ALBERTO

Good sir, and gossop I am glaid, That all be done as ȝe have said, Taken baith my blissing and the Maid, Hame to ȝour house together: And give that scho play not his pairt, In any lawful honest airt, And honour ȝow with all his hairt, I walled sho gaid not thither. For the ane man I have foreseine, Ane man of might and wealth I meine, That staitlier may the sustain, Nor any of all thy kin: Ane man of honour and renown, Ane of the Potentes of the town: Where nane may beinlier fit down, This City all within. Philotus is the man indeed, Where thou ane noble life may leid, With whom I did sa far proceed, We want bot thy Good will: Now give thy fry consent therefore, Deck up and do thy self decoir, Gang quickly to and say no moir, Thou man agrie thairtill. How durst thou trumper be sa bald To rant or tell, that he was ald? Or durst refuse ocht that I walled, Have bidden the obey: Bot sen ȝe stand sa little awe, I'm gar ȝow Masters for to knaw, The Impyre Parents hes belaw, Abuif their Children ay. And heir to God I make ane vow, Bot give thou at my bidding bow, I shall the dress and harkin how, And sin advise the better: I shall thee cast until ane pit, Where thou for ȝeir and day shall fit, With breid and water surely knit Hard boundintill ane fetter. Thou sat sa soft upon thy stuill. That making off maid the ane fuill, Bot I shall make thy courage evil, For all thy stomach stout: That efterwards quhill that thou leif, Thou's be aghast me for to grief. Perchance thou greines that play to preif, Advise thee and speak out. Falls pewtene hes scho play it that sport Hes scho me handlit in this sort? To God I vow cum I athort, And lay on his my hands: I shall his ane exampill make, To trumpers all durst undertake, For to commit sa foul ane fack, Quhill that this City stands. Vild vagabond falls harlot hure, Had sho nam shame, took sho nam cure, Of Parentis that his got and bure, Nor Blood of quhilk sho sprang: All honest beauty to despise, And like ane man his disagyse, Unwomanly in sik ane wise, As gudget for to gang. Falls mischant, full of all mischief's, Dissaitfull traitor, common thief, Of all thy kin curit not the grief, For fleschly foul delight: Quha shall into sik trumpers trust? Quhais wicked ways ar sa unjust, And led with lewd licentious lust, And beastly appetite. Ȝea harlot, trowit thou for to skip Sen I have gottin of the ane grip, Be Christ I shall thy nurture nip, Riched scharply or we sched: For God nor I rax in ane raip, And ever thou From my hand escaip, Quhill I have pullit the like ane Paip, Where nane shall be to read. This fault heir freely I forgive thee, Philotus is the man relieves thee, Or vtherwayis I had mischeifit thee, And now give me thy hand. This is my ordinance and will, Give thy consent Philotus till, To marry him and to fulfil, That godly blissit band: Ane Month and nam langer day, For it requires nam grit delay, Taken their ȝour wife with ȝow away, And use his as ȝe will: Lament not, let that mater be, Thy faltis ar buriet all with me. Betwixt thy Husband now and thee, Is any new debate? Quhat is the mater that ȝe meine Against all ordour clair and cleine, Schut hame ȝour wife that hes not be, Ȝit five days in ȝour aucht: Is this ane Pleasant godly life, To be in barrace, sturt and strife, The fiend walled feign man be ȝour wife, Can never fit in sought. It may well be, I can not tell, That scho durst with that mater mell, Let his make answer for his fell, To sie give it be sa. Dochter gave I the this commend, That thou thy Husband should ganestand, How durst thou Huir, him with thy hand, Put to the point of felling? Nam melling Mistress? will ȝe than Deny the Marriage of that man, In face of holy Kirk quha can, This open dead deny? This purpois gosse, appears to me Sa wonder nice and strange to be, That we to wit the verity, For Flavius man send: Sir give ȝe could declair us now, How Long this woman was with ȝow, And all the manner when and how, We walled riched gladly kenned. Good gosse ȝour wraith to pacify Sen that their may nam better be, I am content my Soon that he, Shall with ȝour Dochter Marry: