BRYSTOWE.
Reading edition
BIRTHA, EGWINA.
BIRTHA.
Gentle Egwina, do notte preche me joie; I cannotte joie ynne anie thynge botte weere[99]. 835 Oh! yatte aughte schulde oure sellynesse destroie, Floddynge the face wythe woe, & brynie teare!
EGWINA.
You muste, you muste endeavour for to cheere Youre harte unto somme cherisaunced reste. Youre loverde from the battelle wylle appere. 840 Ynne honnoure, & a greater love, be dreste; Botte I wylle call the mynstrelles roundelaie; Perchaunce the swotie sounde maie chafe your wiere[99] awaie.