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For he was late y come from his viage
And went forto do his pilgremage
With hym there was his son a yong Squiere
A lovyer and A lusty Bachillore
With lockis [curle OR crule] as they were leid in presse
Of twenti yere of age he was I gesse
Of his stature he was of even length
And wondirly delyvere and of gret strength
And he had ben sumtime in Chyvachy
In Flaundirs in Artois and Picardie
And born him wele as of so litle space
In hoop to stond in his ladies grace
Enbrondid was he as it were a mede
Al ful of fressh floures white & rede
Synging he was or floiting al the day
He was as fressh as is the moneth of May
Short was his goun with sleves long & wyde
Wel couth he sitte on hors and feire ride
He couth songis make and wele endite
Just and eke daunce and wel purtray & write
So hote he loved that by nyghtir tale
He slept no more than doth a nyghtingale
Curteys he was louly and [suisible]
And carf beforn his fadir at the table
A Yoman had he and [serianntes] no moo
At that time for he lust to ride so
And he was cladde in cote & hood of grene
A shef of pecocke arohws bright & kene
Undir his belt he bare fulle thriftily
Wel couth he dresse his tacle yo[]ly
His aroews drouped not with fethirs low
And in his hand he bare a mighti bowe
A not hede had he with a broun visage
Of wodecraft wel couth he al the usage
Upon his arme he bare a gay Bracere
And bu his side a swerde and A Bokelere
And on that othir side a gay Daggere