The Tale of Sir Thopas
Folio 215v/214v
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That to his gurdel straugħt a doun
His schoon of Cordewayne /
Of Bruges were his hosen broun
His robe was of Ciclatoun
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He couþe hunte at wylde deer
And Ryde an haukynge by þe ryuer
Wiþ gray goshauk on honde
Ther to he was a good archer
Of wrastlyng was þer non his peer
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Ther any man schulde stonde
Ful many a mayde brigħt in bour
They mourne for him paramour
When þey were bet to slepe
But he was chaste and no lecchour
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And swete as is þe bremble flour
¶ And so byfeƚƚ vpon a day
For soþe as I ȝou telle may
Sire Thopas wolde out ryde
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He worþe vpon his steede gray
And in his hande a launcegay
He prikeþ þurgħ a fair forest
Ther Inne is many a wilde beest
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Ȝe boþe bucke and hare
And as he prikeþ north and Est
I telle ȝou him hadde almest
Ther springen herbes grete and smale
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The lycoris and þe Setuale
And notemuges to put in ale
Wheþer it be moyst or stale
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The briddes syngen it is nouȝt nay