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

                                
                                  Thei dredyn hym full sore for werke that he wrought.
                                
                                  And for the faire companye that he thider brought.
                                
                                  Gamelyn yede to the yate and lete it vp wide.
                                
                                  He lete yn alle that gone wolde or ride.
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                                  And seide ye be welcome with-out any greue.
                                
                                  ffor we will be maisters here and axe no man leue.
                                
                                  Yestirday I left seide yong Gamelyne.
                                
                                  In my brother seler fyue toun wyne.
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                                  I will not this companye parten on twyn.
                                
                                  And ye will don aftir me while sope is ther-yn.
                                
                                  And if my brother gruche or make foule chere.
                                
                                  Other of spence of mete and drynke that we spende here.
                                
                                  I am our catour and bere our alther purs.
                                
                                  He schall haue for his grucchyng seynt Marie curs.
                                
                                  Mi brother is a nygon I swere be cristes ore.
                                
                                  And we will spende largely that he hath sparid yore.
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                                  And who that maketh grucchyng that we here dwelle.
                                
                                  He schall to the porter in to the draw welle.
                                
                                  Vij. daies and .vij. nyght Gamelyn helde his fest.
                                
                                  With moche solace was there and non chest.
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                                  In a litell toret his brother lay steke.
                                
                                  And sigh hem waste his good and dorst not speke.
                                
                                  ¶ Erly in a mornyng on the .viij. day.
                                
                                  The gestis come to Gamelyn and wolde gone here way.
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                                  Lordis seide Gamelyn will ye so hye.
                                
                                  All the wyne is not yet dronke so broke I myn eye.
                                
                                  Gamelyn in his herte was full wo.
                                
                                  When his gestis toke here leue fro hym for to go.
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                                  He wolde thei had dwellid lenger and thei seide nay.
                                
                                  But bi-taught Gamelyn god and good day.
                                
                                  Thus made Gamelyn his fest and brought it well to ende.
                                
                                  And after his gestis toke leue to wende.
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                                  ¶ Litheth and listenyth and holdith your tonge.
                                
                                  And ye schull here gamen of Gamelyn the yonge.
                                
                                  Herkenyth lordyngis and listneth a-right.
                                
                                  When alle gestis were gone how Gamelyn was dight./

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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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