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i Welcome, Sir Knight,' said the Porter,
' My lord to meat is he, And so is many a gentle man,
For the love of thee.'
c The Porter swore a full great oath:
' By Him that made me, Here be the beste corsed horse
That ever yet I see.
ci ' Lead them into the stable,' he said,
' That eased might they be'; ' They shall not come therein,' said the Knight,
' By Him that died on tree.'
en Lordes were to meat y-set
In that Abbot's hall ; The Knight went forth and kneeled down
And salued them great and small.
cm ' Do gladly, Sir Abbot,' said the Knight,
' I am come to hold my day.' The first word that the Abbot spake,
' Hast thou brought me my pay ?'
CIV
' Not one penny,' said the Knight,
' By Him that maked me ': ' Thou art a shrewd debtor,' said the Abbot;
' Sir Justice, drink to me! '
corsed] bodied. salued] saluted. shrewd] cursed. |
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