“Now syth that ye have shewed to me the secret of your mynde, I shalbe playne to you agayne, lyke as ye shal me fynde; “I thinke not nay, but as ye saye, it is noo maydens lore; But love may make me for your sake, as ye have said before, 1 remain 2 at once those 4 I had rather then 1 one 2 plan 3 know 5 gone “Ful wel knowe ye that wymen bee ful febyl “Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier as for to fyght; men say that ye bee Noo womanhed is it indecde to bec bolde as a Ne may not fayle of good vitayle, where is so knight; 80 grete plente; Yet in suche fere yf that ye were, amonge And watir cleere of the ryvere shalbe sul enemy's day and nyght, swete to me, I wolde wythstonde, with bowe in hande, to Wyth whiche in hele? I shal right wele endure, greve them as I myght, as ye shal see; And you to save, as wymen have from deth And, er we goo, a bed or twoo I can provide [ful] many one; anoon; For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but you alone.” you alone.” IIO “Yet take good hede, for ever I drede that ye coude not sustein The thorney wayes, the depe valeis, the snowe, the frost, the reyn, The colde, the hete; for, drye or wete, we must lodge on the playn, And, us above, noon other rove? but a brake, bussh, or twayne; Whiche sone shulde greve you, I bclieve, and ye wolde gladly than That I had too the grenewode goo, alone, a banysshed man. 90 “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, Wyth bowe in hande, for to withstonde your enmys, yf nede be, And this same nyght before daylyght to wood ward wyl I flee; And if ye wyl all this fullylle, doo it shortely as ye can; Ellis wil I to the grenewode goo, alone, a banysshyd man. "Syth I have here ben partynere with you of joy and blysse, I muste also parte of your woo endure, as “I shal, as now, do more for you than longeth to womanhede, To short my here, a bowe to bere to shote in reason is; time of nede. 1 2 roof 1 2 health “Nay, nay, not soo, ye shal not goo! and I shal tell you why: Your appetyte is to be lyght of love, I wele aspie; For right as ye have sayd to me, ín lykewise hardely Ye wolde answere, whosoever it were, in way of company. It is sayd of olde, ‘sone hote, sone colde,' and so is a woman; Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo, alone, a banysshid man.” “Yef that ye went, ye shulde repent, for in the forest now I have purveid me of a maide, whom I love more than you, Another fayrer than ever ye were, I dare it wel avowe; And of you both, cche shuld be wrothe with other, as I trowe. It were myn case to lyve in pease; so wyl I yf I can; Wherfore I to the wode wyl goo, alone, a banysshid man." 150 "Though in the wood I undirstode ye had a paramour, All this may nought remeve my thought, but that I wyl be your ; And she shal fynde me softe and kynde, and curtcis every our, Glad to fulfylle all that she wyl commaunde me, to my power; For had ye, loo ! an hondred moo, yet wolde I be that one; For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but “Yef 1 ye take hede, yet is noo nede, suche wordis to say bce ? me, For oft ye preyd, and longe assayed, or I you lovid, perdee! And though that I of auncestry a barons doughter bee, Yet have you proved how I you loved, a squyer of lowe degree, 130 And ever shal, what so befalle, to dey thersore anoon; For in my mynde of all mankynde I love but you alone.” you alone.” “A barons childe to be begyled, it were a curssed dede, To be felaw with an outlawe, almyghty God forbede! Yet bettyr were the power 3 squyer alone to forest yede, Than ye shal say, another day, that be? my wyked dede Ye were betrayed; wherfore, good maide, the best red 5 that I can, Is that I too the grenewode goo, alone, a ban ysshed man. “Myn owne dere love, I see the prove that ye be kynde and trewe; Of mayde and wyfe, in all my lyf, the best that ever I knewe! Be mery and glad, be no more sad, the case is chaungèd newe; For it were ruthe that for your trouth you shuld have cause to rewe. 160 Be not dismayed, whatsoever I sayd, to you whan I began, I wyl not too the grenewode goo, I am noo banysshyd man.” “Theis tidingis be more glad to me than to be made a quene, Yf I were sure they shuld endure; but it is often seen, “Whatsoever befalle, I never shal of this thing you upbraid; But yf ye goo and leve me so, than have ye me betraied. 140 When men wyl breke promyse, they speke the wordis on the splene. 5 advice 1 capriciously 2 I 2 EARLY TUDOR LYRICS (c. 1500) Thys ender nyght ? A star as bright as day; By-by, baby, lullay! Unto hur son gane say: "My son, my lorde, My fathere dere, Why lyest thow in hay? Shulde lye in ryche aray, To syng, By-by, lullay !” And thus, me-thought, he says: “I am a kyng Above all thyng, Yn hay yff I be layde; Shall cum on the twelfe day. And sing, By-by, lullay!” I. RELIGIOUS LYRIC 3 I 18 Who shall have my sayr lady? Who but I ? Who but I? Who? Who shall have my fayr lady? Who hath more ryght therto? 24 30 cease readily “My son, I say Thow art my derling dere; Thou wotyst hyt well yn fay. And syng, By-by, lullay." Then take me up on lofte; And dandell me full soft; And kepe me nyght and day; And yff I wepe And cannott slepe, Syng, By, baby, lullay.”, Syth all ys at thy wyll, Yff hyt be ryght and skylle; “That chylde or man, Whoever can Be mery on thys day, By-by, baby, lullay!” Your askyng shall I spede, Yn wordes nor in dede. 10 3 I 2 “Syng what ye wyll, naundements ay. Yow for to please Let them nott sesse To syng, Baby, lullay." 1 certainly 2 thee 4 Yffe he say he can nowght do, 78 4 3 beautiful en lett hym go, For now ys the tyme of Crystymas. Make we mery, etc. 1 satisfied cease |
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