No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Tale of Sir Thopas The Tale of Sir Thopas Page 4

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An elf-queen wol I love, y-wis, For in this world no womman is Worthy to be my make In toune; Alle othere wommen I forsake, And to an elf-queen I me take By dale and eek by doune!’	An elf-queen wol I love, y-wis, For in this world no womman is Worthy to be my make In toune; Alle othere wommen I forsake, And to an elf-queen I me take By dale and eek by doune!’
In-to his sadel he clamb anoon, And priketh over style and stoon An elf-queen for tespye, Til he so longe had riden and goon That he fond, in a privee woon, The contree of Fairye So wilde; For in that contree was ther noon That to him dorste ryde or goon, Neither wyf ne childe.	In-to his sadel he clamb anoon, And priketh over style and stoon An elf-queen for tespye, Til he so longe had riden and goon That he fond, in a privee woon, The contree of Fairye So wilde; For in that contree was ther noon That to him dorste ryde or goon, Neither wyf ne childe.
Til that ther cam a greet geaunt, His name was sir Olifaunt, A perilous man of dede; He seyde, ‘child, by Termagaunt, But-if thou prike out of myn haunt, Anon I slee thy stede With mace. Heer is the queen of Fayërye, With harpe and pype and simphonye Dwelling in this place.’	Til that ther cam a greet geaunt, His name was sir Olifaunt, A perilous man of dede; He seyde, ‘child, by Termagaunt, But-if thou prike out of myn haunt, Anon I slee thy stede With mace. Heer is the queen of Fayërye, With harpe and pype and simphonye Dwelling in this place.’

Original Text	Modern Text
An elf-queen wol I love, y-wis, For in this world no womman is Worthy to be my make In toune; Alle othere wommen I forsake, And to an elf-queen I me take By dale and eek by doune!’	An elf-queen wol I love, y-wis, For in this world no womman is Worthy to be my make In toune; Alle othere wommen I forsake, And to an elf-queen I me take By dale and eek by doune!’
In-to his sadel he clamb anoon, And priketh over style and stoon An elf-queen for tespye, Til he so longe had riden and goon That he fond, in a privee woon, The contree of Fairye So wilde; For in that contree was ther noon That to him dorste ryde or goon, Neither wyf ne childe.	In-to his sadel he clamb anoon, And priketh over style and stoon An elf-queen for tespye, Til he so longe had riden and goon That he fond, in a privee woon, The contree of Fairye So wilde; For in that contree was ther noon That to him dorste ryde or goon, Neither wyf ne childe.
Til that ther cam a greet geaunt, His name was sir Olifaunt, A perilous man of dede; He seyde, ‘child, by Termagaunt, But-if thou prike out of myn haunt, Anon I slee thy stede With mace. Heer is the queen of Fayërye, With harpe and pype and simphonye Dwelling in this place.’	Til that ther cam a greet geaunt, His name was sir Olifaunt, A perilous man of dede; He seyde, ‘child, by Termagaunt, But-if thou prike out of myn haunt, Anon I slee thy stede With mace. Heer is the queen of Fayërye, With harpe and pype and simphonye Dwelling in this place.’