| Share page | Visit Us On FB |
|
150 THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE. |
||
|
" For an outlawe this is the lawe, . m
That men hym take and binde, "Without pytee hanged to bee,
And waver with the wynde. Yf I had neede, as God forbede,
"What rescous coude ye finde ? 1a
For sothe, I trowe, you and your bowe
Shuld drawe for fere behynde : And noo merveyle; for lytel avayle
Were in your councel than ; Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo iss
Alone, a banysshed man."
" Ful wel knowe ye that wymen bee
Ful febyl for to fyght; Noo womanhed is it indeede,
To bee bolde as a knight. is>
Yet in suche fere yf that ye were,
Amonge enemys day and nyght, I wolde wythstonde, with bowe in hande,
To greeve them as I myght, And you to save, as wymen have, let
From deth many one : For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone."
" Yet take good hede; for ever I drede
That ye coude not sustein iro
The thorney wayes, the depe valeis, The snowe, the frost, the reyn, T. 152, Shul. |
||