No Fear Literature: The Canterbury Tales: The Tale of Sir Thopas The Tale of Sir Thopas Page 7

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He dide next his whyte lere Of clooth of lake fyn and clere A breech and eek a sherte; And next his sherte an aketoun, And over that an habergeoun For percinge of his herte;	He dide next his whyte lere Of clooth of lake fyn and clere A breech and eek a sherte; And next his sherte an aketoun, And over that an habergeoun For percinge of his herte;
And over that a fyn hauberk, Was al y-wroght of Iewes werk, Ful strong it was of plate; And over that his cote-armour As whyt as is a lily-flour, In which he wol debate.	And over that a fyn hauberk, Was al y-wroght of Iewes werk, Ful strong it was of plate; And over that his cote-armour As whyt as is a lily-flour, In which he wol debate.
His sheeld was al of gold so reed, And ther-in was a bores heed, A charbocle bisyde; And there he swoor, on ale and breed, How that ‘the geaunt shal be deed, Bityde what bityde!’	His sheeld was al of gold so reed, And ther-in was a bores heed, A charbocle bisyde; And there he swoor, on ale and breed, How that ‘the geaunt shal be deed, Bityde what bityde!’
His Iambeux were of quirboilly, His swerdes shethe of yvory, His helm of laton bright; His sadel was of rewel-boon, His brydel as the sonne shoon, Or as the mone light.	His Iambeux were of quirboilly, His swerdes shethe of yvory, His helm of laton bright; His sadel was of rewel-boon, His brydel as the sonne shoon, Or as the mone light.

Original Text	Modern Text
He dide next his whyte lere Of clooth of lake fyn and clere A breech and eek a sherte; And next his sherte an aketoun, And over that an habergeoun For percinge of his herte;	He dide next his whyte lere Of clooth of lake fyn and clere A breech and eek a sherte; And next his sherte an aketoun, And over that an habergeoun For percinge of his herte;
And over that a fyn hauberk, Was al y-wroght of Iewes werk, Ful strong it was of plate; And over that his cote-armour As whyt as is a lily-flour, In which he wol debate.	And over that a fyn hauberk, Was al y-wroght of Iewes werk, Ful strong it was of plate; And over that his cote-armour As whyt as is a lily-flour, In which he wol debate.
His sheeld was al of gold so reed, And ther-in was a bores heed, A charbocle bisyde; And there he swoor, on ale and breed, How that ‘the geaunt shal be deed, Bityde what bityde!’	His sheeld was al of gold so reed, And ther-in was a bores heed, A charbocle bisyde; And there he swoor, on ale and breed, How that ‘the geaunt shal be deed, Bityde what bityde!’
His Iambeux were of quirboilly, His swerdes shethe of yvory, His helm of laton bright; His sadel was of rewel-boon, His brydel as the sonne shoon, Or as the mone light.	His Iambeux were of quirboilly, His swerdes shethe of yvory, His helm of laton bright; His sadel was of rewel-boon, His brydel as the sonne shoon, Or as the mone light.