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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Tale of Sir Thopas
lines 143-166: Sir Thopas goes home to prepare for the fight

The Second Fit

       Yet listeth, lordes, to my tale,
Murier than the nightyngale,
145       For now I wol yow rowne
How Sir Thopas, with sydes smale,
Prikyng over hill and dale
       Is comen agayn to towne.
       And listen yet, lords, to my tale,
Merrier than the nightingale,
145       Whispered to all and some,
How Sir Thopas, with pride grown pale,
Hard spurring over hill and dale,
       Came back to his own home.

       His murie men comanded he
150To make hym bothe game and glee,
       For nedes moste he fighte
With a geaunt with hevedes three,
For paramour and jolitee
       Of oon that shoon ful brighte.
       His merry men commanded he
150To make for him both game and glee,
       For needs now must he fight
With a great giant of heads three,
For love in the society
       Of one who shone full bright.

155        "Do come,: he seyde, "my mynstrales,
And geestours, for to tellen tales
       Anon in myn armynge;
Of romances that been roiales,
Of Popes and of Cardinales,
160       And eek of love-likynge."
155        "Do come," he said, "my minstrels all,
And jesters, tell me tales in hall
       Anon in mine arming;
Of old romances right royal,
Of pope and king and cardinal,
160       And e'en of love-liking."

       They fette hym first the sweete wyn,
And mede eek in a mazelyn,
       And roial spicerye,
And gyngebreed that was ful fyn,
165And lycorys, and eek comyn,
       With sugre that is so trye.
       They brought him, first, the sweet, sweet wine,
And mead within a maselyn,
       And royal spicery
Of gingerbread that was full fine,
165Cumin and licorice, I opine,
       And sugar so dainty.

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From The Tale of Sir Thopas, lines 167-200:
The clothes and equipment of Sir Thopas