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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390945" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Madge: Ye Hoyden</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft,<br> Ffor that a romping wench was shee--<br>"Now marke this rede," they bade her oft,<br> "Forsooken sholde your folly bee!"<br>But Madge, ye hoyden, laught & cried,<br> "Oho, oho," in girlish glee,<br>And noe thing mo replied.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">II</div><div style="margin:10px 0">No griffe she had nor knew no care,<br> But gayly rompit all daies long,<br>And, like ye brooke that everywhere<br> Goes jinking with a gladsome song,<br>Shee danct and songe from morn till night,--<br> Her gentil harte did know no wrong,<br>Nor did she none despight.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">III</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Tomas from his noblesse halle<br> Did trend his path a somer's daye,<br>And to ye hoyden he did call<br> And these ffull evill words did say:<br>"O wolde you weare a silken gown<br> And binde your haire with ribands gay?<br>Then come with me to town!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Madge, ye hoyden, shoke her head,--<br> "I'le be no lemman unto thee<br>For all your golde and gownes," shee said,<br> "ffor Robin hath bespoken mee."<br>Then ben Sir Tomas sore despight,<br> And back unto his hall went hee<br>With face as ashen white.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">V</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O Robin, wilt thou wed this girl,<br> Whenas she is so vaine a sprite?"<br>So spak ffull many an envious churle<br> Unto that curteyse countrie wight.<br>But Robin did not pay no heede;<br> And they ben wed a somer night<br>& danct upon ye meade.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then scarse ben past a yeare & daye<br> Whan Robin toke unto his bed,<br>And long, long time therein he lay,<br> Nor colde not work to earn his bread;<br>in soche an houre, whan times ben sore,<br> Sr. Tomas came with haughtie tread<br>& knockit at ye doore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saies: "Madge, ye hoyden, do you know<br> how that you once despighted me?<br>But He forgiff an you will go<br> my swete harte lady ffor to bee!"<br>But Madge, ye hoyden, heard noe more,--<br> straightway upon her heele turnt shee,<br>& shote ye cottage doore.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">VIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soe Madge, ye hoyden, did her parte<br> whiles that ye years did come and go;<br>'t was somer allwais in her harte,<br> tho' winter strewed her head with snowe.<br>She toilt and span thro' all those years<br> nor bid repine that it ben soe,<br>nor never shad noe teares.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">IX</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Whiles Robin lay within his bed,<br> A divell came and whispered lowe,--<br>"Giff you will doe my will," he said,<br> "None more of sickness you shall knowe!"<br>Ye which gave joy to Robin's soul--<br> Saies Robin: "Divell, be it soe,<br>an that you make me whoale!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">X</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That day, upp rising ffrom his bed,<br> Quoth Robin: "I am well again!"<br>& backe he came as from ye dead,<br> & he ben mickle blithe as when<br>he wooed his doxy long ago;<br> & Madge did make ado & then<br>Her teares ffor joy did flowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then came that hell-born cloven thing--<br> Saies: "Robin, I do claim your life,<br>and I hencefoorth shall be your king,<br> and you shall do my evill strife.<br>Look round about and you shall see<br> sr. Tomas' young and ffoolish wiffe--<br>a comely dame is shee!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ye divell had him in his power,<br> and not colde Robin say thereto:<br>Soe Robin from that very houre<br> did what that divell bade him do;<br>He wooed and dipt, and on a daye<br> Sr. Tomas' wife and Robin flewe<br>a many leagues away.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIII</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Tomas ben wood wroth and swore,<br> And sometime strode thro' leaf & brake<br>and knockit at ye cottage door<br> and thus to Madge, ye hoyden, spake:<br>Saies, "I wolde have you ffor mine own,<br> So come with mee & bee my make,<br>syn tother birds ben flown."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XIV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But Madge, ye hoyden, bade him noe;<br> Saies: "Robin is my swete harte still,<br>And, tho' he doth despight me soe,<br> I mean to do him good for ill.<br>So goe, Sir Tomas, goe your way;<br> ffor whiles I bee on live I will<br>ffor Robin's coming pray!"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XV</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Soe Madge, ye hoyden, kneelt & prayed<br> that Godde sholde send her Robin backe.<br>And tho' ye folke vast scoffing made,<br> and tho' ye worlde ben colde and blacke,<br>And tho', as moneths dragged away,<br> ye hoyden's harte ben like to crack<br>With griff, she still did praye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">XVI</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sicke of that divell's damnèd charmes,<br> Aback did Robin come at last,<br>And Madge, ye hoyden, sprad her arms<br> and gave a cry and held him fast;<br>And as she clong to him and cried,<br> her patient harte with joy did brast,<br>& Madge, ye hoyden, died.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=390945" data-title="Madge: Ye Hoyden de Eugene Field" data-description="At Madge, ye hoyden, gossips scofft, Ffor that a romping wench was shee-- "Now marke this rede," they bade her oft, "Forsooken sholde your folly bee!" 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