To a maide she seide thoo:
'Take him vp in thyn armes twoo,
And ley him vp fro the grounde,
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Till him bee past that bitter stounde.'
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'By god of heuen,' that maide seide,
'Though y were of the worlde the fairest maide,
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And the Richest Kyngis Doughter were
That in this worlde crowne dooth bere,
And he of my loue desirous were,
As he is of thine in stronge manere,
Ne wolde y him my loue werne,
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And he me wolde therof lerne.
Felice the faire answerd therto:
'Avoide, damesell, why seist thou so?
So thou shuld not rede me;
Thou art to blame forsothe y telle the.
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Thou hast ofte herde this speche,
That we ne shuld noman beseche,
But they shuld beseche women
On the fairest manere that they kan,
And assaye yf they spede may [Caius MS. 107 page 20]
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Either by nyghte or by day.'
Guy of swounyng awaked thoo;
The maide helde him in hir armes twoo.
'GUYE,' QUOTH Felice, 'thou doost folie:
Woll thou for my loue dye?
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After my fader y woll sende,
And telle him euery worde to the ende,
That thou him doost grete disworship
Whan thou desirest my shenship;
In this Courte he shall dampne the
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Highe to hange, to please me.
Guye answerd anone right thoo:
'Now god wolde it might bee so,
