Mis. Gou. Nay, she might stay; I will not long be heere
To trouble her. Well, maister Barnes,
I am sorry that it was our happes to day,
To have our pleasures parted with this fray: 225
I am sorrie too for all that is amisse,
Especially that you are moov'de in this.
But be not so, tis but a womans jarre,
Their tongues are weapons, words there blowes of warre.
'Twas but a while we buffeted you saw, 230
And each of us was willing to withdraw;