MELEBEA

¶ Franciscus petrarcus the poet lawreate Say that nature which is mother of all thing w to out stryff can gyve life to nothing create And Eraclito the wise clerk in his writing Say in all thyngꝭ create stryff is their working And there is no thing under the firma ent with any other in all points equivalent ¶ And according to their dictys ehersyd as thus All thyngꝭ are create in manner of These foolish lovers then that be so amorous From ̄ pleasure to displeasure how lede they their life Now sorry now sad now Joyous now pensive as I poor maiden than what shall I do Cumbered by dotage of one Cali to ¶ I know that nature hath gyuyn me beauty with sanguynyous compleccy vour & fairness The more to God ought I to do fewte with will life laud and love of perfect es I deny not but calisto is of great worthiness 1 line 1 line 1 line he maketh me almost weary Oh his lamentations & exclamations on fortune w to similitude manner as one that should die But who shall pity this Infayth not I Shall I acco ̄ plysh his carnal desire Nay yet at a stake rather bren in a fire ¶ Of troth I am sorry for his trouble To strive with him self thus for love of me But though his sorrows I assure you should double Out of his danger will I be at liberty what a mys woman now christen benedicite Nay nay he shall never that day see is voluptuous appetite continued ̄ sentyd by me ¶ wist he now that I were present here I assure you shortly he would seek me And without doubt he does now inquire weather I am gone or where I should be See / is he not now come I report me A las of this man I can nener be rid w ld to Christ I wist where I might be hid where I / ¶ why thynkyst thou that so great a reward yet more greater thy reward shall be if thou fle the determynacyon Of thy sent of mind by such temptation I perseyue the intent of thy words all As of the wit of him that would have the vert w Of me such a woman to be come thrall Go thy weigh with sorrow I would thou kuew I have foul skorn of the I tell the true Or any human creature with me should Begin Any continued ̄ munycacyon pertaining to sin ¶ And I promise the where thou art present while I life by my will I will be absent ¶ Lo out of all joy I am fallen in woe Upon whom adverse fortune hath cast her chauns Of cruel hate which causyth now a wayto go The keeper of my joy and all my pleasance Alas alas now to me what noyauns Because such knowledge of the I have ¶ I pray you cawe this wowan here never sin In faith to enter here I awe half dreaded And yet why so / I may boldly come in I am sure frow you all I shall not be had But jesus jesus be these men so would On wowen as they Say / how should it be It is but fables and lies you way trust ine you marry good woder I pray you come in ¶ I marvel mother you speak so much ill Of age that all folk desire effectuously ¶ Mother you have taken great pain for age would you not return to the beginning I desire to life lengger do I well or no. with thy fabling & thy reasoning I wys I am beguiled but I have known the or this ¶ Art not celystyne y dwelled by the river syd in deed age hath array the That thou art she now can skant be espied Me thinketh by thy favour thou shuldyst be she Thou art soar changed thou mayest believe me Fair maydon keep thou well this time of youth But beauty shall pass at y last this is truth ¶ yet I am not so old as you judge me Good mother I joy much of thine accoyntanaunce And thy moderly reasons right well please me And now I thank the here for thy pastaunce Fare well till a neither time y to hap may chance Again that we two may meet to gedyr May hap you have bysynes I know not whither ¶ Show me mother hardly all thy nesessite And if I can I shall provide the remedy ¶ Say what thou Wilt & for whom thou lest ¶ what meanyst thou I pray the good mother Go forth w to thy demand as thou hast done On the one ꝑte thou provokest me to anger And on the other side to compassion I know not how thy answer to fashion The words which thou speakest in my presence Be so mysty / I ꝑseyue not thy sentence I am happy if my word be of such necessity To help any crystyn man or else goddꝭ forbad To do a good deed is liking to God ¶ For good dedꝭ to good men be allowable And specially to needy above all other And ever to good deeds you shall find me agreeable Trusting you will exhort me to non other Therefore fere not speak your peticio ̄ good mother For they that may he'll sekefolk & do refuse Them Surely of their death they can not excuse Them Mother without delay for god sake show me I pray the heartily without more praying where is the patient that so is paining ¶ A would is this the intent of thy conclusion Tell me no more of this matter I charge the Is this the dolent for whom thou makest petycyo ̄ Art thou come hither thus to desseyue me Thou bearded dame shameless thou semest to be Is this he that hath the passio ̄ offolishnes Thikyst thou rybaud I am S changed one of lewdness ¶ It is not said I see well in vain The tonge of man & woman worst members be Thou brut baud thou great enemy to honest certain Lause of secret errors Ihu ̄ Ihu ̄ benedicite So ̄ good Body take this old thef from me That thus would me disseyue me her falls sleight Go out of my sight now / get the hens Straight Go ens thou brothel go hens in the dyuyll way B yst thou yet to increase my pain Wilt thou make me of this foal to be fain To gyve hymlyfe to make him merry And to my self death to make me sorry ¶ wilt thou ere a way profet for my perdi ion And make me less the house of my fathe To win the House of such and old matron As thou art shamfullyst of all other Thikist thou that I u ̄ dersta ̄ worser not thou falls mother Thy hurtful message thy falls subtle ways Make a mend to God thou lyffyst to long days ¶ Answer thou traitress how darest be so bold I Say I will here no more of that foal was he not here with me even now Thou old which thou bryngyst me in great dole Ask him what answer he had of me & how I took his demand as now know mayest thou More show is but lost where no mercy can be Thus I answered him & thus I answer the what sayest thou what sayest thou shameful enemy Speak out. ¶ Lyttyll is the hete incoparyson to say To the great boldness of thy demeaning ¶ How long time I pray the hath it holden him I demand the not thereof thine answer assuage I ask the how long in this painful rage He hath leyn / ¶ Mother he is much beholdyn unto the Mother if need be I will do more than thus ¶ Oh dear father nothing may me more displease Nothing may do me more anoyans Nothing may do me greater disease Than to see you father in any perturbans For me chiefly or for any other chauns But for me I pray you not to be sad For I have no cause but to be merry and glad what dream sir was that I pray you heartily A las now your dream which you have expressed ¶ Hath made me all pensive & soar abashed I pray you dear daughter now tell me why Sir I know the cause of your vision And what your dreadful dream does signyfye There of would I fain now have noticion Alas dear fade alas what have I done Offended God as a wretch unworthy ¶ you have fostered me up full lovingly In virtuous dis plyne which is the right path To all grace & vert w which does signify By your dream y air Pleasant wholesome both The foul pit whereof you dreamed which hath Destroyed so many betokeneth ice & sin In which alas Thad almost fallen In ¶ The prikyeryd cur & the foul ych which made her self so smooth & fair to see Betokenyth and old queen a baudy which Lallyd celystyne that woe might she be which w to her fair word ay so swadydme That she had almost brought me here unto To fulfil the foul lust of Calais Oh dear fader that lesson I have kept true which preserved me / for though I did continued ̄ see ̄ to In mind / yet had he never his intent ¶ Oh blyssid lord & fader celestial whose infinite merci no tonge can exprese Though I be a sinner wretch of wrechis all yet of thy great merci grant me forgifnes Full soar I repent my sy I continued ̄ fese Intending hens forth never to offend more Now humbly I beseech thy mercy therefore who is there Oh how it greuyth me the ill of my Patient Knowing his agony & thy innocency here Unto mine anger thou hast made resistens wherefore thy demand I grant in recompens Have here my gyrdyll the prayer is not ready To morrow it shall be / come again secretly ¶ And mother of these word passed between us Show uothyng thereof unto this knight Lest he would report me cruel & furious I trust the / now be true for thougte be light ¶ well mother to morrow is a new day I shall perform that I have you promest Show to this seek knight in all that I may Bid him be bold in all things honest And though he to me as yet be but a gest If my word or deed his holth may support I shall not fail and thus bid him take comfort