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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Tale of Sir Thopas
lines 107-142: Sir Thopas meets Sir Oliphant who blocks the way to fairyland


       Into his sadel he clamb anon,
And priketh over stile and stoon
       An elf-queene for t'espye,
110Til he so longe hadde riden and goon
That he foond, in a pryve woon,
       The contree of Fairye
                     So wilde;
For in that contree was ther noon
115That to him dorste ryde or goon,
       Neither wyf ne childe,
       Into his saddle he climbed anon
And spurred then over stile and stone.
       An elf-queen for to see,
110Till he so far had ridden on
He found a secret place and won
       The land of Faery
                     So wild;
For in that country was there none
115That unto him dared come, not one,
       Not either wife or child.

       Til that ther cam a greet geaunt,
His name was Sir Olifaunt,
       A perilous man of dede;
120He seyde "Child, by Termagaunt,
But if thou prike out of myn haunt,
       Anon I sle thy steede
                     With mace.
       Heere is the queene of Fayerye,
125With harpe and pipe and symphonye,
       Dwellynge in this place."
       Until there came a great giant,
Whose name it was Sir Oliphant,
       A dangerous man indeed;
120He said: "O Childe, by Termagant,
But thou dost spur from out my haunt,
Anon I'll slay thy steed
                     With mace.
       For here the queen of Faery,
125With harp and pipe and harmony,
       Is dwelling in this place."

       The child seyde, "Also moote I thee,
Tomorwe wol I meete with thee,
       Whan I have myn armoure.
130       And yet I hope, par ma fay,
That thou shalt with this launcegay
       Abyen it ful sowre.
                     Thy mawe
Shal I percen if I may
135Er it be fully pryme of day,
       For heere thow shalt be slawe."
       The Childe said: "As I hope to thrive,
We'll fight the morn, as I'm alive,
       When I have my armour;
130       For well I hope, and par ma fay,
That thou shalt by this lance well pay,
       And suffer strokes full sore;
                     Thy maw
Shall I pierce through, and if I may,
135Before it be fully prime of day,
Thou'lt die of wounds most raw."

       Sir Thopas drow abak ful faste,
This geant at hym stones caste
       Out of a fel staf-slynge;
140But faire escapeth child Thopas,
And al it was thurgh Goddes gras,
       And thurgh his fair berynge.
       Sir Thopas drew aback full fast;
This giant at him stones did cast
       Out of a fell staff-sling;
140But soon escaped was Childe Thopas,
And all it was by God's own grace,
       And by his brave bearing.





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