 | To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox |  |
Galathea speakis to Anus.
I feir to you, for to confes my cace,
Or yit, my secreit counsaill to declair,
For falset so abidis in euery place,
That folkis are oft tane captifis in the snair:
Yit sall I say, postponing all dispair,
Thy faith and toung, quhairwith thou dost procure,
To quhat intent, thy crafty art and cair,
Mot me seduce, with fair wourdis till allure.
Or yit, my secreit counsaill to declair,
For falset so abidis in euery place,
That folkis are oft tane captifis in the snair:
Yit sall I say, postponing all dispair,
Thy faith and toung, quhairwith thou dost procure,
To quhat intent, thy crafty art and cair,
Mot me seduce, with fair wourdis till allure.
Oft times I say, se thou him vrge and pres,
With sic assalts, as he may not repell,
Perchance himselfe, to the sal say no les,
Nor I haif said, in presence of thy sell:
Pas hence thy way, and in this mater mell,
Discreit and warly, I will the beseik,
That on the morne, thou may declair and tell,
Sic wourds, as it sall schance him for to speik.
With sic assalts, as he may not repell,
Perchance himselfe, to the sal say no les,
Nor I haif said, in presence of thy sell:
Pas hence thy way, and in this mater mell,
Discreit and warly, I will the beseik,
That on the morne, thou may declair and tell,
Sic wourds, as it sall schance him for to speik.
| To the Richt High Lodvvik Duke of Lenox | |