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For to warne his chevalry
barons bolde, 1110
And even in the myddes of the hall
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,
All men her loved, bothe yonge and olde,
For her vertue and gentylneffe.
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,
Wyth a letter unto this knight,
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.
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,
By some treason or trechery.
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.