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Wel curteysliche answerd sir Gij:
‘Sir,’ he seyd, ‘gramerci;
Ich vnder-fong þis present,
& þonke hir þat it hider sent;
Hir druerie ich vnder-fong,
Hir kniȝt to [be] wiþouten wrong.
Leue fere,’ he seyd, ‘herken to me,
What þat y schal telle þe:
Þis armes ichil the ȝiue,
& make riche while þou liue;
& al þine feren þat be wiþ þe
Riche ȝiftes schullen hauen of me,
& do ich-il ȝou grete honour
For þat maidens loue Blauncheflour.’
‘Gramerci, sir Gij,’ seyd he;
‘For armes come y nouȝt to þe,
Ac to þe maiden ichil wende,
& tel hir boþe ord & ende,
Blauncheflour, þat swete thing,
Ichil hir tel gode tiding.’
‘Sir,’ he seyd, ‘gramerci;
Ich vnder-fong þis present,
& þonke hir þat it hider sent;
Hir druerie ich vnder-fong,
Hir kniȝt to [be] wiþouten wrong.
Leue fere,’ he seyd, ‘herken to me,
What þat y schal telle þe:
Þis armes ichil the ȝiue,
& make riche while þou liue;
& al þine feren þat be wiþ þe
Riche ȝiftes schullen hauen of me,
& do ich-il ȝou grete honour
For þat maidens loue Blauncheflour.’
‘Gramerci, sir Gij,’ seyd he;
‘For armes come y nouȝt to þe,
Ac to þe maiden ichil wende,
& tel hir boþe ord & ende,
Blauncheflour, þat swete thing,
Ichil hir tel gode tiding.’
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