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Part	A
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PROLOGUE TO CHAUCER'S TALE OF SIR THOPAS	B
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Bihoold the murye wordes of the Hoost to Chaucer	C
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Whan seyd was al this miracle every man	D
As sobre was that wonder was to se	B
Til that oure Hooste japen tho bigan	E
And thanne at erst he looked upon me	F
And seyde thus 'What man artow ' quod he	F
'Thow lookest as thou woldest fynde an hare	G
For ever upon the ground I se thee stare	G
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Approche neer and looke up murily	H
Now war yow sires and lat this man have place	B
He in the waast is shape as wel as I	I
This were a popet in an arm tenbrace	B
For any womman smal and fair of face	B
He semeth elvyssh by his contenaunce	B
For unto no wight dooth he daliaunce	B
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Sey now somwhat syn oother folk han sayd	A
Telle us a tale of myrthe and that anon '	-
'Hooste ' quod I 'ne beth nat yvele apayed	A
For oother tale certes kan I noon	J
But of a ryme I lerned longe agoon '	-
'Ye that is good ' quod he 'now shul we heere	G
Som deyntee thyng me thynketh by his cheere '	-
Part	A
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SIR THOPAS	B
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Heere bigynneth Chaucers tale of Thopas	B
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Listeth lordes in good entent	A
And I wol telle verrayment	A
Of myrthe and of solas	B
Al of a knyght was fair and gent	A
In bataille and in tourneyment	A
His name was Sir Thopas	B
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Yborn he was in fer contree	G
In Flaundres al biyonde the see	B
At Poperyng in the place	B
His fader was a man ful free	B
And lord he was of that contree	B
As it was Goddes grace	B
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Sir Thopas wax a doghty swayn	J
Whit was his face as payndemayn	J
Hise lippes rede as rose	B
His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn	J
And I yow telle in good certayn	J
He hadde a semely nose	B
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His heer his berd was lyk saffroun	J
That to his girdel raughte adoun	J
Hise shoon of Cordewane	J
Of Brugges were his hosen broun	J
His robe was of syklatoun	J
That coste many a jane	J
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He koude hunte at wilde deer	B
And ride an haukyng for river	B
With grey goshauk on honde	A
Therto he was a good archeer	B
Of wrastlyng was ther noon his peer	B
Ther any ram shal stonde	A
	-
Ful many a mayde bright in bour	B
They moorne for hym paramour	B
Whan hem were bet to slepe	K
But he was chaast and no lechour	B
And sweete as is the brembulflour	B
That bereth the rede hepe	K
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And so bifel upon a day	A
Frosothe as I yow telle may	A
Sir Thopas wolde out ride	A
He worth upon his steede gray	A
And in his hand a launcegay	L
A long swerd by his side	A
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The priketh thurgh a fair forest	A
Therinne is many a wilde best	A
Ye both bukke and hare	B
And as he priketh north and est	A
I telle it yow hym hadde almest	A
Bitidde a sory care	B
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Ther spryngen herbes grete and smale	H
The lycorys and cetewale	H
And many a clowe gylofre	B
And notemuge to putte in ale	H
Wheither it be moyste or stale	H
Or for to leye in cofre	B
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The briddes synge it is no nay	A
The sparhauk and the papejay	M
That joye it was to heere	B
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay	A
The wodedowve upon a spray	A
She sang ful loude and cleere	B
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Sir Thopas fil in love longynge	M
Al whan he herde the thrustel synge	M
And pryked as he were wood	A
His faire steede in his prikynge	M
So swatte that men myghte him wrynge	M
His sydes were al blood	A
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Sir Thopas eek so wery was	B
For prikyng on the softe gras	B
So fiers was his corage	M
That doun he leyde him in that plas	B
To make his steede som solas	B
And yaf hym good forage	M
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'O seinte Marie benedicite	A
What eyleth this love at me	B
To bynde me so soore	B
Me dremed al this nyght pardee	B
An elf queene shal my lemman be	B
And slepe under my goore	B
	-
An elf queene wol I love ywis	B
For in this world no womman is	B
Worthy to be my make	L
In towne	J
Alle othere wommen I forsake	L
And to an elf queene I me take	L
By dale and eek by downe '	-
	-
Into his sadel he clamb anon	J
And priketh over stile and stoon	J
An elf queene for tespye	N
Til he so longe hadde riden and goon	J
That he foond in a pryve woon	J
The contree of Fairye	N
So wilde	A
For in that contree was ther noon	J
That to him dorste ryde or goon	J
Neither wyf ne childe	A
	-
Til that ther cam a greet geaunt	A
His name was Sir Olifaunt	A
A perilous man of dede	A
He seyde 'Child by Termagaunt	A
But if thou prike out of myn haunt	A
Anon I sle thy steede	A
With mace	B
Heere is the queene of Fayerye	N
With harpe and pipe and symphonye	N
Dwellyng in this place '	-
	-
The child seyde 'Also moote I thee	B
Tomorwe wol I meete with thee	B
Whan I have myn armoure	B
And yet I hope par ma fay	A
That thou shalt with this launcegay	L
Abyen it ful sowre	B
Thy mawe	O
Shal I percen if I may	A
Er it be fully pryme of day	A
For heere thow shalt be slawe '	-
	-
Sir Thopas drow abak ful faste	A
This geant at hym stones caste	A
Out of a fel staf slynge	M
But faire escapeth Child Thopas	B
And al it was thurgh Goddes gras	B
And thurgh his fair berynge	M
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Yet listeth lordes to my tale	H
Murier than the nightyngale	H
For now I wol yow rowne	J
How Sir Thopas with sydes smale	H
Prikyng over hill and dale	H
Is comen agayn to towne	J
	-
His murie men comanded he	B
To make hym bothe game and glee	B
For nedes moste he fighte	A
With a geaunt with hevedes three	B
For paramour and jolitee	A
Of oon that shoon ful brighte	A
	-
'Do come he seyde 'my mynstrales	B
And geestours for to tellen tales	B
Anon in myn armynge	M
Of romances that been roiales	B
Of Popes and of Cardinales	B
And eek of love likynge '	-
	-
They fette hym first the sweete wyn	J
And mede eek in a mazelyn	J
And roial spicerye	N
And gyngebreed that was ful fyn	J
And lycorys and eek comyn	J
With sugre that is so trye	N
	-
He dide next his white leere	B
Of clooth of lake fyn and cleere	B
A breech and eek a sherte	A
And next his sherte an aketoun	J
And over that an haubergeoun	J
For percynge of his herte	A
	-
And over that a fyn hawberk	L
Was al ywroght of Jewes werk	L
Ful strong it was of plate	A
And over that his cote armour	B
As whit as is a lilye flour	B
In which he wol debate	A
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His sheeld was al of gold so reed	A
And therinne was a bores heed	A
A charbocle bisyde	A
And there he swoor on ale and breed	A
How that 'the geaunt shal be deed	A
Bityde what bityde '	-
	-
Hise jambeux were of quyrboilly	B
His swerdes shethe of yvory	B
His helm of laton bright	A
His sadel was of rewel boon	J
His brydel as the sonne shoon	J
Or as the moone light	A
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His spere it was of fyn ciprees	B
That bodeth werre and no thyng pees	B
The heed ful sharpe ygrounde	A
His steede was al dappull gray	B
It gooth an ambil in the way	B
Ful softely and rounde	A
In londe	A
Loo lordes myne heere is a fit	A
If ye wol any moore of it	A
To telle it wol I fonde	A
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The Second Fit	A
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Now holde youre mouth par charitee	A
Bothe knyght and lady free	B
And herkneth to my spelle	B
Of batailles and of chivalry	B
And of ladyes love drury	B
Anon I wol yow telle	B
	-
Men speken of romances of prys	B
Of Hornchild and of Ypotys	B
Of Beves and Sir Gy	M
Of Sir Lybeux and Pleyndamour	B
But Sir Thopas he bereth the flour	B
Of roial chivalry	B
	-
His goode steede al he bistrood	A
And forth upon his wey he glood	A
As sparcle out of the bronde	A
Upon his creest he bar a tour	B
And therinne stiked a lilie flour	B
God shilde his cors fro shonde	A
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And for he was a knyght auntrous	B
He nolde slepen in noon hous	B
But liggen in his hoode	A
His brighte helm was his wonger	B
And by hym baiteth his dextrer	B
Of herbes fyne and goode	A
	-
Hym self drank water of the well	B
As dide the knyght sir Percyvell	B
So worly under wede	A
Til on a day	A
	-
Heere the Hoost stynteth Chaucer of his Tale of Thopas	B
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'Na moore of this for Goddes dignitee '	-
Quod oure hooste 'for thou makest me	B
So wery of thy verray lewednesse	B
That also wisly God my soule blesse	B
Min eres aken of thy drasty speche	P
	-
Now swich a rym the devel I biteche	P
This may wel be rym dogerel ' quod he	B
'Why so ' quod I 'why wiltow lette me	B
Moore of my tale than another man	J
Syn that it is the beste tale I kan '	-
	-
'By God ' quod he 'for pleynly at a word	A
Thy drasty rymyng is nat worth a toord	A
Thou doost noght elles but despendest tyme	B
Sir at o word thou shalt no lenger ryme	B
Lat se wher thou kanst tellen aught in geeste	A
	-
Or telle in prose somwhat at the leeste	A
In which ther be som murthe or som doctryne '	-
'Gladly ' quod I 'by Goddes sweete pyne	J
I wol yow telle a litel thyng in prose	B
That oghte liken yow as I suppose	B
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Or elles certes ye been to daungerous	B
It is a moral tale	B