]
[Footnote 50: foes.]
[Footnote 51: if.]
[Footnote 52: make ready.]
[Footnote 53: dark.]
[Footnote 54: engage.]
[Footnote 55: cease, stand still.]
[Footnote 56: a young lion.]
[Footnote 57: flaming.]
[Footnote 58: a meteor, from _gron_, a fen, and _fer_, a corruption of
fire; that is, a fire exhaled from a fen.]
[Footnote 59: deckt.]
[Footnote 60: small, insignificant.]
[Footnote 61: carr.]
[Footnote 62: enameled.]
[Footnote 63: white, silver.]
[Footnote 64: stars.]
[Footnote 65: distracting.]
[Footnote 66: affright.]
[Footnote 67: armed.]
[Footnote 68: terribly.]
[Footnote 69: encouraging, heating.]
[Footnote 70: break, a herald term, signifying a spear broken in
tilting.]
[Footnote 71: sounds.]
[Footnote 72: blacken.]
[Footnote 73: waves.]
[Footnote 74: many, great numbers.]
[Footnote 75: slain.]
[Footnote 76: decreasing.]
[Footnote 77: glorious, worthy.]
[Footnote 78: wonders.]
[Footnote 79: astonished.]
[Footnote 80: certainly.]
[Footnote 81: brow.]
[Footnote 82: plucked, pulled.]
[Footnote 83: often.]
[Footnote 84: grief, trouble.]
[Footnote 85: swollen.]
ECLOGUE THE THIRD.
Wouldst thou kenn nature in her better parte?
Goe, serche the logges [1] and bordels[2] of the hynde[3];
Gyff[4] theie have anie, itte ys roughe-made arte,
Inne hem[5] you see the blakied[6] forme of kynde[7].
Haveth your mynde a lycheynge[8] of a mynde? 5
Woulde it kenne everich thynge, as it mote[9] bee?
Woulde ytte here phrase of the vulgar from the hynde,
Withoute wiseegger[10] wordes and knowlache[11] free?
Gyf soe, rede thys, whyche Iche dysporteynge[12] pende;
Gif nete besyde, yttes rhyme maie ytte commende. 10
MANNE.
Botte whether, fayre mayde, do ye goe?
O where do ye bende yer waie?
I wille knowe whether you goe,
I wylle not bee asseled[13] naie.
WOMANNE.
To Robyn and Nell, all downe in the delle, 15
To hele[14] hem at makeynge of haie.
MANNE.
Syr Rogerre, the parsone, hav hyred mee there,
Comme, comme, lett us tryppe ytte awaie,
We'lle wurke[15] and we'lle synge, and wylle drenche[16] of stronge beer
As longe as the merrie sommers daie. 20
WOMANNE.
How harde ys mie dome to wurch!
Moke is mie woe.
Dame Agnes,
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