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

                                
                                  Whan thei hadden hym founde on knees thei hem setten.
                                
                                  And a-doun with here hood and her lorde gretten.
                                
                                  Sir wrath yow nought for the good rode.
                                
                                  ffor we han brought you tithyng but thei be not gode.
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                                  Now is thi brother schereue and hath the baillie.
                                
                                  And hath endited the and wolfes heed doth the crie.
                                
                                  Allas seide Gamelyn that euer I was so slak.
                                
                                  That I ne had broke his nekke tho I his rigge brak.
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                                  Goth greteth well boþe/ housbonde/ and wif.
                                
                                  I will be at the next schire haue god my lyf.
                                
                                  Gamelyn cam redy to the next schire.
                                
                                  And ther was his brother both lorde and sire.
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                                  Gamelyn boldely come in to the mote halle.
                                
                                  And put a-doun his hood amonge the lordis alle.
                                
                                  God saue you lordynges that here be.
                                
                                  But broke bak schereue euyll mote thou the.
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                                  Whi hast thou do me that schame and vilonye.
                                
                                  ffor to late endite me and wolfesheed do me crie./
                                
                                  Tho thought the fals knyght for to ben a-wreke. [Harl. 1758 folio 53b] 
                                
                                  And let Gamelyn most he no thyng speke.
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                                  Might ther be no grace but Gamelyn at the last.
                                
                                  Was cast in prison and feterid fast./
                                
                                  Gamelyn hath a brother/ that hight sir Ote.
                                
                                  As a good a knyght and hende as myght gon on fote.
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                                  A-non yede a messager to that good knyght.
                                
                                  And tolde hym all to-gider how Gamelyn was dight.
                                
                                  A-non as sire Ote herde how Gamelyn was dight.
                                
                                  He was right sory was he no thyng light.
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                                  And lete sadill a stede and the way he name.
                                
                                  And to his tweie bretheryn right sone he came.
                                
                                  Sire seide sir Ote to the schereue tho.
                                
                                  We ben but thre bretheren schull we neuer be mo.
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                                  And thou hast prisoned the best of vs alle.
                                
                                  Suche a nother brother euyll mote hym bi-falle.
                                
                                  Sir Ote seide the fals knyght late be thi curs/.
                                
                                  By god for thi wordis he schall fare the wurs.

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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 21
Publication: London :: Published for the Chaucer Society by N. Trübner,; 1868-1879.

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