"Yf ye goo thedyr, ye must consider, Whan ye have lust to dyne, Ther shel no mete be fore to gete, 195 Nor drinke, bere, ale, ne wine; Ne shetis clene to lye betwene, Made of thred and twyne: Noon other house but levys and bowes To kever your hed[200] and myn.[L200] 200 Loo, myn herte swete, this ylle dyet Shuld make you pale and wan: Wherfore I to the wood wyl goo Alone, a banysshid man." "Amonge the wylde dere suche an archier 205 As men say that ye bee Ne may not fayle of good vitayle, Where is so grete plente; And watir cleere of the ryvere Shal be ful swete to me, 210 Wyth whiche in hele I shal right wele Endure, as ye shall see: And er we go, a bed or too I can provide anoon; For in my mynde, of all mankynde 215 I love but you alone." "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; 220 Wyth bowe in hande, for to withstonde Your enmys, yf nede bee; And this same nyght, before daylight, To woodward wyl I flee; And [if] ye wyl all this fulfylle, 225 Doo it shortely as ye can: Ellis wil I to the grene wode goo Alone, a banysshyd man." "I shal as now do more for you Than longeth to womanhede,[L230] 230 To short my here, a bowe to bere, To shote in tyme of nede: O my swete moder, before all other, For you have I most drede! But now, adiew! I must ensue 235 Wher fortune duth me leede. All this make ye; now lete us flee; The day cums fast upon;[L238] For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." 240 "Nay, nay, not soo; ye shal not goo; And I shal telle you why; Your appetyte is to be lyght Of love, I wele aspie: For right as ye have sayd to me, 245 In lyke wyse, hardely, Ye wolde answere, who so ever it were, In way of company. It is sayd of olde, sone hote, sone colde, And so is a woman; 250 Wherfore I too the woode wyl goo Alone, a banysshid man."