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Galathea answers to Anus.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

Galathea answers to Anus.

You speir, how that my chance hes interprisd,
As gif, you knew not of my gret reuyne,
Seing this thing, is subtilly deuisd,
By your consent, and counsail of ingyne:
The tre is kend and knawin, gif it be fine,
Be the awin fruit, quhilk of it selfe outspreids,
I ken you likwais, quhilk hes done me pine,
Be all your actions and your outward deids.
Into your hous, ye ordaind me frahand,
Apils and nuts, with vther cheir beside,


Into your house, ye ordanid me frahand,
Apillis and nutis, with vther cheir besyd,
Into the mene tyme, Pamphilvs, did stand,
Befoir the zet quhair as he did abyd:
Ye fenzit that your nichbour on you cryd,
That tyme micht serue the purpos for to speid,
And that I micht be spoilzit, and depryd,
Of my virginnitie, and maidinheid.
Quhat maid you, for to tary furth with folk,
And fra your hous, for to remane so lait,
Behauld how weil, your craft can hyd and clok,
The doubill deling, and the awin desait:
Disait and craft, into their awin estait,
Hes run thair race, quhilk I may rew richt sair
I Galathae, am trapit and defait,
Into the net, and crafty subtill snair.