[6-text p 197]
In londe
¶ Loo lordes myne / heere is a fit
If ye wol any moore of it
To telle it / wol I fonde
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[The Second Fit.]
NOw holde youre mouth par charitee
Bothe knyght and lady free
And herkneth to my spelle
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¶ Of batailles / and of Chiualry
And of ladyes / loue drury
Anon I wol yow telle
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¶ Men speken of Romances of prys
Of Hornchild / and of Ypotys
Of Beves and of sir Gy
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Of sir lybeux and pleyn damour
But sir Thopas / he bereth the flour
Of Roial Chiualry
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¶ His goode Steede / al he bistrood
And forth / vpon his wey he rood
As sparcle / out of the bronde
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¶ Vp on his Creest He bar a tour [folio 157a]
And ther Inne / stiked a lilie flour
God shilde his cors fro shonde
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¶ And for he was / a knyght Auntrous
He nolde slepen / in noon hous
But liggen in his hoode
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¶ His brighte helm / was his wonger
And by hym / baiteth his dextrer
Of herbes fyne and goode
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