Ane verie excellent and delectabill Treatife intitulit PHILOTVS. Philotus directis his fpeich to Emilie. Luftie luiffome lamp of licht, With gesture graue and gude: 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: And faif mee fra the schowzes. 3 Deme na ill of my age my dow, Foz Gold noz geir ze fall not want, Foz courtelie I craue. す Plefant. Ha, ha,quha bzocht thir kittocks hither The mekill feind resaue 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 fpeir quhais aucht hir, 6 Emily. Jwait not weill fir quhat ze meine, I think ane man lir,of zour zeiris, 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, Df gold 海味 Df gold tak na regaird. 8. Macrell. a fir,let me and that allane, Suppofe fcho war maid of a fane, Ife gar hir grant o2 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 first fir,of ane hunder, That I haue had in hand. 9 I am ane Fische Jam ane Eile, Can fteir my toung and tayle richt weill, I giue me to the mekill Deill, Gif onie can do mair: I can with fair anis fleitch and flatter, 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, I hope in God to lie zow bzuik, I ken ane Man into this toun, Df hyelt honour and renoun, That wald be glaid to giue his Gowne, 11 Emily. Now be my faull I can not lie, That man quhome of ze meine? He wantis na jewels claith nor waith, 12 Weill war the woman all hir lyfe, Zea, not a Ladie in all this Land, 13 Fair floure,now sen ze may him fang, Sweit hazt now and ze lip him: 14 Thocht he be auld my joy, quhat reck, Duhen ze the graith haue gottin: 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: Dis |