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From The Tale of Sir Thopas, lines 22-57:
About a knight called Sir Thopas
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From The Canterbury Tales:
The Tale of Sir Thopas
lines 58-76: Sir Thopas wishes to marry an elf-queen

       And so bifel upon a day,
For sothe as I yow telle may,
60       Sir Thopas wolde out ride;
He worth upon his steede gray,
And in his hand a launcegay,
       A long swerd by his side.
       And so it happened, on a day,
In truth, as I can tell or may,
60       Sir Thopas out would ride;
He mounted on his stallion grey,
And held in hand a lance, I say,
       With longsword by his side.

       He priketh thurgh a fair forest,
65Therinne is many a wilde best,
       Ye, both bukke and hare,
And as he priketh north and est,
I telle it yow, hym hadde almest
       Bitidde a sory care.
       He spurred throughout a fair forest
65Wherein was many a dim wild beast,
       Aye, both the buck and hare;
And as he spurred on, north and east,
I tell you now he had, in breast,
       A melancholy care.

70        Ther spryngen herbes, grete and smale,
The lycorys and cetewale,
       And many a clowe-gylofre,
And notemuge to putte in ale,
Wheither it be moyste or stale,
75       Or for to leye in cofre.
70        There herbs were springing, great and small,
The licorice blue and white setwall,
       And many a gillyflower,
And nutmeg for to put in ale,
All whether it be fresh or stale,
75       Or lay in chest in bower.

       The briddes synge, it is no nay,
The sparhauk and the papejay
       That joye it was to heere,
The thrustelcok made eek hir lay,
80The wodedowve upon a spray
       She sang ful loude and cleere.
       The birds they sang, upon that day,
The sparrow-hawk and popinjay,
       Till it was joy to hear;
The missel thrush he made his lay,
80The tender stockdove on the spray,
       She sang full loud and clear.

       Sir Thopas fil in love-longynge,
Al whan he herde the thrustel synge,
       And pryked as he were wood;
85His faire steede in his prikynge
So swatte that men myghte him wrynge,
       His sydes were al blood.
       She sang full loud and clear.
All when he heard the throstle sing,
       And spurred as madman would:
85His stallion fair, for this spurring,
Did sweat till men his coat might wring,
       His two flanks were all blood.

       Sir Thopas eek so wery was
For prikyng on the softe gras,
90       So fiers was his corage,
That doun he leyde him in that plas
To make his steede som solas,
       And yaf hym good forage.
       Sir Thopas grown so weary was
With spurring on the yielding grass,
90       So fierce had been his speed,
That down he laid him in that place
To give the stallion some solace
       And let him find his feed.

       "O seinte Marie, benedicite,
95What eyleth this love at me
       To bynde me so soore?
Me dremed al this nyght, pardee,
An elf-queene shal my lemman be,
       And slepe under my goore.
       "O holy Mary, ben'cite!
95What ails my heart that love in me
       Should bind me now so sore?
For dreamed I all last night, pardie,
An elf-queen shall my darling be,
       And sleep beneath my gore.

100        An elf-queene wol I love, ywis,
For in this world no womman is
       Worthy to be my make
                     In towne;
       Alle othere wommen I forsake,
105And to an elf-queene I me take
       By dale and eek by downe!"
100        An elf-queen will I love, ywis,
For in this world no woman is
       Worthy to be my make
                     In town;
       All other women I forsake,
105And to an elf-queen I'll betake
       Myself, by dale and down!"

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