HE. For an outlawe this is the lawe, That men hym take and bynde; And waver with the wynde. What rescous coude ye fynde? For fere wolde drawe behynde: Were in your counceyle than: Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. SHE. Ryght wele knowe ye, that women be But feble for to fyght; No womanhede it is indede To be bolde as a knyght: Yet, in such fere yf that ye were 145 150 155 160 With enemyes day or nyght, I wolde withstande, with bowe in hande, To greve them as I myght, And you to save; as women have From deth [men] many one: For, in my mynde, of all mankynde Yet take good hede; for ever I drede That ye coude nat sustayne 165 170 Ver. 150, socours. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 162, and night. Camb. copy. -Ver. 164, to helpe ye with my myght. Prol. and Mr. W. The thornie wayes, the depe valèies, We must lodge on the playne; And, us above, none other rofe But a brake bush, or twayne: Which sone sholde greve you, I beleve; And ye wolde gladly than That I had to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. SHE. Syth I have here bene partynère Endure, as reson is: Yet am I sure of one plesùre; And, shortely, it is this: That, where ye be, me semeth, pardè, I coude nat fare amysse. 175 180 185 Without more speche, I you beseche That we were sone agone; 190 For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. HE. If ye go thyder, ye must consyder, There shall no mete be for you gete, Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wyne. Made of threde and twyne; 195 Ver. 172, frost and rayne. Mr. W.-Ver. 174, Ye must. Prol.-Ver. 190, shortley gone. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 196, Neyther here. Prol. and Mr. W. None other house, but leves and bowes, To cover your hed and myne; Sholde make you pale and wan; SHE. Amonge the wylde dere, such an archère, As men say that ye be, Ne may nat fayle of good vitayle, Where is so grete plentè: And water clere of the ryvére Shall be full swete to me; With which in hele I shall ryght wele Endure, as ye shall see; And, or we go, a bedde or two I can provyde anone; 200 205 210 Ver. 201, Lo myn. Mr. W.-Ver. 207, May ye nat fayle. Prol.-Ib. May nat fayle. Mr. W.-Ver. 219, above your ere. Prol.-Ver. 220, above the kne. Prol. and Mr. W.-Ver. 223, the same. Prol. and Mr. W. Els wyll I to the grene wode go, SHE. I shall as nowe do more for you To shote in tyme of nede. O my swete mother, before all other Where fortune doth me lede. All this make ye; Now let us fle; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. HE. Nay, nay, nat so; ye shall nat go, Your appetyght is to be lyght Of love, I wele espy: For, lyke as ye have sayed to me, In lyke wyse hardely Ye wolde answére whosoever it were, In way of company. It is sayd of olde, Sone hote, sone colde; Wherfore I to the wode wyll go, Alone, a banyshed man. Ver. 251, For I must to the grene wode go. Prol. and Mr. W. 230 235 240 245 250 SHE. Yf ye take hede, it is no nede For oft ye prayed, and longe assayed, Or I you loved, pardè: And though that I of auncestry A barons daughter be, Yet have you proved howe I A squyer of lowe degrè; And ever shall, whatso befall; 255 you loved 260 For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. HE. A barons chylde to be begylde! To be felàwe with an outlawe! Almighty God forbede! Yet beter were, the pore squyère Alone to forest yede, Than ye sholde say another day, That, by my cursed dede, Ye were betray'd: Wherfore, good mayd, The best rede that I can, Is, that I to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. SHE. Whatever befall, I never shall Of this thyng you upbrayd: 265 270 275 Ver. 253, yet is. Camb. copy. Perhaps for yt is.-Ver. 262, dy with him. Editor's MS.-Ver. 278, outbrayd. Prol. and Mr. W. 1i.e. for this cause; though I were to die for having loved you. |