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certeinly as soth as god is kyngTo take a wyf it is a glorious thingAnd namely whan a man is old and hoorThen is a wyf the fruyt of his tresoorThan sholde he take a yong wyf & a feirOn

a pleyHe nedis moot in to the pley assenteBut prechith not as freris do in lenteTo make vs for our old synnys wepeNe that thy tale make vs not to slepeTel vs som mery thing of auenturisYour termys your colours

A lusty playn habundaunt of vitaylWhere meny a toun and tour thou maist beholdeThat founded were in tyme of fadris oldAnd meny another delectabyl sightAnd saluces this noble contre hightA Markys somtyme lord was of that londAs were his

Hem thoughte she was anothir creatureFor that euer vertuous was sheShe was encrecid in suche excellenceOf the wyse god set in high bounteAnd so discreet and feir of eloquenceSo benigne and digne of reuerenceAnd coude so the peplis hertis

araye in ordenaunceAftir my list and therfore wolde I fayneThat hn were al suche maner of gouernaunceThou knowest eek of old al my plesaunceThugh thyn aray be badde and euyl be seyeDo thy deuoyr yet atte the leste wyNot only

likith it voidith anonThus semyth it to many a mannys sightNow than conclude I thus yf I mighteAt orliaunce som old felow fyndeThat hadde the monys mansions in myndeOr othir magik naturel aboueHe sholde wel make my brother haue his

quod the boy it nedith neuer a deelIt was me told or ye cam here two hourisHe was parde an old felow of yourisAl sodenly was he sleyn to nyghtFor dronke as he sat on his bench vprightTher cam a

Here endith the Pardoneris tale. And begynneth the Shipmannys tale.A Marchaunt somtyme was at seynt denysThat riche was wherfore men held him wiseA wyf he hadde of excellent beauteAnd compenable and reuelons was sheWhiche thing causith more dispenceThan worth

so rathe forto ryseNece quod he it oughte ynough suffiseFyue houris to slepe on a nyghtBut it were for an old pallid wightAs been thyse olde weddid men that lien & dareAs in a fourme sittith a wery hareWere al

thy benignyteAnd getist vs light of thy praiereTo giden vs vnto thy sone so dereMy konnyng is so week o blisful queneForto declare thyn high worthynesseThat I ne may thy wit susteneBut as a child of twelfmonth old of lesse

slow hym self and eke his fomen alleThis is to say the Pryncis euerichon̄And eke a thousand bodyes weere there slayn̄With fallyng of the greete tempil of stoon̄Of Sampson wole I nomore sayn̄Beth waar of this ensampil old & playn̄

In whiche his glory and his delit he hadThe fayrest childryn of the blood ryalOf Ierusalem he dede to gelde anoneAnd made ech of hem to be his thralAmong alle other daniel was oneThat was the wisest child of

For sweunys be but vaintees and IapesMen metyn alday of owlis and of apesAnd of many amase therwith alAnd dremyn of thing that neuir was ne shalBut sith I se that thou wolt here abydeAnd thus slouthen wilfully thy

manoir where dwellyd an old knyghte & a good hous∣holder / and there syr Gawayn asked the knyght yf he knewe ony auentures in that countrey / I shalle shewe yow somme to morne sayd the old knyghte / and

/ And thenne was he ware of an old manoyr / and thy∣der ranne the brachet / and soo ouer the brydge / Soo syre laun¦celot rode ouer that brydge that was old and feble / and whan he cam

receyue hem / & after to des∣troye them that ben his gestes / Syr said the knygʒt this is the old custome of this castel that whan a knyght cometh here / he must nedes fyghte with our lord /

whanne she sawe hym wake / she salewed hym / and he her ageyn / for eyther kn∣ewe other of old acqueyntaunce / thenne she told hym how she had sought hym longe and brode / and there she told

Tristram / thenne was syr Palomydes ashamed / Soo leue we them a lytyl whyle in the old castel / with the old knyght sir Darras / ¶ Now shall we speke of Kynge Arthur / that said to sir

/ Sire sayd sir kay the steward / yf ye goo now vnto your mete / ye shalle breke your old customme of your Courte / for ye haue not v∣sed on this day to sytte at your mete or

my lyf wherfor hit shall greue me ryghte sore the departycyon of this felauship / For I haue had an old customme to haue hem in my felauship / Capitulum Octauuum / ANd ther with the teres fylle in his

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