The Tale of Gamelyn
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LItheþ and lestneþ and herkneþ aright
And ȝe schul heere a talkyng of a doughty knigħt
Sire Iohñ of Boundys was his right name
He cowde of norture ynougħ & mochil of game
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Thre sones þe knigħt . þat with his body he wan
The eldest was a moche schrewe / and sone he bygan
His breþeren loued wel here fader / and of him were agast /
The eldest deserued his fadres curs / and had it at þe last /
The goode kniȝt his fader lyuede so ȝore
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That deth was comen him to and handled him ful sore
The goode knigħt cared sore . sik þer he lay
How his children scholde lyuen aft er his day
He hadde ben wyde wher but non housbond he was
Al þe lond þat he had / it was verrey purchas
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Fayn he wold it were dressed / amonges hem alle
That ech of hem had his part / as it migħt falle /
Tho sent he in to cuntre after wise knightes
To helpe delen his londes / and dressen hem to rightes
He sent hem word by ƚres / þey schulden hye blyue
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Yf þey wolde speke with him whil he was on lyue
¶ Tho þe knyghtes herden / sik þer he lay
Hadde þey no reste noþer nigħt ne day
Til þey comen to him þer he lay stille /
On his deþ bedde to abyde goddes wille
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Þan seyde þe goode knigħt syk þer he lay
Lordes I ȝou warne for soþ wiþoute nay
I may no lengere lyuen heer in þis stounde
For þurgh goddes wille deþ draweþ me to grounde
Ther nas non of hem aƚƚ þat herd him aright
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Þat þey hadden reuþe of þat ilke knigħt
And seyde sir for goddes loue ne dismay ȝou nought
God may do bote of bale þat is now I wrought
¶ÊThan spak þe goode knight sik þer he lay
Boote of bale god may sende I wot it is no nay
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But I byseke ȝou kniȝtes for þe loue of me
Goþ and dresseþ my lond among my sones þre
And sires for þe loue of god deleþ hem nat amys
And forgetiþ nat Gamelyn my ȝonge sone þat is