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loi THE NUTBBOWBE MAIDE.
For ofte ye preyd, and longe assayed,
Or I you lovid, perde. And though that I of auncestry
A barons doughter bee, Yet have you proved how I you loved,
A squyer of lowe degree; And ever shal, what so befalle,
To dey therfore anoon; For in my mynde, of al mankynde
I love but you alone."
" A barons childe to be begyled,
It were a curssed dede ! To be felow with an outlawe,
Almyghty God forbede ! Yet bettyr were the power squyer
Alone to forest yede, Than ye shal saye another day, >
That be [my] wyked dede Ye were betrayed ; wherfore, good maide,
The best red that I can Is that I too the greene wode goo
Alone, a banysshed man."
" "Whatsoever befalle, I never shal
Of this thing you upbraid ; But yf ye goo, and leve me soo,
Than have ye me betraied. Remembre you wele, how that ye dele,
For yf ye, as ye sayde,