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

                                
                                  Some for gamelyns loue and some for eye
                                
                                  Alle thei drowhen hem to halues þoo he gan to pleye
                                
                                  What now seide Gamelyn euel mote ȝe thee
                                
                                  Wil ȝe bi-gynne contik and so sone flee
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                                  Gamelyn soght his broþer whider he was flow
                                
                                  And sauhe where he lokid oute at a wyndowe
                                
                                  Brother said Gamelyn come a litel nere
                                
                                  And I wil teche the a play at the bokelere
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                                  His brother hym answerid and seid by seint Richere
                                
                                  While þat pestel is in thi hond I wil come no nere
                                
                                  Brother I wil make thi pees I swere by cristes ore
                                
                                  Cast a-way þe pestel and wrathe the nomore
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                                  I moste nede saide Gamelyn wrath me at ones
                                
                                  ffor þou wold make þi men to breke my bones
                                
                                  Ne hadde I hadde mayn and might in myn armes
                                
                                  To haue hem fro me thei wold haue do me harmes
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                                  Gamelyn saide his brother be þou not wrothe
                                
                                  ffor to seen the haue harme me were right lothe
                                
                                  I ne did it noght broþer but for a fondyng
                                
                                  ffor to loken or þou art strong and art so ȝyng
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                                  Come a-doune then to me and graunt me my bone
                                
                                  Of a thing I wil the axe and we shul saught sone
                                
                                  Down þan come his broþer that fykel was and felle
                                
                                  And was swith sore a-ferd of þe pestell
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                                  He saide brother Gamelyn axe me þi bone
                                
                                  And loke þou me blame but I it graunt sone
                                
                                  Than saide Gamelyn brother I was
                                
                                  And we shul be at one þou most graunt me this
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                                  Alle þat my fadir me by-quaþ while þat he was on lyue
                                
                                  Thou most do me it haue ȝif we shul not stryve
                                
                                  Þat shat þou haue Gamelyn I swere by cristes ore
                                
                                  All þat þi fader þe bi-quath þough þou woldest haue more
                                
                                  Thi lond that lith leie wel it shal be sowe
                                
                                  And thyn houses reised vp þat ben leide ful lowe
                                
                                  Thus saide the knyght to Gamelyn with mouth
                                
                                  And þought on falsenes as he wel couthe

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Title: The Ellesmere ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 5
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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