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Fitt	A
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Lithes and listneth and harkeneth aright	A
And ye shul here of a doughty knyght	A
Sire John of Boundes was his name	B
He coude of norture and of mochel game	B
Thre sones the knyght had and with his body he wan	C
The eldest was a moche schrewe and sone bygan	C
His brether loved wel her fader and of hym were agast	A
The eldest deserved his faders curs and had it atte last	A
The good knight his fadere lyved so yore	D
That deth was comen hym to and handled hym ful sore	D
The good knyght cared sore sik ther he lay	E
How his children shuld lyven after his day	E
He had bene wide where but non husbonde he was	F
Al the londe that he had it was purchas	F
Fayn he wold it were dressed amonge hem alle	E
That eche of hem had his parte as it myght falle	E
Thoo sente he in to contrey after wise knyghtes	F
To helpen delen his londes and dressen hem to rightes	F
He sent hem word by letters thei shul hie blyve	G
If thei wolle speke with hym whilst he was alyve	G
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Whan the knyghtes harden sik that he lay	E
Had thei no rest neither nyght ne day	E
Til thei come to hym ther he lay stille	E
On his dethes bedde to abide goddys wille	E
Than seide the good knyght seke ther he lay	E
'Lordes I you warne for soth without nay	E
I may no lenger lyven here in this stounde	E
For thorgh goddis wille deth droueth me to grounde '	-
Ther nas noon of hem alle that herd hym aright	E
That thei ne had routh of that ilk knyght	E
And seide 'Sir for goddes love dismay you nought	E
God may don boote of bale that is now ywrought '	-
Than speke the good knyght sik ther he lay	E
'Boote of bale God may sende I wote it is no nay	E
But I beseche you knyghtes for the love of me	H
Goth and dresseth my londes amonge my sones thre	D
And for the love of God deleth not amyss	F
And forgeteth not Gamelyne my yonge sone that is	F
Taketh hede to that oon as wel as to that other	D
Seelde ye seen eny hier helpen his brother '	-
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Thoo lete thei the knyght lyen that was not in hele	E
And wenten into counselle his londes for to dele	E
For to delen hem alle to on that was her thought	E
And for Gamelyn was yongest he shuld have nought	E
All the londe that ther was thei dalten it in two	I
And lete Gamelyne the yonge without londe goo	I
And eche of hem seide to other ful loude	E
His bretheren myght yeve him londe whan he good cowde	E
And whan thei had deled the londe at her wille	E
They commen to the knyght ther he lay stille	E
And tolde him anoon how thei had wrought	E
And the knight ther he lay liked it right nought	E
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Than seide the knyght 'Be Seint Martyne	E
For al that ye han done yit is the londe myne	E
For Goddis love neighbours stondeth alle stille	E
And I wil delen my londe after myn owne wille	E
John myne eldest sone shal have plowes fyve	G
That was my faders heritage whan he was alyve	G
And my myddelest sone fyve plowes of londe	E
That I halpe forto gete with my right honde	E
And al myn other purchace of londes and ledes	F
That I biquethe Gamelyne and alle my good stedes	F
And I biseche you good men that lawe conne of londe	E
For Gamelynes love that my quest stonde '	-
Thus dalt the knyght his londe by his day	E
Right on his deth bed sik ther he lay	E
And sone afterward he lay stoon stille	E
And deide whan tyme come as it was Cristes wille	E
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Anoon as he was dede and under gras grave	G
Sone the elder brother giled the yonge knave	G
He toke into his honde his londe and his lede	E
And Gamelyne him selven to clothe and to fede	E
He clothed him and fedde him evell and eke wroth	J
And lete his londes forfare and his houses bothe	J
His parkes and his wodes and did no thing welle	E
And sithen he it abought on his owne felle	E
So longe was Gamelyne in his brothers halle	E
For the strengest of good will they douted hym alle	E
Ther was noon therinne neither yonge ne olde	E
That wolde wroth Gamelyne were he never so bolde	E
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Gamelyne stood on a day in his brotheres yerde	E
And byganne with his hond to handel his berde	E
He thought on his landes that lay unsowe	I
And his fare okes that doune were ydrawe	I
His parkes were broken and his deer reved	E
Of alle his good stedes noon was hym byleved	E
His hous were unhilled and ful evell dight	E
Tho thought Gamelyne it went not aright	E
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Afterward come his brother walking thare	D
And seide to Gamelyne 'Is our mete yare '	-
Tho wrathed him Gamelyne and swore by Goddys boke	I
'Thow schalt go bake thi self I wil not be thi coke '	-
'What brother Gamelyne howe answerst thou nowe	I
Thou spekest nevere such a worde as thou dost nowe '	-
'By feithe ' seide Gamelyne 'now me thenketh nede	E
Of al the harmes that I have I toke never yit hede	E
My parkes bene broken and my dere reved	E
Of myn armes ne my stedes nought is byleved	E
Alle that my fader me byquathe al goth to shame	B
And therfor have thou Goddes curs brother be thi name '	-
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Than spake his brother that rape was and rees	F
'Stond stille gadlynge and holde thi pees	F
Thou shalt be fayn to have thi mete and thi wede	E
What spekest thow gadelinge of londe or of lede '	-
Than seide Gamelyne the child so yinge	K
'Cristes curs mote he have that me clepeth gadelinge	K
I am no wors gadeling ne no wors wight	E
But born of a lady and gete of a knyght '	-
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Ne dorst he not to Gamelyn never a foot goo	I
But cleped to hym his men and seide to hem thoo	J
'Goth and beteth this boye and reveth hym his witte	E
And lat him lerne another tyme to answere me bette '	-
Than seide the childe yonge Gamelyne	E
'Cristes curs mote thou have brother art thou myne	E
And if I shal algates be beten anoon	E
Cristes curs mote thou have but thou be that oon '	-
And anon his brother in that grete hete	E
Made his men to fette staves Gamelyn to bete	E
Whan every of hem had a staf ynomen	E
Gamelyn was werre whan he segh hem comen	E
Whan Gamelyne segh hem comen he loked overall	E
And was ware of a pestel stode under the wall	E
Gamelyn was light and thider gan he lepe	L
And droof alle his brotheres men right sone on an hepe	L
And loked as a wilde lyon and leide on good wone	E
And whan his brother segh that he byganne to gon	E
He fley up into a loft and shette the door fast	E
Thus Gamelyn with his pestel made hem al agast	E
Some for Gamelyns love and some for eye	M
Alle they droughen hem to halves whan he gan to pleye	M
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'What now ' seyde Gamelyne 'evel mot ye the	J
Wil ye bygynne contecte and so sone flee '	-
Gamelyn sought his brother whider he was flowe	I
And seghe where he loked out a wyndowe	I
'Brother ' sayde Gamelyne 'com a litel nere	D
And I wil teche thee a play at the bokelere '	-
His brother him answerde and seide by Seint Richere	D
'The while that pestel is in thine honde I wil come no nere	D
Brother I will make thi pees I swer by Cristes oore	D
Cast away the pestel and wrethe the no more '	-
'I most nede ' seide Gamelyn 'wreth me at onys	F
For thou wold make thi men to breke my bonys	F
Ne had I hadde mayn and myght in myn armes	F
To han hem fro me thei wold have done me harmes '	-
'Gamelyn ' seide his brother 'be thou not wroth	J
For to sene the han harme me were right loth	J
I ne did it not brother but for a fondinge	K
For to loken wher thou art stronge and art so yenge '	-
'Come adoune than to me and graunt me my bone	E
Of oon thing I wil the axe and we shal saught sone '	-
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Doune than come his brother that fikel was and felle	E
And was swith sore afeerd of the pestelle	E
He seide 'Brother Gamelyn axe me thi bone	E
And loke thou me blame but I it graunte sone '	-
Than seide Gamelyn 'Brother iwys	F
And we shul be at one thou most graunte me this	F
Alle that my fader me byquath whilst he was alyve	G
Thow most do me it have if we shul not strive '	-
'That shalt thou have Gamelyn I swere be Cristes oore	D
Al that thi fadere the byquathe though thou wolde have more	D
Thy londe that lith ley wel it shal be sawe	I
And thine houses reised up that bene leide ful lawe '	-
Thus seide the knyght to Gamelyn with mouthe	J
And thought on falsnes as he wel couthe	J
The knyght thought on tresoun and	E

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