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148 THE NUTBROWNE HAIDE.
Make you redy, for soo am I,
All though it were anoon ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde as
I love but you alone."
" Yet I you rede to take good hede
"What men wyl thinke and sey ; Of yonge and olde it shal be told,
That ye be gone away 100
Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle,
In grene wood you to play; And that ye myght from your delyte
Noo lenger make delay. Rather than ye shuld thus for me 105
Be called an ylle woman, Yet wolde I to the grene wodde goo
Alone, a banysshed man."
" Though it be songe of olde and yonge
That I shuld be to blame, no
Theirs be the charge that speke so large
In hurting of my name. For I wyl prove that feythful love
It is devoyd of shame, In your distresse and hevynesse, us
To parte wyth you the same; And sure all thoo that doo not so,
v. 98, Whan.