whatte menes yis
leathalle
knelle?
Thomas Chatterton - Rowley Poems
Thee I ordeyne the warde; so alle maie telle. 1200
I have botte lyttel tym to dragge thys lyfe;
Mie lethal tale, alyche a lethalle belle,
Dynne yn the eares of her I wyschd mie wyfe!
Botte, ah! shee maie be fayre.
EGWINA.
Yatte shee moste bee.
AELLA.
Ah! saie notte foe; yatte worde woulde AElla dobblie flee. 1205
AELLA, EGWINA, SERVYTOURE, COERNYKE, BIRTHA, HURRA.
AELLA.
Ah! Birtha here!
BIRTHA.
Whatte dynne ys thys?
whatte menes yis leathalle knelle?
Where ys mie AElla? speeke; where? howe ys hee?
Oh AElla! art thou yanne alyve and welle!
AELLA.
I lyve yndeed; botte doe notte lyve for thee.
BIRTHA.
Whatte menes mie AElla?
AELLA.
Here mie meneynge see. 1210
Thie foulness urged mie honde to gyve thys wounde,
Ytte mee unsprytes[128].
BIRTHA.
Ytte hathe unspryted mee.
AELLA.
