Nadine’s Weblog

He:
‘My death I love, my live I hate, all for a lady fair;
That she is bright as morning light, too well i am aware:
Like summer leaf whose greeness goes, I whither in despair.
To whom then, thougt availing not, shall I make known my care?

‘Sighing, grief and deadly sorrow hold my heart so fast,
I fear I shall become distracted if it longer last.
With just a word from you my love, my care and grief were past.
What gain to you to blight my life and make it stand aghast?’

She:
‘Scholar be quit! You are a fool. No more I wish to chide you.
You’ll never see the day alive when I shall lie beside you.
If you are taken in my bower schandal shall deride you.
Better to plod on foot than a evil horse to ride you.’

He:
‘Alas why say you so? I am your man, soo pity me,
For you are always in my thoughts, wherever I may be.
The scandal would be your if love for you where death of me;
so let me live and be your love, and you my lover be.’

She:
‘Be quite ffol, I named you rightly; can’t you stop that din?
By day and night in wait for you lie father and all his kin.
If in my bower you’re caught they will not stop, from fear of sin,
Imprissoning me and killing you, and the your death you’ll win.’

He:
‘Sweetest lady, change you mind; you fill me with distresses,
And now I an as full of whoes as once I was of blisses:
Yet at you window fifty time we clung excanging kisses,
Whose pledge has power to make a lover hide his spirit’s stresses.’

She:
‘Alas why say you so? You must thrus my pain of love renew.
A scholar was my lover once; his love for me was true;
The day he day no sight of me; he never gladness knew.
I loved him better then my life; what good does lying do.’

He:
‘While I was a scholar at school, I learned all konds of lore;
And now with pangs of love for you I suffer anguish sore,
An outlaw in the forest far from home and human door.
Sweet lady, show me pity now for I can say no more.’

She:
‘You seen indeed to be a scholar, you speak so soft and still;
for love of me you never shall endure such pain and ill.
Father, morther and all my kin shall never thwart my will;
so you be mine, and I’ll be your, and all my joy fulfil.’</p?