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1
Hevyn and erth and all that here me plain,
Do well perceve what care doeth
cause me cry,
Save you alone, to whome I cry
in vain,
Mercy ! madame alas, I dy ! I dy !
2
If that you slepe, I humbly you require
Forbere, a while, and let your
rigor slake ;
Syns that by you I burn thus
in this fyer,
To here my plainte, dere
hert, awake ! awake !
3
Syns that so ofte ye have made me to wake
In plaint and teres, and in
right pitious case,
Displease you not if force do
now me make
To breke your slepe crieng alas ! alas !
4
It is the last trouble that you shall have
Of me, madame, to here my last
complaint ;
Pitie at lest your poure unhappy
slave
For in dispere alas I faint ! I faint !
5
It is not now but long and long ago,
I have you served as to my powre
and myght,
As faithfully as any man might
do,
Clayming of you nothing of right, of right.
6
Save of your grace only to save my liff
That fleith as fast as clowd
afore the wynde
For sins that first I entred
in this stryff
An inward deth hath fret mynde, my mynd.
7
If I had suffred this to you, unware,
Myn were the fawte and you nothing
to blame
But syns you know my woo and
all my care
Why do I dy alas for shame, for shame.
8
I know right well my face, my lowke, my teres,
Myn Iyes, my Wordes, and eke
my drery chiere,
Have cryd my deth full oft into
your eres,
Herd of belefe it doeth appere, appere.
9
A better prouff I se that ye would have
How I ame dede ; therefore when
ye here tell
Beleve it not, all tho ye se
my grave
Cruell ; unkynd ! I say farewell ! farewell ! |
1
Heaven and earth and all that here me plain,
Do well perceive what care doth
cause me cry,
Save you alone, to whom I cry in
vain,
Mercy ! madame alas, I die! I die!
2
If that you sleep, I humbly you require
Forbear, a while, and let your
rigour slack;
Since that by you I burn thus in
this fire,
To hear my plaint, dear
heart, awake! awake!
3
Since that so oft ye have made me to wake
In plaint and tears, and in right
piteous case,
Displease you not if force do now
me make
To break your sleep crying alas! alas!
4
It is the last trouble that you shall have
Of me, madame, to hear my last
complaint;
Pity at last your poor unhappy
slave
For in despair alas I faint! I faint!
5
It is not now but long and long ago,
I have you served as to my power
and might,
As faithfully as any man might
do,
Claiming of you nothing of right, of right.
6
Save of your grace only to save my life
That fleeth as fast as cloud afore
the wind
For since that first I entered
in this strife
An inward death hath fret my mind, my mind.
7
If I had suffered this, to you unware,
Mine were the fault and you nothing
to blame
But since you know my woe and all
my care
Why do I die, alas? For shame! For shame!
8
I know right well my face, my look, my tears,
Mine eyes, my words, and eke my
dreary cheer,
Have cried my death full oft into
your ears,
Hard of belief it doth appear, appear.
9
A better proof I see that ye would have
How I am dead; therefore when ye
hear tell
Believe it not, although ye see
my grave
Cruel; unkind! I say farewell! Farewell! |