ABSTRACT
A Midsummer Night's Dream AI be she mayde, or wydwe, or elles wyf; And eek it is nat likly, al thy Iyf, To stonden in hir grace; namoore shal I; For wei thou woost thyselven, verraily, That thou and I be dampned to prisoun Perpetuelly; us gayneth no raunsoun. We stryven as dide the houndes for the boon, They foughte al day, and yet hir part was noon; Ther cam a kyte, whil that they weren so wrothe, And baar awey the boon bitwixe hem bothe; 1180 And therfore, at the kynges court, my brother, Ech man for hymself, ther is noon oother. Love, if thee list, for I love and ay shal, And soothly, leeve brother, this is al. .•
