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THE NUTBROAVNE MAIDE. 149 |
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Trewe lovers ar they noon ; But in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone." 120
" I counsel yow remembre how
It is noo maydens lawe, Nothing to dought, but to renne out
To wod with an outlawe. -For ye must there in your hande bere 120
A bowe to bere and drawe, And as a theef thus must ye lyeve,
Ever in drede and awe ; By whiche to yow gret harme myght grow;—
Yet had I lever than 130
That I had too the grenewod goo
Alone, a banysshyd man."
" I thinke not nay; but, as ye saye,
It is noo maydens lore ; But love may make me for your sake, isg
As ye have said before, To com on fote, to hunte and shote
To gete us mete and store; For soo that I your company
May have, I aske noo more; i*>
From whiche to parte, it makith myn herte
As colde as ony ston : For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone." |
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