The Tale of Sir Thopas Folio 159v 2 of 3 folios
But if thow prike out of myn haunt //
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A noon I slee thyn steede //
Witħ Mace
Heere is the Quene of fairye
Witħ harpe & pipe & Symphonye
Dwellyng
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The child seide also mot I the
To morwe wol I mete the
Whan I haue myn Armoure
And ȝet I hope par ma fay
That þ u shalt wt this launcegay
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Abyen it ful soure
Thy Mawe
I shal perce if I may
Or it be fully pi me of day
For heere thow shalt be slawe
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Sire Thopas drow a bak ful faste
This Geaū t at hī stones caste
Out of a fel staf slynge
But faire a skapitħ child Thopas
And al it was thurgħ goddes gras
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And thurgħ his fair berynge
Ȝet listenetħ lordes to my tale
Meriere than the Nygħ tyngale
I wol ȝow rowne
How Sire Thopas witħ sydes smale
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Prykynger hil and dale
Is come a geyn to towne
His merie men comaunded he
To make hī bothe game & gle
For nedes must he figħ te
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Witħ a Geaū t witħ hedes thre
For paramour and Iolite
Of on that shon ful brigħ te
And gestoures for to telle tales
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A non in myn Armyng
Of romaunces that ben reals
Of Popes and of Cardynales
And eke of loue longyng
They fette hī first swete wyn
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And Mede eke in a Maselyn
And real spicerie
Of gynger bred that was ful fyn
Witħ sugre þ t is trie
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He dede next his white ler
Of clotħ of lake fyn & cler
A breche & eke a sherte
And next his shert an Aketoū
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For percyng
Was al I wrougħ t of Iewes werk
Ful strong
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In whicħ he wol debate
His sheld was al of gold so red
A charbocle be his syde
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And þ er e he swor on ale & bred
How that the Geaū t shal be ded
Bityde what bytyde
Hise Iambeus were of quyrbuly
His swerd shede of Yuory
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Helme of latoū brigħ t