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ANCIENT PO EM S.

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E it ryght, or wrong, these men among

On women do complayne * ;
Affyrmynge this, how that it is

A labour spent in vayne,
To love then wele ; for never a dele

They 'love a man agayne :
For late a man do what he can,

Theyr favoar to attayne,
Yet, yf a newe do them persue,

Theyr first true lover than
Laboureth for nought; for from her thought

He is a banyshed man.

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I say nat nay, but that all day

It is bothe writ and fayd
That womans faith is, as who sayth,

All utterly decayd ;
But, nevertheleffe,' ryght good wytneffe

In this case might be layd,
That they love true, and continùe :

Recorde the plot-browne fayde :
Which, when her love came,

To her to make his mone,
Wolde nat depart; for in her hart
She loved bæc hym alone.

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My friend Mr. Farmer proposes to read the firsi lines thus as a
finism :

Be it right or wrong, ’tis men among,

On women to complayne.
Ver. 2. Woman, Prvlefors, and Mr. Wifi's copy.

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Than betwaine us late us dyscus

What was all the manere Betwayne them two: we wyll also

Tell all the payne, and fere, That she was in. Nowe I begyn,

So that ye me answère ; Wherfore, all ye, that present be

I pray you, gyve an ere.
“ I am the knyght; I come by nyght,

As secret as I can;
Sayinge, Alas! thus ftandeth the case,

I am a banyshed man."

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She.

And I your wyil for to fulfyll

In this wyll nat refuse ;
Trustying to Mewe, in wordès fewe,

That men have an yll use
(To theyr own fhame) women to blame,

And causelesse them accuse: Therfore to you I answere nowe,

All women to excuse,
Myne owne hart dere,

you what chere?
I pray you, tell anone;
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but

you

alone.

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It standeth fo; a dede is do

Wherof grete harme fhall growe:
My destiny is for to dy

A shamefull deth, I trowe;
Or elles to fle: the one must be

None other way I knowe,
But to withdrawe as an outlawe,

And take me to my bowe.
Wherfore, adue, my owne hart true!

None other rede I can /
For I must to the grene

wode

go, Alone, a banyshed man.

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SHE.
O lord, what is this worldys blyfre,

That changeth as the mone !
My somers day in lusty may

Is derked before the none.
I here you say, farewell; Nay, nay,

We départ nat fo fone /
Why fay ye fo? wheder wyll ye go?
Alas! what have

ye

done?
All my welfare to forrowe and care

Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone ;
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone.

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I can beleve, it thall you greve,

And somewhat you dystrayne;
But, aftyrwarde, your paynes harde

Within a day or twayne
Shall sone allake ; and ye shall take

Comfort to you agayne.
Why sholde ye ought ? 'for, to make thought,

Your labour were in vayne.
And thus I do; and pray you to,

As hartely, as I can;
For I muft to the grene

wode

gos Alone, a banyshed man:

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Now, fyth that ye have thewed to me

The secret of your mynde,
I fhall be playne to you agayne,

Lyke as ye Mall me fynde
Syth it is so, that ye wyll go,

I wolle not leve behynde ;
Shall never be fayd, the not-browne mayd

Was to her love ankynde :
Make you redy', for so am I,

Allthough it were anone ;
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but

you

alone.

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Ver. 91. Shall it never. Prol. and Mr. W. Mr. W

Ver. 94. Althought.

ANCIENT PO EM S.

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Yet I you rede to take good hede

What men wyll thynke, and say :
Of yonge, and olde it shall be tolde,

That ye be gone away
Your wanton wyll for to fulfiil,
In
grene
wode

you to play ;
And that ye myght from your delýght

No lenger make delay
Rather than Holde thus for me

Be called an yll woman,
Yet wolde I to the

grene wode

go, Alone, a banyfed man.

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SHE.
Though it be songe of old and yonge,

That I sholde be to blame,
Theyrs be the charge, that speke so large

In hurtynge of my name :
For I wyll prove, that faythfalle love

It is devoyd of fhame ;
In your dystreffe, and hevynesle,
To

part with you, the fame ;
And sure all tho, that do not so,

True lovers are they none :
For, in my mynde, of all mankynde
I love but

you

alone. VOL. II.

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l'er. 157. To imewe all. Prol, and M: W.

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