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The Poems of Alexander Montgomerie

Edited by James Cranstoun

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XXXIV. [TO HIS MAISTRES.]

O cleir, most deir, give eir unto my cry.
Sueit thing, bening and ȝing, of ȝeiris grene,
But sleuth, haiv reuth: my treuth the tym sall try.
Remeid with speid, or deid I must sustene;
For thoght hes wroght and broght me to dispair;
Becaus no signe is shaune
That ȝe held me ȝour aune,
That I micht it haif knaune,
To comfort me of cair.
My hairt inwart does smart within my briest;
My mynd most kynd is pynd but recompence
Of ȝou, I trou, wha nou regardeth leist
My wo, but ho to slo me, but offence,
That am ane lam; the same ȝe may persaive,
For I am innocent
And eik obedient.
If I be permanent,
Some pruif thairof I haif.
Ȝour ee may se, in me is no deceit;
Ȝour eir perqueir may heir my constance als.
Espye if I applye ane vther geat,
Or oght hes soght quhilk moght be to ȝou fals.

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Bot ay I stay aluay vpon ȝour grace.
In esperance I byd,
And firmely do confyd
That Fortun sall provyd
For us baith tym and p[lace,]
Secreit to meit, my spreit to recreat,
And pleis myn eis, quhilks deis for laik of sight,
And kisse with blisse; for this may mitigat
My quent torment. Consent, sent it is richt,
And do thairto as sho that may alone
My persone saiv or spill.
To grant me lyf, or kill—
All lyes into ȝour will,
As ȝe list to dispone.
Restore thairfore to glore precordiall
My lif from stryf or knyf of Atropus.
With noy destroy my joy terrestriall,
To blame ȝour name with fame most odious,
If ȝe sall be to me without respect
So strange to let me sterv,
Except ȝe sie me suerv;
Then do as I deserv,
Bot causles not correct.
For that, ȝe wat, may lat a man to love,
And hald him cauld vha wald to ȝou obey.
Be war ouir far ȝe gar me not remove;
Bot give me leiv, and greiv me not, I pray:
For out of doubt about vs ar aneu
Quha deadly hatred haith
That we love other baith.
God keep vs from thair skaith!
Fair weill, my Lady treu.