That she was in. Nowe I begyn, So that ye me answère: I am the knyght,1 I come by nyght, Sayinge "Alas! thus standeth the case, SHE. 'And I your wyll for to fulfyll (To theyr own shame), women to blame, Therfore to you I answere nowe, All women to excuse, "Myne owne hart dere, with you what chere ? I pray you tell anone: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." HE. 'It standeth so: a dede is do Wherof grete harme shall growe. My destiny is for to dy A shamefull deth, I trowe, Or elles to fle: the one must be: But to withdrawe as an outlawe, For I must to the grene wode go That is, let me enact the part of the knight. • Do wrong. I know no other counsel. SHE. ' O Lord, what is thys worldys blysse That changeth as the mone! My somers day in lusty May Is derked before the none. Why say ye so ? wheder wyll ye go? All my welfàre to sorrowe and care Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.' HE. I can beleve it shall you greve, And somewhat you dystrayne;2 But aftyrwarde your paynës harde, Within a day or twayne, Shall sone aslake, 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 banyshed man.' SHE. Now syth that ye have shewed to me I shall be playne to you agayne, Syth it is so that ye wyll go, I wolle not leve behynde; Shall never be sayd the Not-browne Mayd Was to her love unkynde. Make you redy, for so am I, Allthough it were anone; For in my mynde, of all mankynde HE. 'Yet I you rede to take good hede Your wanton wyll for to fulfill, In grene wode you to play; Rather than ye sholde thus for me Be called an yll womàn, Yet wolde I to the grene wode go Alone, a banyshed man.' SHE. Though it be songe of old and yonge That I sholde be to blame, Theyrs be the charge that speke so large For I wyll prove that faythfulle love It is devoyd of shame, In your dystresse and hevynesse, To part1 with you the same; HE. 'I counceyle you remember howe 1 Share. Those. Not lawful for a maiden. 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 lever1 than2 That I had to the grene wode go Alone, a banyshed man.' SHE. 'I thinke nat nay; but, as ye say, It is no maydens lore; But love may make me for your sake, To come on fote, to hunt and shote To gete us mete in store; For so that I your company May have, I aske no more; From which to part, it maketh my hart For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.' HE. 'For an outlawe this is the lawe, And waver with the wynde. SHE. ' Ryght 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, I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande, From deth men many one: I love but you alone.' HE. 'Yet take good hede; for ever I drede And us above none other rofe But a brake1 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.' SHE. 'Syth I have here bene partynère Yet am I sure of one plesùre, That where ye be, me semeth, pardè, I coude nat fare amysse. 1 Bracken. |