For which sudden abate1anon astert 2 5 Of her array the form gif3 I shall write, XXIX. About her neck, white as the fyr amaille 6, XXX. And for to walk that freshè mayè's morrow, 1 An unexpected accident. 2 Started back. 3 If. 4 Rubies. 5 Burning. 6 Mr. Ellis conjectures that this is an error, for fair email, i. e. enamel. 7 Goldsmith's work. 8 Fire. 9 Heretofore. As I suppose, and girt she was a lyte 1 That for rudeness to speak thereof I dread. XXXI. In her was youth, beauty with humble port, ROBERT HENRYSON. 1425-1495. NOTHING is known of the life of Henryson, but that he was a schoolmaster at Dumferling. Lord Hailes supposes his office to have been preceptor of youth in the Benedictine convent of that place. Besides a continuation of Chaucer's Troilus and Cresseide, he wrote a number of fables, of which MS. copies are preserved in the Scotch Advocates Library. ROBENE AND MAKYNE, A BALLAD. I. ROBENE sat on gud grene hill', Mirry Makyne said him till", I haif thè luvit, lowd and still 5, This yieris two or thrè"; My dule in dern bot gif thou dill7, II. He. Robene answerit, be the rude 1, Nathing of lufe I knaw2; Bot keipis my scheip undir yone wud3, I. Robene sat on a good green hill.-2 Keeping a flock of cattle.-3 Merry Makyne said to him.-4 Robene, take pity on me.-5 I have loved thee openly and secretly.-6 These years two or three.-7 My sorrow, in secret, unless thou share.-8 Undoubtedly I shall die. II. Robene answered, by the rood. Nothing of love I know. Quhat has marrit thè in thy mude3, Or what is luve, or to be lu'ed7, III. She. At luvis leir gif thow will leir1, Be kind, courtas, and fair of feir3, Sè that no danger do thè deir3, IV. He. Robene answerit her agane1, Quhat makis thè this wanrufe1. 5 What has marred thee in thy mood.-6 Makyne, show thou to me.-7 Or what is love or to be loved.--8 Fain would I learn that law (of love). III. At the lore of love if thou wilt learn.-2 Take there an A, B, C.—3 Be kind, courteous, and fair of aspect or feature. 4Wise, hardy, and free.-5 See that no danger daunt thee.-Whatever sorrow in secret thou sufferest.-7 Exert thyself with pains to thy utmost power.-8 Be patient and privy. IV. 1 Robene answered her again.I wot not what is love.— 3 But I (have) wonder, certainly.-4 What makes thee thus melancholy. The weddir is fair, and I am fane", An we wald play us in this plane? V. She. Robene take tent unto my tale1, And thow sall haif my hairt all hailė3 Eik and my maidenheid. Sen God sendis bute for baill*, I dern with the, but gif I daill", VI. He. Makyne, to morne this ilka tyde', And ye will meit me heir2; Peradventure my scheip may gang besyde3, 5 The weather is fair, and I am glad.-6 My sheep go healthful above (or in the uplands).-7 If we should play in this plain.8 They would reprove us both. V. Robene, take heed unto my tale. And do all as I advise.3 And thou shalt have my heart entirely.-4 Since God sends good for evil.-5 And for mourning consolation.-6 I am now in secret with thee, but if I separate.-7 Doubtless I shall die (broken hearted). 1 VI. Makyne, to-morrow this very time.2 If ye will meet me here.-3 Perhaps my sheep may go aside.-4 Until we have lain near. |