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IN olde dayes of þe kyng arthour [folio 97b] [¶ Narrat]
Of which þat britouns speken gret honour
Al was þis lond fulfilled of fayrie
The elf queen wiþ hir ioly compaignye
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Daunced fuloft in many a grene mede
This was þe old oppynyoun as I rede
I speke of many hundrid ȝer ago
But now can no man see noon elues mo
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For now þe grete charite and prayeres
Of lymytours and oþer holy freres
That sechen euery lond and euery streem
As thik as motis in þe sonne beem
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Blessynge halles . chambres . kichenes . boures
Citees . burghes . castels . hihe and toures .
Thropes . bernes . schepnes . and dayeries
That makith þat þer ben no fayeries
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For þer as wont was to walken an elf
Ther walkith noon . but þe lymytour himself
In vndermeles and in morwenynges
And saith his matyns and his holy þinges
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As he goþ in his lymytacioun
wommen may go saufly vp and doun
In euery bussch or vnder euery tre
Þer is non oþer incumbent but/ he /
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And ne wol but doon hem dishonour
And so bifel it / þat þis king arthour
had in his hous a lusty bacheler
That on a day com rydyng fro ryuer
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