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“I would weet of you, wight,” that worthy replied,

“If ye wrath not therewith, what were the reason

That so young and so gay as you at this time,

So courteous, so knightly, as all know you abroad,

Should fail in the forms and fashion of court.

For of áll the chóice of chívalry, the chief thing prais’d

Is the leal game of love and errantry-lore;

And to tell of the trials of all trúe knìghts

Is the inscribèd title and text of their deeds:⁠—

How lieges for love their lives have adventur’d,

Endured for their druery doleful hours,

Had vengeance by their valour and voided their sorrow,

And brought bliss into bower with bounties their own.

Now ye are the noblest knight, known of your eld,

Your name and your honour are aywhere upholden,

And I have sat by your side two several times

Yet no lightest word did light from your lips

That belongèd to love, or lesser or greater;

So courteous as you, of so knightly professions,

Ought verily to yearn to a creature so young,

And teach her some token of truelove dealings.

What! are ye so ignorant, in honour so high?

Or deem ye me too dull your dalliance to hearken?

For shame!

Single I come and sit

To learn of you some game;

Please! warn me of your wit

While alone ye have your dame.”