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Þe seriant goþ & lete Gij þare,
Þat liueþ in ioie and nouȝt in care.
Tvay swaines Gij clepeþ him to,
Anon he seyd to hem bo:
‘This present ȝe schullen vnderfong,
& wende þer-wiþ into Inglond,
& present þer-wiþ bi mi word
Rohaut, mi kinde lord.’
& when þai herd what he hem hete,
In her way þai dede hem skete,
& went þe[r]wiþ in-to Inglond,
& þerl Rohaut þer þai fond.
Þe gerfauk and þe gode stede,
Þe tvai grehoundes wiþ hem ȝede;
Þerl þai made þer-wiþ present,
Þat sir Gij wan in turnament.
& anon þai him teld
Gij was þe best in þe feld,
& þat he was best y-teld bi
Of al þe kniȝtes of Normandi.
Þat liueþ in ioie and nouȝt in care.
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Anon he seyd to hem bo:
‘This present ȝe schullen vnderfong,
& wende þer-wiþ into Inglond,
& present þer-wiþ bi mi word
Rohaut, mi kinde lord.’
& when þai herd what he hem hete,
In her way þai dede hem skete,
& went þe[r]wiþ in-to Inglond,
& þerl Rohaut þer þai fond.
Þe gerfauk and þe gode stede,
Þe tvai grehoundes wiþ hem ȝede;
Þerl þai made þer-wiþ present,
Þat sir Gij wan in turnament.
& anon þai him teld
Gij was þe best in þe feld,
& þat he was best y-teld bi
Of al þe kniȝtes of Normandi.
Þerl þer-of wel glad he was,
& þonked god of þat gras;
& Felice þe feir dede al-so,
When þe tiding come hir to;
And al his frendes eld and ȝing
Glad were of þat tiding.
& þonked god of þat gras;
& Felice þe feir dede al-so,
When þe tiding come hir to;
And al his frendes eld and ȝing
Glad were of þat tiding.
Nov Gij wendeþ in-to fer lond,
More of auentours for to fond;
Forþ he went in-to Speyne,
& after in-to Almeyne.
Þer nas noiþer turnament no burdis,
Þat Gij þer-of no wan þe priis.
He was out al þat ȝer
In mani londes fer & ner,
And best is teld vnder sunne,
& mest frendes haþ y-wonne.
More of auentours for to fond;
Forþ he went in-to Speyne,
& after in-to Almeyne.
Þer nas noiþer turnament no burdis,
Þat Gij þer-of no wan þe priis.
He was out al þat ȝer
In mani londes fer & ner,
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& mest frendes haþ y-wonne.
Þan seyd Herhaud to sir Gij
(His maister he was & kniȝt hardi):
‘In-to Inglond we schul nov go,
So wele so we may it do,
For we han ouer al y-be,
Þe pris y-wonne in euerich cuntre.’
Gij seyd, ‘maister, y grant wel;
At þi wil be it eueridel.’
‘Now we han ben her & tar,
Þe pris y-wonne euer ay-war;
To king Aþelston þou schalt aqueynt þe
Of Inglond þat is so fre,
& wiþ þe barouns also,
So wele þou may it nov do.
(His maister he was & kniȝt hardi):
‘In-to Inglond we schul nov go,
So wele so we may it do,
For we han ouer al y-be,
Þe pris y-wonne in euerich cuntre.’
Gij seyd, ‘maister, y grant wel;
At þi wil be it eueridel.’
‘Now we han ben her & tar,
Þe pris y-wonne euer ay-war;
To king Aþelston þou schalt aqueynt þe
Of Inglond þat is so fre,
& wiþ þe barouns also,
So wele þou may it nov do.
Gij seyd, ‘tomorwe, when it is day,
Wende we wil in our way.’
& when þe day is y-come,
In her way þai ben y-nome;
Ouer se þai gan wende
In Inglond þai gun lende.
Anon þai com to king Athelston,
Wel fair he hem vnder-fenge anon;
Wiþ erls & barouns aqueynt him dede
Þat riche ȝiftes him bede.
Wende we wil in our way.’
& when þe day is y-come,
In her way þai ben y-nome;
Ouer se þai gan wende
In Inglond þai gun lende.
Anon þai com to king Athelston,
Wel fair he hem vnder-fenge anon;
Wiþ erls & barouns aqueynt him dede
Þat riche ȝiftes him bede.
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