_She_: “I think not nay, but as ye say It is no maiden’s lore But love may make me, for your sake As I have say’d before, To come on fote, to hunt and shote To get us mete in store; For so that I, your company May have, I ask no more, From which to part, it maketh my hart As cold as any stone; For in my minde, of all mankinde I love but you alone.” _He_: “A baron’s child, to be beguiled It were a cursèd dede! To be felawe with an outlawe Almighty God forbid! Yt better were, the poor Squyère Alone to forest yede, Than ye shold say, another day That by my cursed dede Ye were betrayed; wherefore good maid The best rede that I can Is that I to the grenewode go Alone, a banished man.” _She_: “Whatever befal, I never shall Of this thing you upraid; But if ye go, and leve me so Then have ye me betrayed; Remember you wele, how that ye dele For if ye, as ye said Be so unkynde to leave behinde Your love the Nut Brown Mayd Trust me truly, that I shall die Soon after ye be gone; For in my minde, of all mankinde I love but you alone.” _He_: “My own deare love, I see thee prove That ye be kynde and true: Of mayd and wife, in all my life The best that ever I knewe Be merry and glad; be no more sad The case is chaunged newe For it were ruthe, that for your truthe Ye should have cause to rue; Be not dismayed, whatever I said To you when I began; I will not to the grenewode go I am no banished man.” _And she, with delight and fear_-- “These tidings be more glad to me Than to be made a quene; If I were sure they shold endure But it is often seene When men wyl break promise, they speak The wordes on the splene: Ye shape some wyle, me to beguile And stele from me I wene; Then were the case, worse than it was And I more woebegone, For in my minde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.”