"Yef ye take hede, yt is noo nede[L253] Suche wordis to say bee me; For ofte ye preyd, and longe assayed, 255 Or I you lovid, perd['e]. And though that I of auncestry A barons doughter bee, Yet have you proved how I you loved, A squyer of lowe degree; 260 And ever shal, what so befalle, To dey therfore anoon; For in my mynde, of al mankynde I love but you alone." "A barons childe to be begyled, 265 It were a curssed dede! To be felow with an outlawe, Almyghty God forbede! Yet bettyr were the power squyer Alone to forest yede, 270 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 greene wode goo 275 Alone, a banysshed man." "Whatsoever befalle, I never shal Of this thing you upbraid; But yf ye goo, and leve me soo, Than have ye me betraied. 280 Remembre you wele, how that ye dele, For yf ye, as ye sayde, Be so unkynde to leve behynd Your love, the Notbrowne Maide, Trust me truly, that I shal dey, 285 Sone after ye be gone; For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." "Yef that ye went, ye shulde repent, For in the forest now 290 I have purveid me of a maide, Whom I love more than you: Another fayrer than ever ye were, I dare it wel avowe; And of you bothe eche shulde be wrothe 295 With other, as I trowe. It were myn ease to lyve in pease; So wyl I, yf I can; Wherfore I to the wode wyl goo Alone, a banysshid man." 300 "Though in the wood I undirstode Ye had a paramour, All this may nought remeve my thought, But that I wil be your; And she shal fynde me softe and kynde, 305 And curteis every 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.[L310] 310 For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone." "Myn oune dere love, I see the prove That ye be kynde and trewe; Of mayde and wyf, in all my lyf, 315 The best that ever I knewe. Be mery and glad, be no more sad, The case is chaunged newe; For it were ruthe that for your trouth You shuld have cause to rewe. 320 Be not dismayed: whatsoever I sayd To you whan I began, I wyl not too the grene wod goo; I am noo banysshyd man."