[6-text p 197]
In londe
loo lordes myn heere is a fyt
If ȝe wyln any more of it
To telle it I wol fonde
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[The Second Fit.]
¶ Now holde ȝoure mouth par charite
Bothe knyght and lady free
and herkeneth to my spelle
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Of bataille and of cheualry
And of ladies loue drury
A-noon I wol ȝow telle
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Men speken of romaunces of pris
Of horn Child and of ypotis
Of Beus and Sire Guy
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Of sire libeus and pleyndamour
But sire Thopas he bereth the flour
Of real Chyualrie
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his good steede al he bystrod
And forth vp-on his weye he wold [rod]
As sparcle out of the brond
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Vp-on his creste he bar a Tour
And þere-Inne stiked a lilye flour
god shilde his cors fro shonde
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And forth he was knyght Auntrous
he nolde slepen in noon hous
But lyggen in his hode
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his bright helm was his wonger
And by him baiteth his destrer
Of Erbes fyve & goode
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