"I can beleve it shal you greve, And somewhat you distrayne; But aftyrwarde your paynes harde, 75 Within a day or tweyne, Shal sone aslake, and ye shal take Confort to you agayne. Why shuld ye nought? for, to make thought Your labur were in vayne: 80 And thus I do, and pray you, too, As hertely as I can: For I muste too the grene wode goo, Alone, a banysshed man." "Now syth that ye have shewed to me 85 The secret of your mynde, I shal be playne to you agayne, Lyke as ye shal me fynde: Syth it is so that ye wyll goo, I wol not leve behynde; 90 Shal never be sayd the Nutbrowne Mayd Was to her love unkind. Make you redy, for soo am I, All though it were anoon; For in my mynde, of all mankynde 95 I love but you alone." "Yet I you rede to take good hede What men wyl thinke and sey;[L98] Of yonge and olde it shal be told, That ye be gone away 100 Your wanton wylle for to fulfylle, In grene wood you to play; And that ye myght from your delyte Noo lenger make delay. Rather than ye shuld thus for me 105 Be called an ylle woman, Yet wolde I to the grene wodde goo Alone, a banysshed man." "Though it be songe of olde and yonge That I shuld be to blame, 110 Theirs be the charge that speke so large In hurting of my name. For I wyl prove that feythful love It is devoyd of shame, In your distresse and hevynesse, 115 To parte wyth you the same; And sure all thoo that doo not so, Trewe lovers ar they noon; But in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." 120 "I counsel yow remembre how It is noo maydens lawe, Nothing to dought, but to renne out To wod with an outlawe. For ye must there in your hande bere 125 A bowe to bere and drawe, And as a theef thus must ye lyeve, Ever in drede and awe; By whiche to yow gret harme myght grow;-- Yet had I lever than 130 That I had too the grenewod goo Alone, a banysshyd man."