Ane verie excellent and delectabill Treatife intitulit

PHILOTVS.

Philotus directis his fpeich to Emilie.

Luffie luiffome lamp of licht,
Zour bonynes zour bewtie bricht
Zour faitly stature trym & ticht

With gefture graue and gude:
Zour countenance,zour cullour
Zour lauching lips,zour fmyling cheir, (cleir
Zour properties dois all appear,
My fenfes to illude.

2 Duhen I zour bewtie do behald,
I man vnto zour fairnes fald:
I dow not flie howbeit I wald,

Bot bound I man be zouris:
Foz zow sweit hart I wald fozlaik,
The Empzyce for to be my maik,
Thairfoir deir dow sum pitie tak,

And faif mee fra the schowzes.

3 Deme na ill of my age my dow,
Jle play the zonkeris part to zow.
Firl try the treuth,then may ze trow,
Gif I mynd to defaue:

Foz Gold noz geir ze fall not want,
Sweit hart with me thairs be na fcant,
Thairfoir fome grace vntome grant,
Foz courtelie I craue.

Plefant. Da, ha, quha bzocht thir kittocks hither The mekill feind refaue the fithir:

I trow ze was not al together,

This twel-month at ane pzeiching.

Allace I lauch fog lytill lucke,
Ilauch to fie ane auld Carle gucke:
Wow wow fa faine as he wald f
Fra he fall till his fleitching.

5. Now wallie as the Carle he caiges,
Gudeman quha hes maid zour muffages?
Lo as the boy of fourelcoir ages,

As he micht not be biddin:

Came ze to wow our Laffe, now lachter,
Ze ar la rasch thair will be flachter,

Ze will not spair noz (peir quhais aucht hir,
Ze ar fa raschlie riddin.

6 Emily. I wait not weill fir quhat ze meine,
Bot fuirlie I haue seindill feine,
Ane wower of zour zeiris fa keine,
As ze appeir to be:

I think ane man fir,of zour zeiris,
Sould not be blyndit with the bleirts,

Ga feik ane partie of zour peires,

Foz ze get nane of mee.

The auld man fpeikis to the Macrell to allure the Madyn.

7 Gude Dame, I haue zow to imploy,

Sa ze my purpose can convoy:

And that zon Lafle I micht inioy,
Zelould not want rewaird:

Giue hir this Tablet and this Ring,
This Purlle of gold and spair nathing:
Sa ze about all weill may bzing,

Df gold

Df gold tak na regaird.

8. Macrell. Da fir,let me and that allane, Suppofe fcho war maid of a fane,

Ife gar hir grant of all be gane,

To be at zour command;

Thocht scho be frange, I think na wonder,
Blait things is fone bzocht in ane blunder,
Scho is not the firft fir,of ane hunder,
That I haue had in hand.

9 I am ane Filche I am ane Eile,
Can feir my toung and tayle richt weill,
I give me to the mekill Deill,

Gif onie can do mair:

I can with fair anis fleitch and flatter,
And win ane Crown bot with ane clatter,
That gars me dzink gude wyne foz watter,
Suppois my back ga bair.

The Macrell intends to allure the Madyn.

10 God blis zow Maißtres with zour Buik, Leife me thay lips that I on luik:

I hope in God to lie zow bzuik,
Ane nobill house at hame:

Iken ane Man into this toun,

Df hyelt honour and renoun,

That wald be glaid to giue his Gowne,

Foz to haue zow his Dame.

II Emily. Now be my faull I can not fie,
That thair fik vertew is in me,
Gudwyfe, I pray zow quhat is he,

That man quhome of 30 meine?
Macrell. Philotus is the man a faith,
Ane ground-riche man and full of graith:

He wantis na jewels claith nor waith,
Bot is baith big and beine.

12 Weill war the woman all hir lyfe,
Had hap to be his weddit wyfe,
Scho micht haue gold and geir als ryfe,
As Copper in hir kißt:

Zea, not a Ladie in all this Land,

I wait micht haue mair wealth in hand,
Mor micht haue mair at hir command,
To do with quhat scho lift.

13 Fair floure,now fen ze may him fang,
It war not gude to let him gang,
Unto zour self ze’ile do greit wzang,

Sweit hazt now and ze llip him:
Now thair is twentie into this toun,
De greitelt riches and renoun,
That wald be glad foz to fit doun,
Upon thair kneis to gzip him.

14 Thocht he be auld my joy, quhat reck,
Duhen he is gane giue him ane geck,
And tak another be the neck,

Duhen ze the graith haue gottín:

Schaw me zour mynd and quhat ze meine, I fall conuoy all this fa cleine,

That me zee fall efteme ane freine,

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Duhen I am deid and rottin.

Emilie. I grant gude-wyfe he is richtgude, Ane man of wealth and nobill blude,

Bot hes mair mißter of ane Hude,

And Mittanes till his handis: Moz of ane bairnelie Laffe lyke mee, Mair meit his Dy noz wyfe to be:

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