14. She might han tarried hir vengeance a whyle God bade hir do so, I truste for the beste; JOHN LYDGATE Vox ultima Crucis ARY no longer; toward thyn heritage TARY 1370 ?-1447 Haste on thy way, and be of right good chere. Go ech day onward on thy pilgrimage; Thynk how short time thou shalt abyde here. Thy place is bigg'd above the sterres clere, None erthly paleys wrought in so statly wyse. Come on, my frend, my brother most entere! For thee I offred my blood in sacryfice. KING JAMES I OF SCOTLAND 15. Spring Song of the Birds WORSCHIPPE ye that loveris bene this May, 1394-1437 For of your blisse the Kalendis are begonne. And sing with us, Away, Winter, away! Awake for schame! that have your hevynnis wonne, Thank Lufe that list you to his merci call! 14. bigg'd] built. Lufe] Love paleys] palace. 15. suete] sweet. 16. ROBERT HENRYSON Robin and Makyne ROBIN sat on gude green hill, Kepand a flock of fe: Mirry Makyn said him till 'Robin, thou rew on me: Robin answerit 'By the Rude 'At luvis lair gif thou will leir So that no danger do thee deir Quhat dule in dern thou dre; Be patient and previe.' kepand] keeping. fe] sheep, cattle. dule in dern] sorrow in secret. dill] soothe. dread, i. e. there is no fear or doubt. row. 1425-1500 him till] to him. but dreid] without raik on raw] range in lude] loved. leir] learn. lair] lore. deir] daunt. dre] endure. feir] demeanour. heynd] gentle. preiss] endeavour. Robin answerit hir agane, 'I wat not quhat is lufe; 'Robin, tak tent unto my tale, And thou sall haif my heart all haill, 'Makyn, to-morn this ilka tyde Quhat lyis on heart I will nocht hyd; 'Robin, thou reivis me roiff and rest; 'Makyn, adieu! the sone gois west, The day is neir-hand gane.' 'Robin, in dule I am so drest 'Gae luve, Makyne, quhair-evir thow list, 'Robin, I stand in sic a styll, I sicht and that full sair.' 'Makyn, I haif been here this quhyle; At hame God gif I weir.' 'My huny, Robin, talk ane quhyll Gif thow will do na mair.' Makyn, sum uthir man begyle, For hamewart I will fair.' Robin on his wayis went As light as leif of tre; And trowd him nevir to se. Robin brayd attour the bent: Then Makyn cryit on hie, 'Now may thow sing, for I am schent! Makyn went hame withowttin fail, Full wery eftir cowth weip; Assemblit all his scheip. Be that sum part of Makynis aill drest] beset. And till her tuke gude keip. intent] in her inward thought. lemman] mistress. sicht] sigh. brayd] strode. in hir bent] coarse tuke keip] paid attention. grass. schent] destroyed. alis] ails. be that] by the time that. till] to. it, 'Abyd, abyd, thow fair Makyne, For all my luve, it sall be thyne, All haill thy hairt for till haif myne My scheip to-morn, quhyle houris nyne, 'Robin, thow hes hard soung and say, The man that will nocht quhen he may I pray to Jesu every day, Mot eik thair cairis cauld 'Makyn, the nicht is soft and dry, Robin, that warld is all away, |