The book of British ballads . se, ryght good wytnesse In this case might be layd,That they love trewe, and contynew : Recorde the Nut-brown Mayd :Which, from her love, (when, her to prove, He cam to make his mone),Wolde not depart; for in her herteShe loved but hym alone. Than, betweine us, lete us discusse What was all the manereBetwene them two : we wyll also Tell all the payne, and fere,That she was in. Now I begyn, So that ye me answere ;Wherfore, ye, that present beI pray you, gyve an eareI am the knyght; I come by nyght, As secret as I can ;Sayinge, Alas ! thus standeth the case,I am a b
The book of British ballads . se, ryght good wytnesse In this case might be layd,That they love trewe, and contynew : Recorde the Nut-brown Mayd :Which, from her love, (when, her to prove, He cam to make his mone),Wolde not depart; for in her herteShe loved but hym alone. Than, betweine us, lete us discusse What was all the manereBetwene them two : we wyll also Tell all the payne, and fere,That she was in. Now I begyn, So that ye me answere ;Wherfore, ye, that present beI pray you, gyve an eareI am the knyght; I come by nyght, As secret as I can ;Sayinge, Alas ! thus standeth the case,I am a banyshed man. And I your wyll for to fulfyll In this wyll not refuse ;Trustyinge to shewe, in wordes few, That men have an ille use(To theyr own shame) women to blame, And causelesse them accuse ;Therfore to you I answere nowe. All women to excuse,—My owne hart dere, with you what chere ? I pray you, tell anone ;For, in my mynde, of all mankyndeI love but you alone. Creswick del. S. Williams sc. » J2ut=; 33rofcoix iMaglr. %. It stondeth so ; a dede is do Whereof moche harme shall growe :My destiny is for to dy A shamefull deth, I trowe;Or elles to flee : the one must bee. None other way I knowe,But to withdrawe as an outlawe, And take me to my , adue, my owne hart true ! None other rede I can;For I must to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man. O Lord, what is thys worldys blysse, That changeth as the mone !My somers day in lusty may Is derked before the here you say, farewell: nay, nay, We depart not so say ye so ? wheder will ye go ? Alas ! what have ye done ?All my welfare to sorrowe and care Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone ;For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone. I can beleve, it shall you greve, And somewhat you dystrayne ;But, aftyrwarde, your paynes harde Within a day or twayneShall sone aslake ; and ye jshall take Comfort to you sholde ye nought? for, to make thought, Your labour were in thus I do ;
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