Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

AND BALLADS. 23
I am thy bride, mine owne deare lorde,
The fame whiche thou didft knowe,
That was foe lothlye, and was wont 115
Upon the wild more to goe.
Nowe, gentle Gawaine, chufe, quoth fhee,
And make thy choice with care ;
Whether by night, or elfe by daye,
Shall I be foule or faire ? 120
" To have thee foule flill in the night,
When I with thee ihcuid playe !
I had rather farre, my lady deare,
To have thee foule by daye."
What when gaye ladyes goe with their lordes 1 25
To drinke the ale and wine ;
Alas 1 then I mull hide myfelf,
I mull not goe with mine ?
" My faire ladye, fir Gawaine fayd,
I yield me to thy fkille ;
Becaufe thou art mine owne ladye
Thou flialt have all thy wille."
Nowe bleffed be thou, fweete Gawaine,
And the daye that I thee fee ;
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For as thou feefl mee at this time, 1 35
Soe mall I ever bee.
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