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Or elles to fle: the one must be ; none other way I

knowe, But to withdrawe as an outlawe, and take me to my

bowe. Wherfore, adue, my owne hart true! none other rede

I can ; For I must to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed . man.

O Lorde, what is this worldys blyffe, that chaungeth

as the mone ! The fomers day in lusty May is derked before the none. I here you say, farewell ; Nay, nay, we départ not so

sone: Why say ye so? wheder wyll ye go? alas, what have

ye done? All my welfàre to forowe and care sholde chaunge, yf

ye were gone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.

A. I can beleve, it shall you greve, and somwhat you

dystrayne : But, aftyrwarde, your paynes harde within a day or

twayne Shall fone allake ; and ye shall take comfort to you

agayne. Why sholde ye ought? for, to make thought, your

labour were in vayne. And thus I do; and pray you to, as hartely as I can; For I must to the grene wode go, alone, a banyfhed

man.

B. Now,

B. Now, fyth that ye have shewed to me the secret of your

mynde, I shall be playne to you agayne, lyke as ye shall me • fynde : Syth it is so that ye wyll go, I wolle not leve be

hynde ; Shall it never be fayd, the notbrowne mayd was to her

love unkynde : Make you redy'; for fo am I, although it were anone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.

A. ¥et Iyou rede to take good hede what men wyll thynke

and say: Of yonge and olde it shall be tolde, that ye be gone

away: Your wanton wyll for to fulfill, in grene wode you to

play; And that ye myght from your delyght no lenger mako

delay: Rather than ye sholde thus for me be called an yll

woman, Yet wolde I to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed

man.

B. Though it be songe of olde and yonge, that I sholde be ..to blame, Theyrs be the charge that speke fo large in hurtynge - of my name :

For

For I wyll prove, that faythfull love it is devoyd of

fhame; In your dystresse, and hevynesse, to part wyth you, the

same; To shewe all tho that do nat so, true lovers are they

none :
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde 'I love but you
alone.

A.
I counceyle you, remember howe it is no maydens

lawe,
Nothynge to dout, but to renne out to wode with an

outlàwe: For ye must there in your hand bere a bowe, redy to

drawe; And, as a thefe, thus must you lyve, ever in drede and

awe; Wherby to you grete harme myght growe: yet had I

lever' than,
That I had to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed
man.

B.
I say nat, nay, but as ye say, it is no maydens lore : ,
But love may make me, for your fake, as I have fayd

before,
To come on fote, to hunt, and shote, to get us mete in

ftore; For so that I your company may have, I aske no more :

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From which to part, it maketh my hart as colde as ony

Atone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.

A. For an outlawe, this is the lawe,--that men hym take

and bynde; Without pyte, hanged to be, and waver with the wynde. Yf I had neede, (as God forbede !) what focours coude

ye fynde? For fothe I trowe, ye and your bowe for fere wolde

drawe behynde: And no mervayle ; for lytell' avayle were in your coun

ceyle than: Wherfore I'll to the grene wode go, aloné, a banyshed man.

B. Right wele knowe ye, that women be but feble for to

fyght; No womanhede it is, indede, to be bolde as a knyght : Yet, in such fere yf that ye were with enemyes day

and night, I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande, to helpe you

with my myght, And you to save ; as women have from deth many a

one; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you

alone. Vol. XXXIII. D

A. Yet

A. Yet

A. Yet take good hede; for ever I drede that ye coude nat

sustayne The thornie wayes, the depe valèies, the snowe, the

frost, the rayne, The colde, the hete : for, dry, or wete, we must lodge

on the playne ; And, us above, none other rofe but a brake, bush, or

twayne : Which sone sholde greve you, I beleve ; and ye wolde

gladly than That I had to the grene wode go, alone, a banyshed

man.

B.

Syth I have here been partynère with you of joy and

blyfse, I must also parte of your wo endure, as reson is: Yet am I fare of one plesùre; and, shortely, it is this, That, where ye be, me femeth, pardè, I coude not fare

-amysle. Without more fpeche, I you beseche that we were

shortely gone; For, in my mynde; of all mankynde I love but you alone. . .

A. Yf ye goo thyder, ye must confider,—whan ye have

luft- to dyne, . There shall no mete, be for to gete, neyther bere, ale,

.ne wine ;

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