"I thinke not nay; but, as ye saye, It is noo maydens lore; But love may make me for your sake, 135 As ye have said before, To com on fote, to hunte and shote To gete us mete and store; For soo that I your company May have, I aske noo more; 140 From whiche to parte, it makith myn herte As colde as ony ston: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." "For an outlawe this is the lawe, 145 That men hym take and binde, Without pytee hanged to bee, And waver with the wynde. Yf I had neede, as God forbede, What rescous coude ye finde? 150 For sothe, I trowe, you and your bowe Shuld drawe for fere behynde:[L152] And noo merveyle; for lytel avayle Were in your councel than; Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo 155 Alone, a banysshed man." "Ful wel knowe ye that wymen bee Ful febyl for to fyght; Noo womanhed is it indeede, To bee bolde as a knight. 160 Yet in suche fere yf that ye were, Amonge enemys day and nyght, I wolde wythstonde, with bowe in hande, To greeve them as I myght, And you to save, as wymen have, 165 From deth many one: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." "Yet take good hede; for ever I drede That ye coude not sustein 170 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 aboove noon other rove 175 But a brake bussh or twayne; Whiche sone shulde greve you, I beleve, And ye wolde gladly than That I had too the grenewode goo Alone, a banysshyd man." 180 "Syth I have here been partynere With you of joy and blysse, I must also parte of your woo Endure, as reason is; Yet am I sure of oo plesure, 185 And shortly, it is this; That where ye bee, mesemeth, perd['e], I coude not fare amysse. Wythout more speche, I you beseche That we were soon agone; 190 For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone."