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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.’ oenrvyEe wedr a wtras, nda—to kame a onlg rytos rhsot—smwohoe teh hktgin rwde teh reotsths rwats, eehtwrh by atef or ideatncc. oyEvener saw reieveld ttha he wlduo be the itrsf to go. dAn htat swa taht. ehT good hgnkti, ofr ihs atpr, nddi’t pacimlno at lla, tub eksduc it up nda asdi, “Lkoos like it’s me. uMst be God’s will! Now let’s egt ogign, and ilnste to my rytso.”
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. ndA wtih atth, we set uto on ruo yaw to anbreurytC. eTh khgitn engab ihs ryost eediiaymmlt dan isad . . .
HERE ENDETH THE PROLOG OF THIS BOOK. IHST IS HTE DNE OF ETH EGLRNAE OELGRUOP.