(38)
O Aduersari, [t]how cruel dryë tree,
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To the speke I! nowe hast þou thi entent;
My sweet[ë] fruyt þou hast be-reved me
A-geyn my will, nothing of myne assent.
I se how al to-Raced and to-rent
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On the he hongith: is this weel I-doo?
I bare him monethis nyne, but no thing so.
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(39)
O cruel tree, sith thu hast thi desire,
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Whi wilt þou not, to my fruyt [Scan "to my fruyt" as one measure.] be fauorábill,
To saue it hool? but feruentere than the fiere
he fyndeth, & nothing [in thee] agrëáble.
It is to me but alle discountfortáble
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To se myn herte attached the vpon,
ffor he & I, oure hert[ë] is but one.
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(40)
Now with my fruyt art þou here openly,
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That alle the world it may be-holde & see
Restored, which (I sey the sekerly)
Is more of vertue and of dignyte
Than was the fruyt þat spoyled was from the.
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Thu hast thi will; thin honoure schal suffise
To the: yelde me my fruyt in goodly wise! [folio 67b]
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(8) The recordyng of aungeles song of the Natiuite of oure lady. [folio 95b]
[7 stanzas of 7 lines each, ababb, cc.]
(1)
HOnured be thu, blisseful lord benigne,
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That now vntó man wil be merciáble
As he may se apertly be a signe,
A braunche, þat sprongen is ful profitable,
fful fresch & faire, & heily commendable
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Of Iesse-is Rote, þat called is marie,
That schal the blisseful appil fructifie.
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