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As I suppose, and girt she was a lyte !
XXXI. In her was youth, beauty with humble port, · Bounty, richess, and womanly feature: (God better wote than my pen can report) Wisdom largèss, estate and cunning sure, In word in deed, in shape and countenance, That nature might no more her childe avance.
Nothing is known of the life of Henryson, but that he was a schoolmaster at Dumferling. Lord Hailes supposes
his office to have been preceptor of youth in the Benedictine convent of that place. Besides a continuation of Chaucer's Troilus and Cresseide, he wrote a number of fables, of which MS.copies are preserved in the Scotch Advocates Library.
1 A little.
ROBENE AND MAKYNE,
Nathing of lufe I knaw%;
I. Robene sat on a good green hill._ Keeping a flock of cattle. Merry Makyne said to him. Rotene, take pity on me.-5 I have loved thee openly and secretly.—6 These years
two or three.--7 My sorrow, in secret, unless thou share. Undoubtedly I shall die.
II. · Robene answered, by the rood. Nothing of love I know. But keep my sheep under yon wood. Lo where they range in a row.
Quhat has marrit thè in thy mude',
Take thair an A, B, C,
He. Robene answerit her agane',
I wait not quhat is luve,
5 What has marred thee in thy mood.- Makyne, show thou to me. Or what is love or to be loved.--8 Fain would I learn that law (of love).
III. 1 At the lore of love if thou wilt learn.—2 Take there an A, B, C. Be kind, courteous, and fair of aspect or feature. 4Wise, hardy, and free.--5 See that no danger daunt thee.Whatever sorrow in secret thou sufferest.—7 Exert thyself with pains to thy utmost power.—8 Be patient and privy.
IV. 1 Robene answered her again. I wot not what is love.-3 But I (have) wonder, certainly.- What makes thee thus melancholy.
The weddir is fair, and I am fane",
And wirk all as I reid,
will meit me heir?;
5 The weather is fair, and I am glad. My sheep go healthful above (or in the uplands).—7 If we should play in this plain.8 They would reprove us both.
V. 1 Robene, take heed unto my tale. And do all as I ads vise. And thou shalt have my heart entirely.-- Since God sends good for evil.—5 And for mourning consolation. I am now in secret with thee, but if I separate.- Doubtless I shall die (broken hearted).
VI. 1 Makyne, to-morrow this very time. If ye will meet me here. Perhaps my sheep may go aside - Until we have lain
Bot maugre haif I, an I byde,
I luve but thè allone”,
The day is neirhand gone 4.
For leman I lue none 8.
I sicht, and that full sair
At hame God gif I wair4.
VII. · Robene, thou robbest my quiet and rest.? I love but thee alone. 3 Makyne, adieu, the sun goes west.—4 The day is nearly gone.-5 Robene, in sorrow I am so beset.—6 That love will be my bane.—7 Go love, Makyne, where thou wilt.—8 For sweetheart I love none.
VIII. · Robene, I am in such a state.—? I sigh, and that full sore.—3 Makyne, I have been here some time.--4 At home God grant I were.
* Pinkerton absurdly makes this word roiss; it is roif in the Bannatyne MS.