Margret. Lord Lacie, thinking of thy[1553] former[1554] misse,
How fond the prime of wanton yeares were spent
In love (Oh, fie upon that fond conceite, 60
Whose hap and essence hangeth in the eye!),
I leave both love and loves content at once,
Betaking me to him that is true love,
And leaving all the world for love of him.
Lacy. Whence, Peggie, comes this metamorphosis? 65
What, shorne a nun, and I have from the court
Posted with coursers to convaie thee hence