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HERE BIGINNETH CHAUCERS TALE OF THOPAS. HERE BIGINNETH CHAUCERS TALE OF THOPAS.
Listeth, lordes, in good entent, And I wol telle verrayment     Of mirthe and of solas; Al of a knyght was fair and gent In bataille and in tourneyment,     His name was sir Thopas. Listeth, lordes, in good entent, And I wol telle verrayment     Of mirthe and of solas; Al of a knyght was fair and gent In bataille and in tourneyment,     His name was sir Thopas.
Y-born he was in fer contree, In Flaundres, al biyonde the see,     At Popering, in the place; His fader was a man ful free, And lord he was of that contree,     As it was Goddes grace. Y-born he was in fer contree, In Flaundres, al biyonde the see,     At Popering, in the place; His fader was a man ful free, And lord he was of that contree,     As it was Goddes grace.
Sir Thopas wex a doghty swayn, Whyt was his face as payndemayn,     His lippes rede as rose; His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn, And I yow telle in good certayn,     He hadde a semely nose. Sir Thopas wex a doghty swayn, Whyt was his face as payndemayn,     His lippes rede as rose; His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn, And I yow telle in good certayn,     He hadde a semely nose.
His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun, That to his girdel raughte adoun;     His shoon of Cordewane. Of Brugges were his hosen broun, His robe was of ciclatoun,     That coste many a Iane. His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun, That to his girdel raughte adoun;     His shoon of Cordewane. Of Brugges were his hosen broun, His robe was of ciclatoun,     That coste many a Iane.

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HERE BIGINNETH CHAUCERS TALE OF THOPAS. HERE BIGINNETH CHAUCERS TALE OF THOPAS.
Listeth, lordes, in good entent, And I wol telle verrayment     Of mirthe and of solas; Al of a knyght was fair and gent In bataille and in tourneyment,     His name was sir Thopas. Listeth, lordes, in good entent, And I wol telle verrayment     Of mirthe and of solas; Al of a knyght was fair and gent In bataille and in tourneyment,     His name was sir Thopas.
Y-born he was in fer contree, In Flaundres, al biyonde the see,     At Popering, in the place; His fader was a man ful free, And lord he was of that contree,     As it was Goddes grace. Y-born he was in fer contree, In Flaundres, al biyonde the see,     At Popering, in the place; His fader was a man ful free, And lord he was of that contree,     As it was Goddes grace.
Sir Thopas wex a doghty swayn, Whyt was his face as payndemayn,     His lippes rede as rose; His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn, And I yow telle in good certayn,     He hadde a semely nose. Sir Thopas wex a doghty swayn, Whyt was his face as payndemayn,     His lippes rede as rose; His rode is lyk scarlet in grayn, And I yow telle in good certayn,     He hadde a semely nose.
His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun, That to his girdel raughte adoun;     His shoon of Cordewane. Of Brugges were his hosen broun, His robe was of ciclatoun,     That coste many a Iane. His heer, his berd was lyk saffroun, That to his girdel raughte adoun;     His shoon of Cordewane. Of Brugges were his hosen broun, His robe was of ciclatoun,     That coste many a Iane.