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152 THE NUTBROWNE MAIDS.
Loo, myn herte swete, this ylle dyet
Shuld make you pale and wan: "Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo
Alone, a banysshid man."
" Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier w<
As men say that ye bee . Ne may not fayle of good vitayle,
Where is so grete plente ; And watir cleere of the ryvere
Shal be ful swete to me, 210
"Wyth whiche in hele I shal right wele
Endure, as ye shall see : .1. And er we go, a bed or too
I can provide anoon ; For in my mynde, of all mankynde 215
I love but you alone."
■,.-. " Loo, yet before, ye must doo more,
Yf ye wyl goo with me, As cutte your here up by your ere,
Your kirtel by the knee ; a»
"Wyth bowe in hande, for to withstonde
Your enmys, yf nede bee; And this same nyght, before daylight,
To woodward wyl I flee; And [if] ye wyl all this fulfylle, ^
Doo it shortely as ye can : Ellis wil I to the grene wode goo
Alone, a banysshyd man." |
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