Ane verie excellent and delectabill Treatife intitulit PHILOTVS. Philotus directis his fpeich to Emilie. Luffie luiffome lamp of licht, With gefture graue and gude: 2 Duhen I zour bewtie do behald, Bot bound I man be zouris: And faif mee fra the schowzes. 3 Deme na ill of my age my dow, Foz Gold noz geir ze fall not want, 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, 5. Now wallie as the Carle he caiges, As he micht not be biddin: Came ze to wow our Laffe, now lachter, Ze will not spair noz (peir quhais aucht hir, 6 Emily. I wait not weill fir quhat ze meine, I think ane man fir,of zour zeiris, 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, Giue hir this Tablet and this Ring, 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, 9 I am ane Filche I am ane Eile, Gif onie can do mair: I can with fair anis fleitch and flatter, 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, 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 man quhome of 30 meine? He wantis na jewels claith nor waith, 12 Weill war the woman all hir lyfe, Zea, not a Ladie in all this Land, I wait micht haue mair wealth in hand, 13 Fair floure,now fen ze may him fang, Sweit hazt now and ze llip him: 14 Thocht he be auld my joy, quhat reck, 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, 15 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: his |