She asks after her "Syr, howe faryth my swete spouse
husband That hewyth vppon you{rh} tre?" 138
but the Lord "Sertes, dame," he seyd, "wele,
And I am come, so haue I hele,
To wete the wylle of the; 141
declares his own My loue ys so vppon the cast
love for her, That me thynketh my hert wolle brest,
It wolle none otherwyse be; 144
and prays her to Good dame, graunt me thy grace
grant him his To pley with the in some preuy place
will. For gold and eke for fee." 147
She entreats him "Good syr, lett be youre fare,
to let that be, And of such wordes speke no mare
For hys loue ?at dyed on tre; 150
Hadde we onys begonne ?at gle,
My husbond by his garlond myght see;
For sorowe he would wexe woode." 153
but he presses "Certes, dame," he seyd, "naye;
her, Loue me, I pray you, in ?at ye maye:
For godys loue change thy mode, 156
and offers her 40 Forty marke scha{l~l} be youre mede
marks. Of sylu_er_ and of gold[_e_] rede,
And that scha{l~l} do the good." 159
On this she "Syr, that deede scha{l~l} be done;
consents if he'll Take me that mony here anon_e_.
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