15. Yet take good hede, for euer I drede That ye coude not sustein The thorney wayes, the depe valeis, The snowe, the frost, the reyn, The colde, the hete: for drye, or wete, We must lodge on the playn; And, us abowe, noon other roue But a brake bussh or twayne: Which sone shulde greue you, I beleue; And ye wolde gladly than That I had too the grenewode goo, Alone a banysshyd man. 16. Syth I haue here ben partynere With you of joy and blysse, I must also parte of your woo Endure, as reason is: Yet am I sure of oon plesure; And, shortly, it is this: That, where ye bee, me semeth, perde, I coude not fare amysse, Wythout more speche, I you beseche That we were soon agone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde, I loue but you alone. 17. Yef ye goo thedyr, ye must consider, Whan ye haue lust to dyne Ther shal no mete before to gete, Nor drinke, beer, ale, ne wine; Ne shetis clene, to lye betwene, Made of thred and twyne; Noon other house but leuys and bowes To keuer your hed and myn, Loo, myn herte swete, this ylle dyet Shuld make you pale and wan; Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo, Alone, a banysshid man. 18. Amonge the wylde dere, suche an archier, As men say that ye bee, Ne may not fayle of good vitayle Where is so grete plente: And watir cleere of the ryuere Shalbe ful swete to me; Wyth whiche in hele I shal right wele Endure, as ye shal see; And, or we goo, a bed or twoo I can prouide anoon; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I loue but you alone. 19. Loo, yet before ye must doo more, Yf ye wyl goo with me; As cutte your here up by your ere, Your kirtel by the knee; Wyth bowe in hande, for to withstonde Your enmys, yf nede bee: And this same nyght before daylyght, To woodwarde wyl I flee. And ye wyl all this fulfylle, Doo it shortely as ye can: Ellis wil I to the grenewode goo, Alone, a banysshyd man. 20. I shal as now do more for you That longeth to womanhed; To short my here, a bowe to bere, To shote in tyme of nede. O my swete mod[er], before all other For you haue I most drede: But now, adiew! I must ensue Wher fortune duth me leede. All this make ye: now lete us flee; The day cum fast upon; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I loue but you alone. 21. Nay, nay, not soo; ye shal not goo, And I shal telle you why,-- Your appetyte is to be lyght Of loue, I wele aspie: For, right as ye haue sayd to me, In lyke wyse hardely Ye wolde answere who so euer it were, In way of company. It is sayd of olde, sone hote, sone colde; And so is a woman. Wherfore I too the woode wly goo, Alone, a banysshid man.