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THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE. 147 |
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I here you saye Farwel: nay, nay, m
We departe not soo sone. Why say ye so ? Wheder wyl ye goo ?
Alas, what have ye done ? Alle my welfare to sorow and care
Shulde chaunge, yf ye were gon : to
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone."
" I can beleve it shal you greve,
And somewhat you distrayne ; But aftyrwarde your paynes harde, «
Within a day or tweyne, Shal sone aslake, and ye shal take
Confort to you agayne. Why shuld ye nought ? for, to make thought
Your labur were in vayne: so
And thus I do, and pray you, too,
As hertely as I can : For I muste too the grene wode goo,
Alone, a banysshed man."
" Now syth that ye have shewed to me 85
The secret of your mynde, I shal be playne to you agayne,
Lyke as ye shal me fynde: Syth it is so that ye wyll goo,
I wol not leve behynde ; to
Shal never be sayd the Nutbrowne Mayd
Was to her love unkind. |
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