ANONYMOUS
He. I counsel you, Remember how
It is no maiden's law Nothing to doubt, but to run out
To wood with an outlaw. For ye must there in your hand bear
A bow ready to draw; And as a thief thus must you live
Ever in dread and awe; Whereby to you great harm might grow:
Yet had I liever than That I had to the green-wood go,
Alone, a banished man.
She. I think not nay, but as ye say;
It is no maiden's lore; But love may make me for your sake,
As I have said before, To come on foot, to hunt and shoot.
To get us meat and store; For so that I your company
May have, I ask no more. From which to part it maketh my heart
As cold as any stone; For, in my mind, of all mankind
I love but you alone.
He. For an outlaw this is the law,
That men him take and bind: Without pitie, hanged to be, And waver with the wind. If I had need (as God forbcde!) What socours could ye find?
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