| 600 |
"Go fro the wyndow, Jakke fool," she sayde; |
| "As help me God, it wol not be 'com pa me.' |
| I love another - and elles I were to blame - |
| Wel bet than thee, by Jhesu, Absolon. |
| Go forth thy wey, or I wol caste a ston, |
| 605 | And lat me slepe, a twenty devel wey!" |
| "Allas," quod Absolon, "and weylawey, |
| That trewe love was evere so yvel biset! |
| Thanne kysse me, syn it may be no bet, |
| For Jhesus love, and for the love of me." |
| 610 | "Wiltow thanne go thy wey therwith?" quod she. |
| "Ye, certes, lemman," quod Absolon. |
| "Thanne make thee redy," quod she, "I come anon." |
| And unto Nicholas she seyde stille, |
| "Now hust, and thou shalt laughen al thy fille." |
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| 600 |
"Go from the window, Jack-a-napes," she said, |
| "For, s'help me God, it is not 'come kiss me.' |
| I love another, or to blame I'd be, |
| Better than you, by Jesus, Absalom! |
| Go on your way, or I'll stone you therefrom, |
| 605 | And let me sleep, the fiends take you away!" |
| "Alas," quoth Absalom, "and welaway! |
| That true love ever was so ill beset! |
| But kiss me, since you'll do no more, my pet, |
| For Jesus' love and for the love of me." |
| 610 | "And will you go, then, on your way?" asked she, |
| "Yes truly, darling," said this Absalom. |
| "Then make you ready," said she, "and I'll come!" |
| And unto Nicholas said she, low and still: |
| "Be silent now, and you shall laugh your fill." |
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