Continue reading with a SparkNotes PLUS trial

Original Text

Modern Text

Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And shortly for to tellen, as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knight, Of which ful blythe and glad was every wight; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By forward and by composicioun, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this gode man saugh it was so, As he that wys was and obedient To kepe his forward by his free assent, He seyde: ‘Sin I shal biginne the game, What, welcome be the cut, a Goddes name! Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.’ Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And shortly for to tellen, as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knight, Of which ful blythe and glad was every wight; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By forward and by composicioun, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this gode man saugh it was so, As he that wys was and obedient To kepe his forward by his free assent, He seyde: ‘Sin I shal biginne the game, What, welcome be the cut, a Goddes name! Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.’
And with that word we riden forth our weye; And he bigan with right a mery chere His tale anon, and seyde in this manere. And with that word we riden forth our weye; And he bigan with right a mery chere His tale anon, and seyde in this manere.
HERE ENDETH THE PROLOG OF THIS BOOK. HERE ENDETH THE PROLOG OF THIS BOOK.

Original Text

Modern Text

Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And shortly for to tellen, as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knight, Of which ful blythe and glad was every wight; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By forward and by composicioun, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this gode man saugh it was so, As he that wys was and obedient To kepe his forward by his free assent, He seyde: ‘Sin I shal biginne the game, What, welcome be the cut, a Goddes name! Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.’ Anon to drawen every wight bigan, And shortly for to tellen, as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas, The sothe is this, the cut fil to the knight, Of which ful blythe and glad was every wight; And telle he moste his tale, as was resoun, By forward and by composicioun, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this gode man saugh it was so, As he that wys was and obedient To kepe his forward by his free assent, He seyde: ‘Sin I shal biginne the game, What, welcome be the cut, a Goddes name! Now lat us ryde, and herkneth what I seye.’
And with that word we riden forth our weye; And he bigan with right a mery chere His tale anon, and seyde in this manere. And with that word we riden forth our weye; And he bigan with right a mery chere His tale anon, and seyde in this manere.
HERE ENDETH THE PROLOG OF THIS BOOK. HERE ENDETH THE PROLOG OF THIS BOOK.