The Tale of Gamelyn
Folio 60v
4 of 24 folios
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And if I schal algate be beten anon
Cristes curs mot þou haue but you be þat oon
And anon his broþer in þag grete hete
Made his men to fette staues Gamelyn to bete
Whan þat euerich of hē / a staf had I nome
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Gamelyn was war anon þo he seigh hem come
Þo gamelyn seyh hē come / he loked ouer al
And was war of a pestel stood vnder a wal
Gamelyn was light of foot / and þider gan he lepe
And drof aƚƚ his broþeres men right on an hepe
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He loked as a wilde lyoū and leyde on good woon
Tho his broþer say þat he bigan to goon
He fley vp in til a loft and schette þe dore fast
Thus Gamelyn wiþ þe pestel made hē aƚƚ agast
Some for Gamelynes loue / and some for his eyȝe /
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Alle þey drowe by halues // þo he gan to pleyȝe /
What how now seyde Gamelyn euel mot ȝe thee
Wil ȝe bygynne contek and so sone flee /
Gamelyn sought his broþer / whider he was flowe
And saugh wher he loked out / at a wyndowe /
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Broþer sayde Gamelyn com a litel ner
And I wil teche þe a play atte bokeler
His broþer him answerde and swor by seynt Rycher
Whil þe pestel is in þin hond I wil come no neer
Broþer I wil make þy pees / I swere by cristes ore
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Cast away þe pestel and wraþþe þe nomore /
I mot neede sayde Gamelyn wraþþe me at oones
For þou wolde make þy men to breke myne boones
Ne had I hadde mayn and migħt in myn armes
To haue I put hem fro me he wolde haue do me harmes
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Gamelyn sayde his broþer be þou nougħt wroþ
For to seen þe haue harm it were me right loþ
I ne dide it nouȝt broþer but for a fondyng
For to loken or þou were strong and art so ying
Com a doū þan to me and gaunte me my bone
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Of þing I wil þe aske / and we schul saughte sone
Doun þan cam his broþer þat fykil was and felle
And was swiþe sore agast of þe pestelle