ROBERT HENRYSON

• Robin, in dule I am so drest

That luve will be my bane.' 1 Ga luve, Makyne, quhair-evir thow list, For lemman I luve nane.'

4 Robin, I stand in sic a styll,

I sicht and that full sair.' ' Makyne, I haif been here this quhyle ;

At hame God gif I wair.' ' My huny, Robin, talk ane quhyll,

Gif thow will do na mair.' ' Makyn, sum uthir man begyle,

For hame wart I will fair/

Robin on his wayis went

As light as leif of tre ; Makyne murnit in hir intent,

And trowd him nevir to se. Robin brayd attour the bent :

Then Makyne cryit on hie,

• Now may thow sing, for I am schent !

Quhat alis lufe at me ? '

Makyne went hame withowttin fail,

Full wery eftir cowth weip ; Then Robin in a ful fair daill

Assemblit all his scheip. Be that sum part of Makynis aill

Out-throw his hairt cowd creip ; He fallowit hir fast thair till assaill,

And till her tuke gude keip.

drest] beset. lemman] mistress. sicht] sigh. in hir

intent] in her inward thought. brayd] strode. bent] coarse

grass. schent] destroyed. alis] ails. be that] by the lime that. till] to. tuke keip] paid attention.

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