HE.

If ye go thyder, ye mult confyder,
Whan ye have luft to dyne,

There shall no mete be for you gete,

195

Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wyne.

Ne fhetés clene, to lye betwene,
Maden of threde and twyne ;

None other house, but leves and bowes,

To cover your hed and myne.

O myne harte swete, this evyll dyéte
Sholde make you pale and wan;
Wherfore I wyll to the grene wode go,

Alone, a banyfhed man.

200

Shall be full fwete to me;

With which in hele I shall ryght wele

Endure, as ye shall fee:

And, or we go, a bedde or two

210

I can provyde anone;

For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

215

I love but you alone.

HE.

Ver. 196. Neyther bere. Prol. Ver. 207. May ye nat fayle. Prol.

Your enemyes, yf nede be:

And this fame nyght before day-lyght,

To wode-warde wyll I fle.

It is fayd of olde, Sone hote, fone colde;

Ver. 251. For I must to the grene wode go. Prol. Ver. 253. yet is. Camb. Copy. Perhaps for yt is. Ver. 262. dy with him. Editor's MS. 1. c. for this caufe; tho' I were to die for kaving loved you.

But yf ye go, and leve me so,
Than have ye me betrayd.

Remember you wele, howe that ye dele;

For, yf ye, as ye fayd,

280

Be fo unkynde, to leve behynde,.

Your love, the not-browne mayd,

Truft me truly, that I fhall dy

285

Sone after ye be gone;

For, in my mynde, of all mankynde

I love but you alone.

Ver. 278. outbrayd. Prol.

Ver. 282. ye be as. Prol.

Ver. 283. Ye were unkynde to leve me behynde. Prol.

And the fhall fynde me foft, and kynde,

305

Ver. 310. So the Editor's MS. All the printed copies read,

Yet wolde I be that one.

HE.