& þe Grene Knyȝt
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Þe hapnest vnder heuen,
Kyng hyȝest mon of wylle;
Hit were[1] now grey nye to neuen
So hardy a here on hille.
Kyng hyȝest mon of wylle;
Hit were[1] now grey nye to neuen
So hardy a here on hille.
60Wyle Nw Ȝer watȝ so ȝep þat hit hatȝ nwe cummen,
Þat day doublle on þe dece watȝ þe douth serued,
Fro þe kyng watȝ cummen with knyȝtes into þe halle,
þe chauntré of þe chapel cheued to an ende.
Loude crye watȝ þer kest of clerkeȝ and oþer,
f. 92aNowel nayted onewe, neuened ful ofte;
66And syþen riche forth runnen on reche hondeselle,
Ȝeȝed ȝeres-ȝiftes on hiȝ, ȝelde hem bi hond,
Debated busyly about þo giftes;
Ladies laȝed ful loude, þoȝ þay lost haden,
And he þat wan watȝ not wrothe, þat may ȝe wel trawe.
71Alle þis mirþe þay maden to þe mete tyme;
When þay had waschen worþyly þay wenten to sete,
Þe best burne ay abof, as hit best semed,
Whene Guenore, ful gay, grayþed in þe myddes,
75Dressed on þe dere des, dubbed al aboute,
Smal sendal bisides, a selure hir ouer
Of tryed tolouse, of tars tapites innoghe,
Þat were enbrawded and beten wyth þe best gemmes
Þat myȝt be preued of prys wyth penyes to byte,
80 in daye.
Þe comlokest to discrye
Þer glent with yȝen gray,
A semloker þat euer he syȝe
Soth moȝt no mon say.
Þat day doublle on þe dece watȝ þe douth serued,
Fro þe kyng watȝ cummen with knyȝtes into þe halle,
þe chauntré of þe chapel cheued to an ende.
Loude crye watȝ þer kest of clerkeȝ and oþer,
f. 92aNowel nayted onewe, neuened ful ofte;
66And syþen riche forth runnen on reche hondeselle,
Ȝeȝed ȝeres-ȝiftes on hiȝ, ȝelde hem bi hond,
Debated busyly about þo giftes;
Ladies laȝed ful loude, þoȝ þay lost haden,
And he þat wan watȝ not wrothe, þat may ȝe wel trawe.
71Alle þis mirþe þay maden to þe mete tyme;
When þay had waschen worþyly þay wenten to sete,
Þe best burne ay abof, as hit best semed,
Whene Guenore, ful gay, grayþed in þe myddes,
75Dressed on þe dere des, dubbed al aboute,
Smal sendal bisides, a selure hir ouer
Of tryed tolouse, of tars tapites innoghe,
Þat were enbrawded and beten wyth þe best gemmes
Þat myȝt be preued of prys wyth penyes to byte,
80 in daye.
Þe comlokest to discrye
Þer glent with yȝen gray,
A semloker þat euer he syȝe
Soth moȝt no mon say.
85Bot Arthure wold not ete til al were serued,
He watȝ so joly of his joyfnes, and sumquat childgered:
His lif liked hym lyȝt, he louied þe lasse
Auþer to longe[2] lye or to longe sitte,
He watȝ so joly of his joyfnes, and sumquat childgered:
His lif liked hym lyȝt, he louied þe lasse
Auþer to longe[2] lye or to longe sitte,
