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THE NUTBROWNE MAIDE. 151
The colde, the hete ; for, drye or wete,
We must lodge on the playn; And us aboove noon other rove tf»
But a brake bussh or twayne; Whiche sone shulde greve you, I beleve,
And ye wolde gladly than That I had too the grenewode goo
Alone, a banysshyd man." wo
" Syth I have here been partynere
With you of joy and blysse, I must also parte of your woo
Endure, as reason is; Yet am I sure of oo plesure, is»
And shortly, it is this ; That where ye bee, mesemeth, perde\
I coude not fare amysse. Wythout more speche, I you beseche
That we were soon agone ; im
For in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but you alone."
" Yf ye goo thedyr, ye must consider,
Whan ye have lust to dyne, Ther shel no mete be fore to gete, w
Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wine; Ne shetis clene to lye betwene,
Made of thred and twyne : Noon other house but levys and bowes
To kever your hed and myn. 200
200, bed, Wright. |
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