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Sir Gawayn
In mony turned tyme tene þat wroȝten.
Mo ferlyes on þis folde han fallen here oft
Þen in any oþer þat I wot, wyn þat ilk tyme.
25Bot of alle þat here bult of Bretaygne kynges
Ay watȝ Arthur þe hendest, as I haf herde telle.
f. 91bForþi an aunter in erde I attle to schawe,
Þat a selly in siȝt summe men hit holden,
And an outtrage awenture of Arthureȝ wondereȝ.
30If ȝe wyl lysten þis laye bot a littel quile,
I schal telle hit astit, as I in toun herde,
with tongue,
As hit is stad and stoken
In stori stif and stronge,
35 With lel letteres loken,
In londe so hatȝ ben longe.
Mo ferlyes on þis folde han fallen here oft
Þen in any oþer þat I wot, wyn þat ilk tyme.
25Bot of alle þat here bult of Bretaygne kynges
Ay watȝ Arthur þe hendest, as I haf herde telle.
f. 91bForþi an aunter in erde I attle to schawe,
Þat a selly in siȝt summe men hit holden,
And an outtrage awenture of Arthureȝ wondereȝ.
30If ȝe wyl lysten þis laye bot a littel quile,
I schal telle hit astit, as I in toun herde,
with tongue,
As hit is stad and stoken
In stori stif and stronge,
35 With lel letteres loken,
In londe so hatȝ ben longe.
Þis kyng lay at Camylot vpon Krystmasse
With mony luflych lorde, ledeȝ of þe best,
Rekenly of þe Rounde Table alle þo rich breþer,
40With rych reuel oryȝt and rechless merþes.
Þer tournayed tulkes by[1] tymeȝ ful mony,
Justed ful jolilé þise gentyle kniȝtes,
Syþen kayred to þe court caroles to make.
For þer þe fest watȝ ilyche ful fiftn dayes,
45With alle þe mete and þe mirþe þat men couþe avyse;
Such glaum ande[2] gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn vpon dat, daunsyng on nyȝtes,
Al watȝ hap vpon heȝe in halleȝ and chambreȝ
With lordeȝ and ladies, as leuest him þoȝt.
50With alle þe wele of þe worlde þay woned þer samen,
Þe most kyd knyȝteȝ vnder Krysted seluen,
And þe louelokkest ladies þat þe court haldes;
For al watȝ þis fayre folk in her first age,
55 on sille,
With mony luflych lorde, ledeȝ of þe best,
Rekenly of þe Rounde Table alle þo rich breþer,
40With rych reuel oryȝt and rechless merþes.
Þer tournayed tulkes by[1] tymeȝ ful mony,
Justed ful jolilé þise gentyle kniȝtes,
Syþen kayred to þe court caroles to make.
For þer þe fest watȝ ilyche ful fiftn dayes,
45With alle þe mete and þe mirþe þat men couþe avyse;
Such glaum ande[2] gle glorious to here,
Dere dyn vpon dat, daunsyng on nyȝtes,
Al watȝ hap vpon heȝe in halleȝ and chambreȝ
With lordeȝ and ladies, as leuest him þoȝt.
50With alle þe wele of þe worlde þay woned þer samen,
Þe most kyd knyȝteȝ vnder Krysted seluen,
And þe louelokkest ladies þat þe court haldes;
For al watȝ þis fayre folk in her first age,
55 on sille,
