obey, and serve but

hym alone.

HENRY

A N D

E M M A.

A

Ρ Ο Ε Μ,

Upon the Model of the NUT-BROWN MAID,

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HOU, to whose

eyes

I bend, at whose command
(Though low my voice, though artless be my hand)
I take the sprightly reed, and fing, and play ;
Careless of what the censuring world may say :
Bright Cloe, object of my constant vow,
Wilt thou a while unbend thy serious brow?
Wilt thou with pleasure hear thy lover's strains,
And with one heavenly smile o’erpay his pains ?
No longer thall the Nut-brown Maid be old ;
Though since her youth three hundred years have roll’d:
At thy desire, she shall again be raisid ;
And her reviving charms in lasting verse be prais'd.

No longer man of woman shall complain,
That he may love, and not be lov'd again :
That we in vain the fick le sex pursue,
Who change the constant lover for the new.

What

Whatever has been writ, whatever said,
Of female passion feign’d, or faith decay'd :
Henceforth fhall in my verse refuted stand,
Be said to winds, or writ upon the sand.
And, while my notes to future times proclaim
Unconquer'd love and ever-during flame;
O faireft of the sex! be thou my Mufe:
Deign on my work thy influence to diffufe.
Let me partake the blessings I rehearfe,
And grant me, Love, the juft reward of verse!

As Beauty's potent queen, with every grace
That once was Emma's, has adorn'd thy face;
And as her son has to my bofom dealt
That constant flame, which faithful Henry felt ;
O let the story with thy life agree :
Let men once more the bright example fee;
What Emma was to him, be thou to me.
Nor send me by thy frown from her I love,
Distant and fad, a banilh'd man to rove.
But oh! with pity long-intreated crown
My pains and hopes; and, when thou fay'st that one
Of all mankind thou lov'st, oh! think on me alone.

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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;

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