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8 THE MEETING IN THE WOOD
In a fryht as y con fare fremede
y founde a wel feyr fenge to fere;
heo glystnede ase gold when hit glemede;
nes ner gome so gladly on gere.
Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede,
þis burde bryht, ȝef hire wil were.
Heo me bed go my gates lest hire gremede;
ne kepte heo non henyng here.
y founde a wel feyr fenge to fere;
heo glystnede ase gold when hit glemede;
nes ner gome so gladly on gere.
Y wolde wyte in world who hire kenede,
þis burde bryht, ȝef hire wil were.
Heo me bed go my gates lest hire gremede;
ne kepte heo non henyng here.
‘Yhere þou me nou, hendest in helde,
nauy þe none harmes to heþe.
Casten y wol þe from cares ant kelde,
comeliche y wol þe nou cleþe.’
nauy þe none harmes to heþe.
Casten y wol þe from cares ant kelde,
comeliche y wol þe nou cleþe.’
‘Cloþes y haue on forte caste,
such as y may weore wiþ wynne;
betere is were þunne boute laste
þen syde robes ant synke into synne.
Haue ȝe or wyl, ȝe waxeþ vnwraste;
afterward or þonk be þynne;
betre is make forewardes faste
þen afterward to mene ant mynne.’
such as y may weore wiþ wynne;
betere is were þunne boute laste
þen syde robes ant synke into synne.
Haue ȝe or wyl, ȝe waxeþ vnwraste;
afterward or þonk be þynne;
betre is make forewardes faste
þen afterward to mene ant mynne.’
‘Of munnyng ne munte þou namore;
of menske þou were wurþe, by my myht;
y take an hond to holde þat y hore
of al þat y þe haue byhyht.
Why ys þe loþ to leuen on my lore
lengore þen my loue were on þe lyht?
Anoþer myhte ȝerne þe so ȝore
þat nolde þe noht rede so ryht.’
of menske þou were wurþe, by my myht;
y take an hond to holde þat y hore
of al þat y þe haue byhyht.
Why ys þe loþ to leuen on my lore
lengore þen my loue were on þe lyht?
Anoþer myhte ȝerne þe so ȝore
þat nolde þe noht rede so ryht.’
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‘Such reed me myhte spaclyche reowe
when al my ro were me atraht;
sone þou woldest vachen an newe,
ant take anoþer wiþinne nyȝe naht.
Þenne mihti hongren on heowe,
in vch an hyrd ben hated ant forhaht,
ant ben ycayred from alle þat y kneowe,
ant bede cleuyen þer y hade claht.
when al my ro were me atraht;
sone þou woldest vachen an newe,
ant take anoþer wiþinne nyȝe naht.
Þenne mihti hongren on heowe,
in vch an hyrd ben hated ant forhaht,
ant ben ycayred from alle þat y kneowe,
ant bede cleuyen þer y hade claht.
Betere is taken a comeliche y cloþe
in armes to cusse ant to cluppe
þen a wrecche ywedded so wroþe
þah he me slowe ne myhti him asluppe.
Þe beste red þat y con to vs boþe
þat þou me take ant y þe toward huppe;
þah y swore by treuþe ant oþe,
þat God haþ shaped mey non atluppe.
in armes to cusse ant to cluppe
þen a wrecche ywedded so wroþe
þah he me slowe ne myhti him asluppe.
Þe beste red þat y con to vs boþe
þat þou me take ant y þe toward huppe;
þah y swore by treuþe ant oþe,
þat God haþ shaped mey non atluppe.
Mid shupping ne mey hit me ashunche;
nes y neuer wycche ne wyle;
ych am a maide, þat me ofþuncheþ;
luef me were gome boute gyle.’
nes y neuer wycche ne wyle;
ych am a maide, þat me ofþuncheþ;
luef me were gome boute gyle.’
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