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For to warne his chevalry
That they should come to Hungry,
That worthy wedding for to se,
And come unto that mangerè,
That messenger full sone he wente,
And did the kinges commaundement, 1100
Anone he commaunded bothe olde and yynge
For to be at that weddyng,
Both dukes and erles of muche myght,
And ladyes that were fayre and bryght:
As soone as ever they herde the crye,
The lordes were full soone redy.
With myrth and game and muche playe,
They wedded them on a solempne daye.
A royall feest there was holde,
With dukes and erles and barons bolde,

barons bolde, 1110
And knyghtes and squyers of that countrè,
And fith with all the comunaltè:
And certaynly, as the story fayes,
The revell lasted forty dayes ;
Tyll on a day the kyng himselfe
To hym he toke his lordes twelfe,
And so he dyd the fquyer
That wedded his doughter dere,

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And even in the myddes of the hall
He made him kyng among them all;
And all the lordes everychone,
They made him homage fone anon;
And fithen they revelled all that day,
And toke theyr leve, and went theyr way,
Eche lorde unto his owne countrè,
Where that hym (thought] best to be.
That yong man, and the quene his wyfe,
With joy and blyfse they led theyr lyfe ;
For al fo farre as i have gone,
Suche two lovers fawe i none :
Therfore blessed may theyr foules be!
Amen, amen, for charytè !

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THE KNIGHT OF CURTESY, AND

THE FAIR LADY OF FAGUELL.

In Faguell, a fayre countrè,

A great lorde somtyme dyd dwell, Which had a lady fo fayre and fre

That all men good of her dyd tel.

Fayre and pleasaunt she was in fight,

Gentyl and amyable in eche degre, Chaste to her lorde, bothe day and nyght,

As is the turtyll upon the tre,

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All men her loved, bothe yonge and olde,

For her vertue and gentylneffe.
Also in that lande was a knight bolde,
Ryght wyse, and ful of doughtinesse.

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All men spake of his hardyneffe,

Ryche and poore of eche degre, So that they called him, doutlesse,

The noble knyght of curtesy.

This knight so curteys was and bolde,

That the lorde herde therof anone, He sayd that speke with him he wolde,

For hym the messengere is gone,

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Wyth a letter unto this knight,
· And sayd, Syr, i pray god you fe;
My lorde of Faguell you fendeth ryght

An hundred folde gretynge by me.

He praieth you in all hastynge

To come in his court for to dwell, And ye shal lake no maner of thynge,

As townes, towres, and many a castell.

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The curteyse knight was fone content,

And in all dilygence that might be Wyth the messyngere anone he went

This lorde to serve with humylitè.

Fast they rode bothe day and nyght,

Tyll he unto the lorde was come; And whan the lorde of hym had a fight,

Right frendly he did him welcome.

He gave hym towenes, castelles and towres,

Wherof all other had envye,
They thought to reve him his honoures,

By some treason or trechery.

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This lady, of whome i spake before,

Seyng this knight so good and kynde, Afore all men that ever were bore

She set on hym her herte and minde.

His paramour she thought to be,

Hym for to love wyth herte and minde, Nat in vyce but in chastytè,

As chyldren that together are kynde.

This knight also curteyse and wyse,

With herte and mynde both ferme and fast, 50 Lovyd this lady wythouten vyse,

Whyche tyll they dyed dyd ever laste.

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