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

                                
                                  Iohn my eldist sone schall haue plowes fyue.
                                
                                  That was myn fadris heritage while he was on lyue.
                                
                                  And my myddlist sone fyue plowes of londe.
                                
                                  That I halp for to gete with my right honde.
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                                  And all myn other purchas of londis and ledis. [Harl. 1758 folio 46b] 
                                
                                  That I be-quethe Gamelyn and all my good stedis.
                                
                                  And beseke you good men that lawe con of londe.
                                
                                  ffor Gamelyns loue that my quest stonde.
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                                  Thus dalt the knyght his londe bi his day.
                                
                                  Right on his deth bed sike ther he lay.
                                
                                  And sone aftirward he lay stoon stille.
                                
                                  And died whan tyme come as it was cristes wille.
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                                  A-noon as he was deed and vndir gras graue.
                                
                                  Sone the eldir brother giled the yong knaue
                                
                                  He toke in to his honde his londe and his lede.
                                
                                  And Gamelyn hym self to clothen and to fede.
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                                  He clothed hym and fedde hym yuell and eke wrothe.
                                
                                  And lete his londis for-fare and his housis bothe
                                
                                  His parkes and his wodis and dide no thyng welle.
                                
                                  And sithen he it a-bought on his owne felle.
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                                  So long was Gamelyn in his brothris halle.
                                
                                  ffor the strengest of good will thei doutedyn hym alle.
                                
                                  Ther was none ther yn nother yong ne olde.
                                
                                  That wolde wrath Gamelyn were he neuyr so bolde.
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                                  ¶ Gamelyn stood on a day in his brothers yerde.
                                
                                  And bigan with his honde to hondill his berde.
                                
                                  He thought on his londis that lay vnsawe.
                                
                                  And his faire okis that doune were drawe.
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                                  His Parkis were broken and his dere reuyd.
                                
                                  Of all his good stedis noon was hym bi-leuyd./
                                
                                  His housis were vn-hiled and full yuell dight
                                
                                  Tho thought Gamelyn it went not a-right.
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                                  Aftir-warde cam his brother walkyng thare.
                                
                                  And seide to Gamelyn is our mete yare.
                                
                                  Tho wrathed hym Gamelyn and swore bi goddis book.
                                
                                  Thou schalt go bake thi self I will not be thi Cook.

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Title: The Hengwrt 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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