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“ Sen that I go beguild,
“ This great disease for love I dre,
6. There is no tongue can tell the woe.
“I may not mend, but mourning mo
6 Withouten feign, I was his friend,
“ In word and work, great God it wait ! 9 " Where he was placed, there list I leynd, 1°
“ Doing him service air "l and late.
1 Deceived. Causes. 3 Oft-sithes, i, e. oft-times.
4 Holts are woody hills. Holtis hoar are used in Sir Launfal, Mort Arthur, &c. 6 Endure.
6 I cannot be relieved except by a continuance of mourning. 7 Death. Feud, enmity. 9 Wots, knows.
10 To dwell. Rudd, Gloss, Early. VOL. II.
“ He keepand after syne
“ It does me pyne that I may prove,
66 That makis me thus mourning mo..
Then weeped she, lusty in weed,
And on her wayis gan she went,7
And in my armis could her hent, 9
Keeping, watching, guarding against. • Sin, impeachment.
3 Gait, or gate, and way, were formerly synonymous; and the Scotch still use gang your gait, for go your way. 4 State, situation.
5 Pain. 6 Companion, mistress.
; Wend, go. & Beautiful woman.
9 Sieze; hende. Sax.
And said, “ Fair lady, at this tide,
bow so bent “ To slay our deer of pride?
66 Or why ye
« In waithman' weed sen I
“ In this wood walking, your alone, .66 Your milk-white handis we shall bind
" While that the blood burst from the bone. “ Charging you to prison, “ To the king's deep dungeon, “ They may ken by your feather'd flanea “ Ye have been many beastis' bane,
Upon these bentis brown.”
That free answer'd with fair afeir 3
And said, “ Sir, mercy! for your might!
· Hunter, and frequently an outlaw.
[G. Douglas, p. 159, 27.]
[Wintown's Chron. Vol. I. p. 397.] • Arrows. Ruddim. Gloss.
Propriety? aferir, Fr. is synonymous with convenir.
“ So will I be full lang:
“ Though I walk in this forest free,
“ With bow, and eke with feather'd flane, “ It is well more than dayis three
“ And meat or drink yet saw I nane..
“ Sen that I never did you ill,
did me skaith.2
“ I win my meat with no such waith,3
· In the eighth stanza, the author uses your alone instead of you alone. • Mischief.
• Hunting; wæthan. Sax, 4 Seize. Sax.
“ If that ye trow not in my
aith “ Take here my bow and arrows baith, “ And let my own self gang.".
“I say your bow and arrows bright!
“I bid not have them, by Saint Bride, “ But ye mon rest with me all night,
“ All naked, sleeping by my side.” “ I will not do that sin, · Leif you,' this world to win!”— “ Ye are so hale of hue and hide, “ Love has me fanged in this tide, I may not from you
Then looked she to me, and lough; 4
And said, “ Such love I rede you layn ;5 16 Albe
make it neer 'so tough, “ To me your labour is in vain. “ Were I out of your sight, “ The space of half a night,
Suppose ye saw me ne'er again“ Love has you strain'd with little pain, “ Thereto my truth I plight.”
· Love you! a mode of address. · Skin.
Separate. 4 Laughed.
I advise you to dismiss.