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

                                
                                  Whan I wynk on the loke for to gone.
                                
                                  And cast a-weie thi feters and come to me a-none.
                                
                                  Adam seide Gamelyn blessid be thy bones.
                                
                                  That is a good counseile yeuen for the nones.
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                                  Yf thei warne me to bryng me out of bendis.
                                
                                  I will sette good strokes right on here lendis.
                                
                                  Tho the sonday was comen and folke to the feste.
                                
                                  ffaire thei were welcomed bothe leste and meste.
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                                  And euer as thei at halle dore come yn.
                                
                                  Thei cast here ye on yong Gamelyn.
                                
                                  The fals knyght his brother full of trecherie.
                                
                                  Alle the gestis that ther were at the mangerie.
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                                  Of Gamelyn his brother he tolde hem with mouth.
                                
                                  All the harme and the schame that he telle couth.
                                
                                  Tho thei were seruyd of messis two or thre.
                                
                                  Than seide Gamelyn how serue ye me.
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                                  It is noght well seruyd bi god that all made.
                                
                                  That I sitte fastyng and other men make glade.
                                
                                  The fals knyght his brother ther as he stood.
                                
                                  Tolde alle gestis that Gamelyn was wood.
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                                  And Gamelyn stood stille and vnswared right noght.
                                
                                  But Adams wordis he helde in his thoght.
                                
                                  Tho Gamelyn gan speke deolfully with alle.
                                
                                  To the gret lordis that seeten in the halle.
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                                  Lordis he seide for cristes passion.
                                
                                  Helpe to bryng Gamelyn out of prison.
                                
                                  Than seide an Abbot sorow on his cheke.
                                
                                  He schall haue cristes curs and seynt maries eke.
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                                  That the out of prison beggith or borow.
                                
                                  But euer worth hym well that doth the moche sorow.
                                
                                  Aftir that abbot than spake a nother.
                                
                                  I wolde thyn heed were of theigh thou were my brother.
                                
                                  Alle that the borow foule mote hem falle.
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                                  Thus thei seiden alle that were in the halle.
                                
                                  Than seide a priour euyll mote he preue.
                                
                                  It is gret sorow and care boy thou art on lyue. [Harl. 1758 folio 51a]

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Title: The Hengwrt ms of Chaucer's Canterbury tales / edited by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 14
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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