The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  Iohn my eldest sone shal haue plowes fyue
                                
                                  That was my fadres heritage while he was on lyue
                                
                                  And my myddlest sone fyue plowes of lond
                                
                                  That I halpe for to gete wit my right hond
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                                  And alle myn oþer purchas of londes and ledes
                                
                                  Þat I be-quethe Gamelyn and alle my gode stedes
                                
                                  And I be-seke ȝow good men þat law con of lond
                                
                                  ffor Gamelyns loue þat my quest stond
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                                  Thus dalt þe knyght his lond by his day
                                
                                  Right on his deeth bed sike þer he lay
                                
                                  And sone afterward he lei stoon stille
                                
                                  And died whan tyme come as it was cristes wille
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                                  A-none as he was dede and vnder gras grave
                                
                                  Sone þe elder brother giled the ȝong knave
                                
                                  He toke in to his honde his lond and his lede
                                
                                  And Gamelyn him selue to clothen and to fede
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                                  He clothed him and fedde hym yuel and eke wrothe
                                
                                  And lete his londes for-fare and his houses bothe
                                
                                  His parkes and his wodes and dide no thing welle
                                
                                  And sithen he it a-bowght on his owne felle
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                                  So long was Gamelyn in his brothres halle
                                
                                  ffor þe strengest of good wille þei douteden him alle
                                
                                  Ther was none ther-in noþer ȝong ne old
                                
                                  That wold wrath Gamelyn were he neuer so bold
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                                  Gamelyn stood on a day in his brotheris ȝerd
                                
                                  And bi-gan with his hand to hondel his berd
                                
                                  He þought on his landes þat lay vnsawe [Royal MS 18 C ii folio 58a] 
                                
                                  And his faire okes þat doune were I-drawe
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                                  His parkes were broken and his dere reved
                                
                                  Of alle his good stedes noon was him by-leued
                                
                                  His howses were vnhiled and ful yuel dight
                                
                                  Thoo þouȝt Gamelyn it went not a-right
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                                  Afterward came his brother walking there
                                
                                  And seide to gamelyn is oure mete ȝare
                                
                                  Tho wrathed him Gamelyn and swore by goddes booke
                                
                                  Thow shalt go bake thi self I wil not be thi cooke

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
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Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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