Here the Host 'stynteth' Chaucer's Tale of Sir Thopas
Folio 160r
1 of 2 folios
His sadel was of rewel bon
His brydel as the Sonne shon
His spere was of fyn Cypres
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That bodetħ werre & no thȳg pes
The hed ful sharp I gounde
His steede was al appel gray
It gotħ an aumble in the wey
Loo lordes myn heere is a fyt
If ȝe wyln any more of it
¶ Now holde ȝoure moutħ par charite
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Bothe knygħt and lady free
And herkenetħ to my spelle
Of bataille and of cheualry
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Men speken of romaunces of pis
Of horñ Child and of Ypotis
Of Sire lybeus and pleyn damour
But Sire Thopas he beretħ the flour
His good steede / al he bystrod
And fortħ vp on his weye he Corrected from: woldrod
As sparcle out of the brond
Vp on his creste he bar a Tour
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And þere Inne stiked a lilye flour
God shilde his cors fro shonde
And fortħ he was knygħt Auntrous
He nolde slepen in noon hous
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His brigħt helm was his wonger
And by hī baitetħ his destrer
Hi self drank water of the welle
As dede the knygħt Sire Percyuelle
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So worthy vnder wede ;
¶ Nomore of this
/ for goddes dignytee
No indication that this could be another textual part. The links is written continuosly and with the same ink as TT.ODR
Quod oure hoost / for thow makest me
So wery / of thyn verray lewednesse
That also wysly / god my soule blisse
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Myne Eres aken / of thy drasty speche
Now swicħ a ryme / the deuele I be teche
This may wel be ryme dogereƚƚ / quod he
¶ Why so qd I / why woltow lette me
More of my tale / than another man
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Syn that it is / the best ryme I can
¶ By god quod he / for pleynly at a word
Thy drasty rymyng / is nat wortħ a tord
Thow doost nat elles / but despendest tyme
Sire at o word / thow shalt no lengere ryme
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Lat se / wher thow kanst tellen ougħt in geste
Or tellen in prose / somwhat atte leste
In whicħ there be som myrthe / or som doctine