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And sette a souper at a certain pris ;
A-morwe whan the day began to spring,
“Sire knight (quod he), my maister and my lord,
3 Draw lots.
Anon to drawen every wight began, And shortly for to tellen as it was, Were it by aventure, or sort, or cas The sothe is this, the cutte felle on the knight, Of which ful blith and glad was every wight ; And tell he must his tale as was reson, But forword, and by composition, As ye han herd; what nedeth wordes mo? And whan this good man saw that it was so, As he that wise was and obedient To keep his forword by his free assent, He saide : “Sithen I shal begin this game, What? welcome be the cutte a goddes name. Now let us ride, and herkeneth what I say.”
And with that word we riden forth our way; And he began with right a mery chere His tale anon, and saide as ye shul here.
WHILE A PRISONER.
BY JAMES 1. OF SCOTLAND.
(JAMES I. KING OF SCOTLAND, was born in 1394. When he was eleven years old, he was sent by his father to France, and, on his passage across the sea, fell into the hands of the English, who put him in the Tower, where he was confined for nineteen years. His misfortunes were not, however, without their advantages, since he received, while a prisoner, a most excellent education, of which he afterwards made good use. He married Joanna Beaufort, daughter of the Earl of Somerset, with whom he fell in love while he was a captive. He was assassinated in 1437 by his uncle Walter, Earl of Athol, and Robert Graham. James I. was remarkable for skill in poetry and music, and many productions which have been ascribed to him are still popular. ]
And though I stood abasit tho a lite,
There was no token in her sweete face.
And in my head I drew right hastily,