45
Thomas rathely vpe he rase,
50 And he rane ouer that mountayne hye;
Gyff it be als the storye sayes,
He hir mette at Eldone tree.
He knelyde down appon his knee,
Vndir nethe that grenwode spraye:—
55 And sayd, "lufly ladye! rewe one mee;
Qwene of heuen, als thu wele maye!"
Then spake that lady milde of thoghte:—
"Thomas, late swylke wordes bee;
Qwene of heuenne, am I noghte,
60 For I tuke neuer so heghe degre.
"Bot I ame of ane other contree,
If I be payrelde moste of prysse;
I ryde aftyre this wylde fee;
My raches rynnys at my devyse."
65 "If thu be parelde moste of prysse,
And here rydis thus in thy folye,
Of lufe, lady, als thu art wysse,
Thou gyffe me leue to lye the bye."
"Now lufly ladye rewe on mee,
And I will euer more with the duelle;
75 Here my trouthe I 'plyghte to thee,'
Wethir thu will in heuen or helle."
"Mane of molde, thu will me marre,
But yitt thu sall hafe all thy will;
And trowe it wele, thu chewys the werre,
80 Ffor alle my beaute will thu spylle."