75 Emily. All day quhairto the treuth to tell, I dar nocht with that matter mel, Bot zit I fall deuyfe my fell,

Ane fchift to serve our turne:

Foz keiping flairt baith lait and air,
Unfend-furth may I neuer fair,
Make Jane mint and do na mair,
I may foz euer murne.

76 Duhen I haue vnbethocht me thɩyfe,
I can na better way deuyle,

Bot that I man me difagyle,

In habite of ane man:

Thus I but danger og but dout,
This bulines may bzing about,
In mans array vnkend pas out,
For ocht my keipars can.

77 Thairfoir ze fall gang and prouyde,
Ane Pages claithis in the meine tyde,
Foz all occasions me belyde,

Against I haue ado:

Let me euin as thay lift me call,
De quhat fumeuer me befall,
I hope within thrie dayis J fall,
Cum quyetly zow to.

78 Flavius. Be my awin meins I fall atteine, And lend to zow thay claithis vnfene, Convoy lat fie all things fa cleine,

That neuer nane suspeck:

I will wait on my self and meit zow,
To le zour new claiths as thay let zow,
The Carle that hecht sa weill to treit zow,

I think fall get ane geck.

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Emilie. I have won narrowlie away,
Zon Carle half put me in effray,
He lay in wait and waiting ay,

In changing aff my claithis:
Sir,let vs ga out of his sicht,
Sen I am frie,my freind gude-nicht,
He lukis as all things war not richt,
Lo zonder quhair he gais.

80 Flavius. My onlie luif and Ladie quhyte, My darling deir and my delyte,

How fall I euer the requyte,

This grit gude will let fee:

That but refpe& that men callis schame,
Moz hazart of thy awin gude name,
Foz bzute,foz blafphemie noz blame
Hes venterit all fog mee.

Stephano Albertus Servant.

81 Maifter full far I haue zow focht,
And full ill newes I haue zow bzocht,
The thing allace, I neuer thocht,

Hes happinnit zow this day:
Zour douchter fir (ze had bot ane)
Ane mannis claithis hes on hir tane,
And quyetlie hes hir earand gane,
I can not tell quhat way.

82 J wonderit firft and was agaft,
Bot quhen I saw that tho was paft,
J followit efter wonder falt,

Zit was I not the better:

Scho fchiftit hes hir felf afyde,
And in fum hous fho did hir hyde,
Ma fir,quhat euer fall betyde,
It will be hard to get her.

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83 Alberto. Fals pewtene hes scho playit that Hes fcho me handlit in this fort? To God I vow cum I athozt,

And lay on hir my handis:

I fall his ane erampill mak,
To trumpers all durß vndertak,
Foz to commit fa foull ane fack,
Duhill that this Citie ftandis.
84 Wylde vagabound,fals harlot hure,
Had tho na fchame,tuke lho na cure,
De parentis that hir gat and bure,
Moz blude of quhilk who spzang:

All honeßt bewtie to dispyle,
And lyke ane man hir dilagyle,
Unwomanlie in fik ane wyfe,
As gudget for to gang.

85 Fals mifchant, full of all mifcheif,
Diffaitfull traitour, commoun theif,
Of all thy kin curit not the greif,
Foz fleschly foull delyte:

Duha fall into fik trúmpers truß?
Duhais wickit wayis ar la vnjuft,
And led with lewd licentious luft,
And beatlie appetyte.

86 Philotus. D fer uncertaine,frayle and fals, Diffimulate and diffaitfull als,

With honie lips to hald in hals,

Bot with ane wickit mynde:

Duhome will dois mair noz reasoun mufe, Mair lecherie noz honeßt lufe,

Mair harlotrie noz gude behufe,

Unconftant and vnkynde.

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87 In quhome ane thaw,bot na shame finks,
That ane thing fayis and vther thinks:
Ane eye lukis vp,ane vther winks,
With fair and feinzeit face:
Bot gollop go,quhill it is greine,
Foz to leik out quha hes hir feine,
Gif of hir moyen wee get ane meine,
It war ane happie grace.

88 Philerno. Gude firs, is nane of zow can tell,
In quhat Areit dois Alberto dwell,
De be quhat linge Jle knaw my fell,
Gude bzethzen all about:

Foz thocht I be his Sone and Heyze,
I knaw him not a myte the mair,
And to this Town dois now repair,
My father to find out.

89 Alberto. Zea harlote,trowit thow foz to skip Sen I haue gottin of the ane grip,

Be Chzift I fall thy nurture nip,

Richt scharply oz wee sched:

For God no? I rar in ane raip,

And euer thow fra my hand escaip,

Duhill I haue pullit the lyke ane Paip,
Duhair nane fall be to red.

90 Philotus. Rage not gude golfe,bot hald zour The las bot bairnlie is and zoung,

I wald be laith to wit hir dung,

Suppofe fcho hath offendit:

Fozgiue hir this ane fault fog mee,
And I fall fouertie foz hir bee,
That instantly who fall agree,

That this flip sould be mendit.

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91 Philerno. Father I grant my haill offence, Thir claithes I haue tane till ga hence, And gif it please zow till difpence,

With thir things that ar paft:

Thir bygane faultes will ze fozgiue,
And efter father quhill I liue,
Agane I fall zow neuer greiue,
Duhill that my lyfe may laßt.

92 Schaw me the maner and the way,
And I zour bidding fall obey,

And neuer fall zour will gane fay,
Bot be at zour command;

Alberto. This fault heir frelie J fozgiue thee,
Philotus is the man releiues thee,
De vtherwayis I had mischeifit thez,
And now giue mee thy hand.

93 This is my ozdinance and will,
Giue thy confent Philotus till,
To marie him and to fulfill,

That godlie bliffit band:

Philerno. Father, I hartlie am content,
And heirto giues my full confent,
Foz it richt fair wald mee repent,

Gif I Could zow gainland.

94 Philotus. Heir is my hand my darling dow, To be ane faithfull spous to zow,

Now be my faull Goflop I trow,

This is ane happie meiting:

This mater Goffe, is la weill dzeßt,

That all things ar cumde foz the beft,
Bot let vs let amang the reft,

Ane day for all compleiting.

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