22. Yef ye take hede, yet is noo nede Suche wordis to say by me; For ofte ye preyd, and longe assayed, Or I you louid, parde: And though that I of auncestry A barons doughter bee, Yet haue you proued how I you loued A squyer of lowe degree; And euer shal, whatso befalle-- To dey therfore anoon; For, in my mynde, of al mankynde I loue but you alone. 23. A barons childe to be begyled, It were a curssed dede; To be felow with an outlawe, Almyghty God forbede. Yet bettyr were the power squyere Alone to forest yede, Than ye shal saye another day, That, be [my] wyked dede, Ye were betrayed: wherfore, good maide, The best red that I can, Is, that I too the grenewode goo, Alone, a banysshed man. 24. Whatso euer befalle, I neuer shal Of this thing you upbrayd: But yf ye goo, and leue me soo, Than haue ye me betraied. Remembre you wele, how that ye dele For, yf ye as the[y] sayd, Be so unkynde, to leue behynde Your loue, the notbrowne maide, Trust me truly, that I [shall] dey Sone after ye be gone; For, in my mynde, of all mankynde I loue but you alone. 25. Yef that ye went, ye shulde repent; For in the forest nowe I haue purueid me of a maide, Whom I loue more than you; Another fayrer, than euer ye were, I dare it wel auowe; And of you bothe eche shulde be wrothe With other, as I trowe; It were myn ease, to lyue in pease, So wyl I, yf I can: Wherfore I to the wode wyl goo, Alone a banysshid man. 26. Though in the wood I undirstode Ye had a paramour, All this may nought reineue my thought, But that I wil be your; And she shal fynde me soft and kynde, And curteis euery our; Glad to fulfylle all that she wylle Commaunde me to my power: For had ye, loo, an hundred moo, Yet wolde I be that one, For, in my mynde, of all mankynde, I loue but you alone. 27. Myn owne dere loue, I see the proue That ye be kynde and trewe, Of mayde, and wyf, in al my lyf, The best that euer I knewe. Be mery and glad, be no more sad, The case is chaunged newe; For it were ruthe, that, for your trouth, Ye shuld haue cause to rewe. Be not dismayed; whatsoeuer I sayd To you, whan I began, I wyl not too the grene wod goo, I am noo banysshyd man. 28. This tidingis be more glad to me, Than to be made a quene, Yf I were sure they shuld endure; But it is often seen, When men wyl breke promyse, they speke The wordis on the splene; Ye shape some wyle me to begyle And stele fro me, I wene: Than were the case wurs than it was, And I more woobegone: For, in my mynde, of al mankynde I loue but you alone.