The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  Some for Gamelynes loue / and some for his eyȝe /
                                
                                  Alle þey drowe by halues // þo he gan to pleyȝe /
                                
                                  what how now seyde Gamelyn euel mot ȝe thee
                                
                                  wil ȝe bygynne contek and so sone flee /
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                                  Gamelyn sought his broþer / whider he was flowe
                                
                                  And saugh wher he loked out / at a wyndowe /
                                
                                  Broþer sayde Gamelyn com a litel ner
                                
                                  And I wil teche þe a play atte bokeler
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                                  his broþer him answerde and swor by seynt Rycher
                                
                                  whil þe pestel is in þin hond I wil come no neer
                                
                                  Broþer I wil make þy pees / I swere by cristes ore
                                
                                  Cast away þe pestel and wraþþe þe nomore /
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                                  I mot neede sayde Gamelyn wraþþe me at oones
                                
                                  For thou wolde make þy men to breke myne boones
                                
                                  Ne had I hadde mayn and might in myn armes
                                
                                  To haue I-put hem fro me he wolde haue do me harmes
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                                  Gamelyn sayde his broþer be þou nought wroþ
                                
                                  For to seen þe haue harm it were me right loþ
                                
                                  I ne dide it nouȝt broþer but for a fondyng
                                
                                  For to loken or þou were strong and art so ying
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                                  Com a doun þan to me and graunte me my bone
                                
                                  Of þing I wil þe aske / and we schul saughte sone
                                
                                  Doun þan cam his broþer þat fykil was and felle
                                
                                  And was swiþe sore agast of þe pestelle
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                                  he seyde broþer Gamelyn aske me þy boone [folio 61a] 
                                
                                  And loke þou me blame but I graunte sone
                                
                                  Thanne seyde Gamelyn broþer I-wys
                                
                                  And we schulle ben at oon þou most me graunte þis
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                                  Al þat my fader me byquath whil he was on lyue /
                                
                                  Þou most do me it haue ȝif we schul nat stryue /
                                
                                  That schalt þou haue Gamelyn I swere by cristes ore
                                
                                  Al þat þi fader the byquaþ þough þou woldest haue more
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                                  Thy lond þat lyþ laye ful wel it schal be sowe
                                
                                  And þyn howses reysed vp þat ben leyd so lowe
                                
                                  Thus seyde þe knight to Gamelyn wiþ mowthe /
                                
                                  And þought eek of falsnes / as he wel couþe /

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Title: The Harleian ms. 7334 of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 133
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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