The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.

                                
                                  The champioun caste tornes to Gamelyn þat was preste
                                
                                  And Gamelyn stood stille and bad him don his beste
                                
                                  Thanne seyde Gamelyn to þe champioun
                                
                                  Thou art faste aboute to bringe me doun
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                                  Now I haue proued many tornes of þine
                                
                                  Thou most he seyde prouen on or tuo of myne
                                
                                  Gamelyn to þe champiōn yede smertly anoon
                                
                                  Of alle þe turnes þat he couþe he schewed him but oon
                                
                                  And kast him on þe left syde þat þe ribbes to-brak
                                  Line 245 
                                
                                  And þarto his oon arm þat yaf a gret crak
                                
                                  þan seyde Gamelyn smertly anoon
                                
                                  Schal it be holde for a cast or elles for noon
                                  Line 248 
                                
                                  By god seyde þe champioun wheþer þat it be
                                
                                  he comeþ oones in þin hond schal he neuer þe
                                
                                  Than seyde þe ffrankelein þat hadde his sone þere/
                                
                                  Blessed be þou Gamelyn þat euer þou bore were
                                  Line 252 
                                
                                  The ffrankeleyn seide to þe champiōn of him stod him non eye
                                
                                  This is ȝonge Gamelyn þat taughte þe þis pleye
                                
                                  Aȝein answerde þe Champioun þat liked noþing welle
                                
                                  he is oure alþer maister and his pley is right felle/
                                  Line 256 
                                
                                  Siþen I wrastlede ferst it is y-go ful yore [folio 65a] 
                                
                                  But I was neuere my lyf handled so sore
                                
                                  Gamelyn stood in þe place alone wiþoute sirk
                                
                                  And sayde if þer be moo lat hem come to werke
                                  Line 260 
                                
                                  The champion þat payned him to werke so sore
                                
                                  It semeth by his continance þat he wol no more
                                
                                  Gamelyn in þe place stood stille as a stoon
                                
                                  . . . . . [no gap in the MS.] 
                                  Line 264 
                                
                                  Ther was non with Gamelyn wolde wrastle more
                                
                                  ffor he handled þe Champiōn so wonderliche sore/
                                
                                  Tuo gentil men yemede þe place
                                
                                  Come to Gamelyn god ȝiue him goode grace
                                  Line 268 
                                
                                  And sayden to him do on þin hosen and þi schoon
                                
                                  ffor soþe at þis tyme þis faire is y-done
                                
                                  And þanne sayde Gamelyn so moot I wel fare
                                
                                  I haue nought ȝit haluendel sold my ware/

                                  Line 272

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Title: The Corpus ms (Corpus Christi coll., Oxford) of Chaucer's Canterbury tales. Ed. by Frederick J. Furnivall.
Author: Chaucer, Geoffrey, d. 1400.
Canvas: Page 136
Publication: London,: Pub. for the Chaucer society by N. Trübner & co.,; 1868-[1869]

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