hence?Whiche that ye loue / withouten neclygence
[P] Amour.
Surely madame / syth it pleaseth your hyghnesse?And your honour to speke so nobly?It is your grace / that hath the intresse?In my true herte / with loue so feruently?Ryght longe ago / your beaute sodanly?Entred my mynde / and hath not syth dekayde?With feruent loue / moost wofully arayde
[P] Pucell.
{A}nd is it I / that is cause of your loue?{y}f it so be I can not helpe your payne?It sholde be harde / to gete to your aboue?Me for to loue / I dyde not you constrayne?{y}e knowe what I am / I knowe not you certayne?I am as past your loue to specyfy?Why wyll ye loue where is no remedy
[P] Amour.
A madame you are cause of my languysshe?ye maye me helpe / yf that it to you please?To haue my purpose / my herte dooth not menysshe?Thoughe I was seke / ye knewe not my dysease?I am not hole / your mercy maye me ease?To proue what I am / the holy goost werke styll?My lyfe and deth / I yelde nowe to your wyll
[P] Pucell.
Fortune me thynke / is meruaylous fauorable?To you by getynge / of this ryall floure?Hauynge this swerde / and shelde so profytable?In mortall daungers / to be your socoure?But as touchynge your loue and fauoure?I can not graunt / neyther fyrst ne last?ye knowe what I am / ye knowe my loue is past
[P] Amour.
Madame the floure / the swerde and shelde also?Whiche fortune gate me / are not halfe so dere?As your persone the cause of my wo?Whose grace and beaute / shyneth so ryght clere?That in my herte your beaute doth appere?Nothynge is past / but that fortunes pleasure?May call it agayne / in the tyme future
[P] Pucell.
I denye not but that your dedes do shewe?By meruaylous prowes / truely your gentylnesse?To make you a carter / there were not afewe?But tho by crafte / whiche thought you to oppresse?To accombre them selfe applye the besynesse?yet thynke not you / so soone to se a cradle?I graunt you loue / whan ye were golden sadle
[P] Amour.
Madame truely / it is oft dayly sene?Many a one dooth trust / his fortune to take?From an other man / to make hym blynde I wene?Whiche blyndeth hym / and dooth his pompe aslake?Often some hye / do fall alowe and quake?Ryght so maye they / whiche dyde fyrst prepence?My wo and payne for all theyr yll scyence
[P] Pucell.
To loue me so / whiche knoweth my persone?And my frendes eke / me thynke ye are not wyse?As now of me conforte haue ye none?Wherefore this answere / maye to you suffyse?I can not do / but as my frendes deuyse?I can no thynge do / but as they accorde?They haue me promest / to a myghty lorde
[P] Amour.
Madame in this worlde ben but thynges twayne?As loue and hate / ye knowe your selfe the trouthe?yf I sholde hate you / deth I were worthy playne?Than had you cause / with me to be wrothe?To deserue dyspleasure / my herte wolde be lothe?Wherfore fayre lady / I yelde at this hower?To your mekenes / my herte my loue and power
[P] Pucell.
{I} thynke you past all chyldy ygnoraunce?{But} gladde I am / yf prudence be your guyde?{Gr}ace cometh often after gouernaunce?{B}eware of foly / beware of inwarde pryde?Clymbe not to fast / but yet fortune abyde?For your loue I thanke you / yf trouthe haue it fyxte?As with yll thought / neuer for to be myxte
[P] Amour.
Surely my mynde / nor yet my purpose?In ony cause by foly dyde vary?Neuer doynge thynke open ne close?That to your honour sholde be contrary?As yet for grace I am content to tary?For myn enmyes fraude and subtylnes?Whiche pryuely begyne theyr owne vnhapynesse
[P] Pucell.
Now of trouthe / I do vnto you tell?The thynge [that] to your enmyes is moost dyspleasure?Is for to gouerne you by wysdome ryght well?That causeth enuy in theyr hertes to endure?But be ye pacyent and ye shall be sure?Suche thynges as the ordayne vnto your gref?Wyll lyght on them to theyr owne myschefe
[P] Amour.
Surely I thynke / I suffred well the phyppe?The nette also dydde teche me on the waye?But me to bere I trowe they lost a lyppe?For the lyfte hande extendyd my Iournaye?And not to call me for my sporte and playe?Wherfore by foly yf that they do synne?The holy goost maye well the batayle wynne
[P] Pucell.
Yf fortune wolde / for the payne ye haue taken?I wolde gra[un]t you loue / but it may noth[yn]ge a{uayle}?My loue is past / it can not be forsaken?Therfore I praye you leue your trauayle?Full lothe I were / your deth to bewayle?There is no nette / nor no tempted snare?But ye them knowe / wherfore ye maye beware
[P] Amour.
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