’这些男人是对的，是错的;请证明这一点，要好好爱他们是多么费力;因为他们永远不会再爱一个人，因为一个人做了他所能做的事，但一旦我们做了，他们就会追求，他们第一次真正的爱人比徒劳的劳动;因为在她看来，他是一个被放逐的人。“我不是说不，而是整天都在说，这女人的信仰就像谁说，一切都彻底腐朽了;但无论如何，在这种情况下，确实可以证明，他们的爱是真诚的，并继续说:“记录不棕色的梅德;当她的爱情来了，她要向她证明，她要向他赚钱，沃尔德不会离开，因为在她心里，她只爱赞美诗。“那么我们之间，我们之间，我们之间的争吵，他们俩之间究竟是怎么回事?”我们也会告诉所有人她在里面。现在我先开口，好叫你们回答说，所以在座的人都要留心。我是骑士，我在夜里来尽我所能的秘密，说:“唉! thus standeth the case, I am a banyshed man.'' She. And I your wyll, for to fulfyll In this wyll nat refuse, Trustyng to shewe, in wordes fewe, That men have an yll use, (To theyr own shame) women to blame, And causelesse them accuse: Therfore to you I answere nowe, All women to excuse, - 'Myn own hart dere, with you what chere? I pray you telle anone; For in my mynde, of al mankynde, I love but you alone.' He. 'It standeth so: a dede is do, Whereof grete harme shall growe. My destiny is for to dy A shamefull deth, I trowe, Or elles to fle: the one must be: None other way I knowe, But to withdrawe, as an outlawe, And take me to my bowe. Wherefore, adue, my owne hart true, None other rede I can; For I must to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man.' She. 'O Lord, what is thys worldys blysse, That changeth as the mone! My somers day in lusty May Is derked before the none. I here you saye farewell: Nay, nay, We depart nat so sone. Why say ye so? wheder wyll ye go? Alas, what have ye done? All my welfare to sorrowe and care Sholde chaunge, yf ye were gone: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.' He. 'I can beleve it shall you greve, And somewhat you dystrayne; But aftyrwarde your paynes harde, Within a day or twayne, Shall sone aslake, and ye shall take Comfort to you agayne. Why sholde ye ought? for, to make thought Your labur were in vayne: And thus I do, and pray you to, As hartely as I can: For I must to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man.' She. 'Now syth that ye have shewed to me The secret of your mynde, I shall be playne to you agayne, Lyke as ye shall me fynde: Syth it is so that ye wyll go, I wolle not leve behynde; Shall never be sayd the Not-browne Mayd Was to her love unkynde. Make you redy, for so am I, Although it were anone; For in my mynd, of all mankynde, I love but you alone.' He. 'Yet I you rede to take good hede What men wyll thynke, and say; Of yonge and olde it shall be tolde, That ye be gone away Your wanton wyll for to fulfill, In grene wode you to play; And that ye myght from your delyght No lenger make delay. Rather than ye sholde thus for me Be called an yll woman, Yet wolde I to the grene wode go, Alone, a banyshed man.' She. 'Though it be songe of olde and yonge That I sholde be to blame, Theyrs be the charge that speke so large In hurtynge of my name. For I wyll prove that faythfulle love It is devoyd of shame, In your dystresse and hevynesse, To part with you the same; And sure all tho that do not so, True lovers are they none; For in my mynde, of al mankynde I love but you alone.' He. 'I counceyle you remember howe It is no maydens lawe, Nothynge to dout, but to renne out To wode with an outlawe. For ye must there in your hand bere A bowe, redy to drawe, And as a thefe thus must ye lyve, Ever in drede and awe; Whereby to you grete harme myght growe; Yet I had lever than That I had to the grene wode go Alone, a banyshed man.' She. 'I thinke nat nay; but as ye say, It is no maydens lore; But love may make me for your sake, To come on fote to hunt and shote, To gete us mete in store; For so that I your company May have, I aske no more; From which to part, it maketh my hart As colde as ony stone: For in my mynde, of all mankynde I love but you alone.' He. 'For an outlawe this is the lawe, That men hym take and bynde, Without pyte hanged to be, And waver with