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The day approcheth of hir retournynge, |
| That everich sholde an hundred knyghtes brynge |
| The bataille to darreyne, as I yow tolde. |
1240 | And til Atthenes, hir covenantz for to holde, |
| Hath everich of hem broght an hundred knyghtes, |
| Wel armed for the werre at alle rightes. |
| And sikerly, ther trowed many a man, |
| That nevere sithen, that the world bigan, |
1245 | As for to speke of knyghthod of hir hond, |
| As fer as God hath maked see or lond, |
| Nas of so fewe so noble a compaignye. |
| For every wight that lovede chivalrye, |
| And wolde, his thankes, han a passant name, |
1250 | Hath preyed that he myghte been of that game; |
| And wel was hym that therto chosen was. |
| For if ther fille tomorwe swich a cas |
| Ye knowen wel, that every lusty knyght |
| That loveth paramours, and hath his myght, |
1255 | Were it in Engelond or elles where, |
| They wolde, hir thankes, wilnen to be there, |
| To fighte for a lady, benedicitee! |
| It were a lusty sighte for to see. |
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| The day of their return is forthcoming, |
| When each of them a hundred knights must bring |
| The combat to support, as I have told; |
1240 | And into Athens, covenant to uphold, |
| Has each one ridden with his hundred knights, |
| Well armed for war, at all points, in their mights. |
| And certainly, 'twas thought by many a man |
| That never, since the day this world began, |
1245 | Speaking of good knights hardy of their hands, |
| Wherever God created seas and lands, |
| Was, of so few, so noble company. |
| For every man that loved all chivalry, |
| And eager was to win surpassing fame, |
1250 | Had prayed to play a part in that great game; |
| And all was well with him who chosen was. |
| For if there came tomorrow such a case, |
| You know right well that every lusty knight |
| Who loves the ladies fair and keeps his might, |
1255 | Be it in England, aye or otherwhere, |
| Would wish of all things to be present there |
| To fight for some fair lady. Ben'cite! |
| 'Twould be a pleasant goodly sight to see! |
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