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'HEY Godde's mercy ' said our Hoste tho then	A
'Now such a wife I pray God keep me fro'	B
Lo suche sleightes and subtilities	C
In women be for aye as busy as bees	C
Are they us silly men for to deceive	D
And from the soothe will they ever weive truth swerve depart	E
As this Merchante's tale it proveth well	F
But natheless as true as any steel	G
I have a wife though that she poore be	H
But of her tongue a labbing shrew is she chattering	I
And yet she hath a heap of vices mo' moreover	B
Thereof no force let all such thinges go no matter	B
But wit ye what in counsel be it said know secret confidence	C
Me rueth sore I am unto her tied	J
For an' I shoulde reckon every vice if	K
Which that she hath y wis I were too nice certainly foolish	L
And cause why it should reported be	H
And told her by some of this company	H
By whom it needeth not for to declare	B
Since women connen utter such chaffare	B
And eke my wit sufficeth not thereto	J
To tellen all wherefore my tale is do done	M
Squier come near if it your wille be	H
And say somewhat of love for certes ye	H
Conne thereon as much as any man ' know about it	J
'Nay Sir ' quoth he 'but such thing as I can	N
With hearty will for I will not rebel	O
Against your lust a tale will I tell pleasure	B
Have me excused if I speak amiss	C
My will is good and lo my tale is this '	P
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At Sarra in the land of Tartary	B
There dwelt a king that warrayed Russie made war on	Q
Through which there died many a doughty man	N
This noble king was called Cambuscan	N
Which in his time was of so great renown	N
That there was nowhere in no regioun	N
So excellent a lord in alle thing	I
Him lacked nought that longeth to a king	I
As of the sect of which that he was born	N
He kept his law to which he was y sworn	N
And thereto he was hardy wise and rich moreover besides	C
And piteous and just always y lich alike even tempered	J
True of his word benign and honourable	O
Of his corage as any centre stable firm immovable of spirit	J
Young fresh and strong in armes desirous	C
As any bachelor of all his house	C
A fair person he was and fortunate	J
And kept alway so well his royal estate	J
That there was nowhere such another man	N
This noble king this Tartar Cambuscan	N
Hadde two sons by Elfeta his wife	R
Of which the eldest highte Algarsife	R
The other was y called Camballo	O
A daughter had this worthy king also	C
That youngest was and highte Canace	H
But for to telle you all her beauty	H
It lies not in my tongue nor my conning skill	O
I dare not undertake so high a thing	I
Mine English eke is insufficient	J
It muste be a rhetor excellent orator	B
That couth his colours longing for that art see	H
If he should her describen any part	J
I am none such I must speak as I can	N
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And so befell that when this Cambuscan	N
Had twenty winters borne his diadem	S
As he was wont from year to year I deem	T
He let the feast of his nativity his birthday party	H
Do crye throughout Sarra his city be proclaimed	J
The last Idus of March after the year	B
Phoebus the sun full jolly was and clear	B
For he was nigh his exaltation	N
In Marte's face and in his mansion	N
In Aries the choleric hot sign	N
Full lusty was the weather and benign pleasant	J
For which the fowls against the sunne sheen bright	J
What for the season and the younge green	N
Full loude sange their affections	C
Them seemed to have got protections	C
Against the sword of winter keen and cold	J
This Cambuscan of which I have you told	J
In royal vesture sat upon his dais	C
With diadem full high in his palace	C
And held his feast so solemn and so rich	U
That in this worlde was there none it lich like	V
Of which if I should tell all the array	B
Then would it occupy a summer's day	B
And eke it needeth not for to devise describe	W
At every course the order of service	C
I will not tellen of their strange sewes dishes	C
Nor of their swannes nor their heronsews young herons	C
Eke in that land as telle knightes old	J
There is some meat that is full dainty hold	J
That in this land men reck of it full small care for	B
There is no man that may reporten all	O
I will not tarry you for it is prime	X
And for it is no fruit but loss of time	X
Unto my purpose I will have recourse story	H
And so befell that after the third course	C
While that this king sat thus in his nobley noble array	B
Hearing his ministreles their thinges play	B
Before him at his board deliciously	H
In at the halle door all suddenly	H
There came a knight upon a steed of brass	C
And in his hand a broad mirror of glass	C
Upon his thumb he had of gold a ring	I
And by his side a naked sword hanging	I
And up he rode unto the highe board	J
In all the hall was there not spoke a word	J
For marvel of this knight him to behold	J
Full busily they waited young and old watched	J
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This strange knight that came thus suddenly	H
All armed save his head full richely	H
Saluted king and queen and lordes all	H
By order as they satten in the hall	H
With so high reverence and observance	C
As well in speech as in his countenance	C
That Gawain with his olde courtesy	H
Though he were come again out of Faerie	B
Him coulde not amende with a word could not better him	Y
And after this before the highe board by one word	J
He with a manly voice said his message	Z
After the form used in his language	Z
Withoute vice of syllable or letter fault	J
And for his tale shoulde seem the better	B
Accordant to his worde's was his cheer demeanour	B
As teacheth art of speech them that it lear learn	N
Albeit that I cannot sound his style	H
Nor cannot climb over so high a stile	H
Yet say I this as to commune intent general sense or meaning	I
Thus much amounteth all that ever he meant this is the sum of	R
If it so be that I have it in mind	J
He said 'The king of Araby and Ind	J
My liege lord on this solemne day	J
Saluteth you as he best can and may	J
And sendeth you in honour of your feast	J
By me that am all ready at your hest command	J
This steed of brass that easily and well	H
Can in the space of one day naturel	H
This is to say in four and twenty hours	C
Whereso you list in drought or else in show'rs	C
Beare your body into every place	C
To which your hearte willeth for to pace pass go	C
Withoute wem of you through foul or fair hurt injury	B
Or if you list to fly as high in air	B
As doth an eagle when him list to soar	B
This same steed shall bear you evermore	B
Withoute harm till ye be where you lest it pleases you	A2
Though that ye sleepen on his back or rest	J
And turn again with writhing of a pin twisting	I
He that it wrought he coude many a gin knew contrivance	C
He waited in any a constellation observed	J
Ere he had done this operation	N
And knew full many a seal and many a bond	J
This mirror eke that I have in mine hond	J
Hath such a might that men may in it see	B
When there shall fall any adversity	B
Unto your realm or to yourself also	C
And openly who is your friend or foe	C
And over all this if any lady bright	J
Hath set her heart on any manner wight	J
If he be false she shall his treason see	B
His newe love and all his subtlety	B
So openly that there shall nothing hide	J
Wherefore against this lusty summer tide	J
This mirror and this ring that ye may see	B
He hath sent to my lady Canace	B
Your excellente daughter that is here	B
The virtue of	R

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