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75

I can beleve, it shall you greve,

And somwhat you dyftrayne :
But, aftyrwarde, your paynes harde

Within a day or twayne
Shall sone allake; and ye

shall take
Comfort to you agayne.
Why sholde ye ought? for, to make thought,

Your labour were in vaynę.
And thus I do; and pray you to,

As hartely, as I can;
For I must to the

grene Alone, a banyshed man.

wode go,

SH..
Now, fyth that ye have thewed 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 behynde;
Shall never be fayd, the not-browne mayd
Was to her love unkynde:

you redy', for fo am I,
Allthough it were anone;
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but

you

alone.

go

Make

95

He.

Yet. 91. Shall it never. Prola

Ver. 94. Although. Pral.

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He.
Yet I you 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 yon to play ;
And that ye myght from your delýght

No lenger make delay :
Rather than

ye

fholde thus for me
Be called an yll woman,
Yet wolde I to the

grene
wode

go,
Alone, a banished man.

105

110

She.
Though it be fonge of old and yonge,

That I sholde be to blame,
Theyrs be the charge, that speke fo large

In hurtynge of my name:
For I wyll prove, that faythfulle love

It is devoyd of shame;
In your dyftrefle, and hevyneffe,

To part with you, the same;
And sure all tho, that do not so,

True lovers are they none :
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone.

115

1 20 He.

Ver. 117. To thewe all. Prel

125

He.
I counceyle you, remember howe

It is no maydens lawe,
Nothynge to dout, but to renne out

To wode with an outlawe:
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

gen
Alone, a banyshed man.

130

135

SHE.
I thinke nat, nay, but as ye fay,

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 shore

To gete us mete in store;
For so that I your company

May have, I ake no more:
From which to part, it maketh my hart

As colde as ony stone;
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone.
Vol. II.

D

140

НЕ,

Ver. 133. I say nat, Prol.

Ver. 138, and fore. Comb. copy,

145

HE
For an outlawe this is the lawe,

That men hym take and bynde;
Without pytè, hanged to be,

And waver with the wynde.
If I had nede, (as God forbede!)

What rescous coude ye fynde?
Forsoth, I trowe, ye and your bowe

For fere wolde drawe behynde : And no mervayle; for lytell avayle

Were in your counceyle than: Wherfore I wyll to the grene

Alone, a banyshed man.

150

wode go,

155

160

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

With enemyes day or nyght,
I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande,

To greve them as I myght,
And you to save; as woman have

From deth men' many one:
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but

you

alone.

165

Hi.

Ver. 150. rocours. Prol. Ver. 162. and night, Camb. Copy. Ver. 164. To helpe ye with my myght. Prola

170

He.
Yet take good hede; for ever I drede

That ye coude nat fuftayne
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.

, 175

180

185

She.
Syth I have here bene party nère

With you of joy and blyfie,
I must also

parte

of

your wo
Endure, as refon is :
Yet am I sure of one plesùre ;

And, fortely, it is this:
That, where ye be, me semeth, pardè,

I coude nat fare amysse.
Without more fpeche, I you

bereche That we were sone

agone ; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone.

190

D 2

HE.

Ver. 174. Ye must. Prola

Ver. 190. fortley gone. Prol.

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