Where many a swan doth swymme with wyngis fair; Where many a barge doth saile and row with are; Where many a ship doth rest with top-royall. O, towne of townes! patrone and not compare, London, thou art the flour of Cities all. Upon thy lusty Brigge of pylers white Been merchauntis full royall to behold; Whose artillary with tonge may not be told: Strong be thy wallis that about thee standis; Blith by thy chirches, wele sownyng be thy bellis; Rich be thy merchauntis in substaunce that excellis ; Fair be their wives, right lovesom, white and small; Thy famous Maire, by pryncely governaunce, small] slender. are] oar. dresses. guye] guide. kellis] hoods, head He. THE NUT-BROWN MAID 15th century BE it right or wrong, these men among To love them wele; for never a dele Laboureth for nought, and from her thought He is a bannisshed man. She. I say not nay, but that all day It is bothe writ and sayde That woman's fayth is, as who saythe, But nevertheles, right good witnes In this case might be layde, That they love trewe, and contynew, Recorde THE NUT-BROWNE MAIDE; Wolde not departe, for in her herte He. Than betwene us lete us discusse Betwene them too: we wyl also That she was in; now I begynne, Soo that ye me answere: never a dele] never a bit. in company together. than] then. in-fere] Wherfore all ye that present be, I am the knyght, I cum be nyght, Saying, Alas! thus stondyth the case, She. And I your wylle for to fulfylle Trusting to shewe, in wordis fewe, To ther owne shame, wymen to blame, Therefore to you I answere now, Myn owne hert dere, with you I prey you telle anoon : what chiere For in my mynde, of all mankynde He. It stondith so: a dede is do Wherof moche harme shal growe. My desteny is for to dey A shamful dethe, I trowe, Wherfore, adew, my owne hert trewe, For I muste to the grene-wode goo, She. O Lorde, what is this worldis blisse, red I can] counsel I know. My somers day in lusty May Why say ye so? Wheder wyl ye goo? Alle my welfare to sorow and care He. I can beleve it shal you greve, Shal sone aslake, and ye Confort to you agayne. shal take Why shuld ye nought? for, to make thought, And thus I do, and pray you, too, As hertely as I can : For I muste too the grene-wode goo, She. Now syth that ye have shewed to me I shal be playne to you agayne, I wol not leve behynde; Shal never be sayd the Nutbrowne Mayd Make you redy, for soo am I, For in my mynde, of all mankynde He. Yet I you rede to take good hede Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle, Rather than ye shuld thus for me Yet wolde I to the grene-woode goo She. Though it be songe of olde and yonge Theirs be the charge that speke so large In your distresse and hevynesse To parte wyth you the same; He. I councel yow remembre how Nothing to dought, but to renne out parte wyth] share with. thoo] those. |