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For to warne his chevalry

That they should come to Hungry,

That worthy wedding for to fe,

And come unto that mangerè.

That mesfenger full fone he wente,

And did the kinges commaundement.

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 foone as ever they herde the crye,
The lordes were full foone redy.
With myrth and game and muche playe,
They wedded them on a folempne daye.
A royall feest there was holde,

With dukes and erles and barons bolde,

And knyghtes and fquyers 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 himfelfe
To hym he toke his lordes twelfe,
And fo 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 blyffe they led theyr lyfe;
For al fo farre as i have gone,

Suche two lovers fawe i none :

Therfore blefsed 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 fomtyme 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,
Chafte to her lorde, bothe day and nyght,
As is the turtyll upon the tre.

All men her loved, bothe yonge

and olde,

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For her vertue and gentylneffe.
Alfo in that lande was a knight bolde,
Ryght wyfe, and ful of doughtineffe.

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All men fpake of his hardyneffe,

Ryche and poore of eche degre, So that they called him, doutleffe, The noble knyght of curtesy.

This knight fo curteys was and bolde,
That the lorde herde therof anone,
He fayd that speke with him he wolde,
For hym the mesfengere is gone,

Wyth a letter unto this knight,

And fayd, Syr, i pray god you fe; My lorde of Faguell you fendeth ryght An hundred folde gretynge by me.

He praieth you in all haftynge

To come in his court for to dwell,
And ye fhal lake no maner of thynge,
As townes, towres; and many a castell.

The curteyfe knight was fone content,

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

This lorde to ferve with humylitè.

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Faft 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 fome treafon or trechery.

This lady, of whome i spake before,
Seyng this knight fo good and kynde,
Afore all men that ever were bore

She fet 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 alfo curteyfe and wyfe,

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With herte and mynde both ferme and faft, 50

Lovyd this lady wythouten vyfe,

Whyche tyll they dyed dyd ever lafte.

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