No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Tale of Sir Thopas The Tale of Sir Thopas Page 2

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He coude hunte at wilde deer, And ryde an hauking for riveer, With grey goshauk on honde; Ther-to be was a good archeer, Of wrastling was ther noon his peer, Ther any ram shal stonde.	He coude hunte at wilde deer, And ryde an hauking for riveer, With grey goshauk on honde; Ther-to be was a good archeer, Of wrastling was ther noon his peer, Ther any ram shal stonde.
Ful many a mayde, bright in bour, They moorne for him, paramour, Whan hem were bet to slepe; But he was chast and no lechour, And sweet as is the bremble-flour That bereth the rede hepe.	Ful many a mayde, bright in bour, They moorne for him, paramour, Whan hem were bet to slepe; But he was chast and no lechour, And sweet as is the bremble-flour That bereth the rede hepe.
And so bifel upon a day, For sothe, as I yow telle may, Sir Thopas wolde out ryde; He worth upon his stede gray, And in his honde a launcegay, A long swerd by his syde.	And so bifel upon a day, For sothe, as I yow telle may, Sir Thopas wolde out ryde; He worth upon his stede gray, And in his honde a launcegay, A long swerd by his syde.
He priketh thurgh a fair forest, Ther-inne is many a wilde best, Ye, bothe bukke and hare; And, as he priketh north and est, I telle it yow, him hadde almest Bitid a sory care.	He priketh thurgh a fair forest, Ther-inne is many a wilde best, Ye, bothe bukke and hare; And, as he priketh north and est, I telle it yow, him hadde almest Bitid a sory care.
Ther springen herbes grete and smale, The lycorys and cetewale, And many a clowe-gilofre; And notemuge to putte in ale, Whether it be moyste or stale, Or for to leye in cofre.	Ther springen herbes grete and smale, The lycorys and cetewale, And many a clowe-gilofre; And notemuge to putte in ale, Whether it be moyste or stale, Or for to leye in cofre.

Original Text	Modern Text
He coude hunte at wilde deer, And ryde an hauking for riveer, With grey goshauk on honde; Ther-to be was a good archeer, Of wrastling was ther noon his peer, Ther any ram shal stonde.	He coude hunte at wilde deer, And ryde an hauking for riveer, With grey goshauk on honde; Ther-to be was a good archeer, Of wrastling was ther noon his peer, Ther any ram shal stonde.
Ful many a mayde, bright in bour, They moorne for him, paramour, Whan hem were bet to slepe; But he was chast and no lechour, And sweet as is the bremble-flour That bereth the rede hepe.	Ful many a mayde, bright in bour, They moorne for him, paramour, Whan hem were bet to slepe; But he was chast and no lechour, And sweet as is the bremble-flour That bereth the rede hepe.
And so bifel upon a day, For sothe, as I yow telle may, Sir Thopas wolde out ryde; He worth upon his stede gray, And in his honde a launcegay, A long swerd by his syde.	And so bifel upon a day, For sothe, as I yow telle may, Sir Thopas wolde out ryde; He worth upon his stede gray, And in his honde a launcegay, A long swerd by his syde.
He priketh thurgh a fair forest, Ther-inne is many a wilde best, Ye, bothe bukke and hare; And, as he priketh north and est, I telle it yow, him hadde almest Bitid a sory care.	He priketh thurgh a fair forest, Ther-inne is many a wilde best, Ye, bothe bukke and hare; And, as he priketh north and est, I telle it yow, him hadde almest Bitid a sory care.
Ther springen herbes grete and smale, The lycorys and cetewale, And many a clowe-gilofre; And notemuge to putte in ale, Whether it be moyste or stale, Or for to leye in cofre.	Ther springen herbes grete and smale, The lycorys and cetewale, And many a clowe-gilofre; And notemuge to putte in ale, Whether it be moyste or stale, Or for to leye in cofre.