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

                                
                                  whan I twynk on þe loke for to goon
                                
                                  And cast awey þe feteres and com to me anoon·
                                
                                  Adam seide Gamelyn blessed be þy bones
                                
                                  That is a good counseil ȝeuyng for þe nones
                                  Line 456 
                                
                                  If þey werne me þanne to brynge me out of bendes [folio 65a] 
                                
                                  I wol sette goode strokes right on here lendes
                                
                                  Tho þe sonday was I-come and folk to þe feste /
                                
                                  Faire þey were welcomed boþe lest and meste
                                  Line 460 
                                
                                  And euer as þey atte halle/ dore comen In·
                                
                                  They caste þeir eye on ȝonge Gamelyn
                                
                                  The fals knight his broþer ful of trechery
                                
                                  Alle þe gestes þat þer wer atte mangery
                                  Line 464 
                                
                                  Of Gamelyn his broþer he tolde hem with mouþe
                                
                                  Al þe harm and þe schame þat he telle couþe
                                
                                  Tho þey were serued Of messes tuo oþer þre
                                
                                  Than seyde Gamelyn how serue ȝe me
                                  Line 468 
                                
                                  It is nouȝt wel serued by god þat al made
                                
                                  That I sytte fastyng and oþer men make glade
                                
                                  The fals knight his broþer þer þat he stood
                                
                                  Tolde alle his gestes þat Gamelyn was wood
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                                  And Gamelyn stood stille and answerde nought
                                
                                  But adames wordes he held in his þought /
                                
                                  Tho Gamelyn gan speke dolfully wiþ alle /
                                
                                  To þe grete lordes þat saten in þe halle
                                  Line 476 
                                
                                  lordes he seyde for cristes passioun
                                
                                  helpeþ brynge Gamelyn out of prisoun
                                
                                  Than seyde an abbot sorwe on his cheeke
                                
                                  he schal haue cristes curs and seynte maries eeke
                                  Line 480 
                                
                                  That þe out of prisoun beggeþ oþer borwe
                                
                                  But euer worthe hem wel þat doþ þe moche sorwe
                                
                                  After þat abbot þan spak anoþer
                                
                                  I wold þin heed were of þough þou were my broþer
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                                  Alle þat þe borwe / foule mot hem falle
                                
                                  Thus þey seyde alle þat were in þe halle
                                
                                  Than seyde a priour yuel mot he þryue
                                
                                  It is moche skaþe boy þat þou art on lyue

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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 142
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1885.

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