That by my cursed dede Ye were betrayed: wherfore, good mayd, The beft rede that I can, Is that I to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. 275 B. Whatever befall, I never fhall Than have ye me betrayed. 280 dele; Were fo' unkynde, to leve behynde For, yf ye, as ye fayd, Your love, the not-browne mayd, Trust me truly, that I fhall dy Sone after ye be gone: For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. Yf that A. ye went ye fholde repent; For in the forest nowe 285 290 I have purvayed me of a mayd, Another fayrère than ever ye were, I dare it wele avowe; And of you bothe eche fholde be wrothe 295 With other, as I trowe: It were myne efe, to lyve in pefe; 310 Yet wolde I be that one: For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. A. Myne owne dere love, I fe the prove That ye be kynde, and true; Of mayde, and wyfe, of all my lyfe, 315 Be mery and glad, be no more fad, The cafe is chaunged newe; For it were ruthe, that, for your Ye fholde have caufe to rewe: truthe, 320 Be nat difmayed; whatsoever I fayd Ye fhall nat nede further to drede ; I wyll nat dysparàge You, (God defend !) fyth ye defcend Of fo grete lynyàge. Nowe undyrftande, to Westmarlande, Which is myne herytàge, 335 340 I wyll you brynge; and with a rynge, By way of maryàge, I wyll you take; and lady make, As shortely as I can : Than have you won an erlys fon, And not a' banyshed man. B. Here may ye fe, that women be, 345 In love, meke, kynde, and stable : Late never man reprove them than [Or call them variable]; But, rather, pray God, that we may To them be comfortable; 350 Which fometyme proveth' fuch as he loveth,' 355 Yf they be charytable. For, fyth' men wolde that women sholde Be meke to them ech one, Moche more ought they to God obey, And ferve but hym alone. 360 PHYLIDA was a faire mayde, As fresh as any flowre; Harpalus, and eke Corin, Were herdmen both yfere: And Phylida could twift and spinne, But Phyllida was all to coy For Harpalus to winne ; For Corin was her onely joy, Who forft her not a pinne. How often would the flowers twine! How often garlandes make, Of couflips, and of colombine! And al for Corins fake. But Corin he had haukes to lure, And forced more the field: 5 10 15 |