And when sir Pelleas com to his pavylyons he tolde his knyghtes and his squyers how he had spedde, and seyde thus unto them:
'For youre good and trew servyse ye have done me I shall gyff you all my goodes, for I woll go unto my bedde and never aryse till I be dede. And whan that I am dede, I charge you that ye take the herte oute of my body and bere hit her betwyxte two sylver dysshes and telle her how I sawe hir lye wyth that false knyght sir Gawayne.'
Any other literary sulks welcome.
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