Now hold your mouth for charity, Bothë knight and lady free, And hearken to my spell; 3915 Of battle and of chivalry, Of ladies’ love and druerie, 3916 Anon I will you tell. Men speak of rómances of price 3917 Of Horn Child, and of Ipotis, Of Bevis, and Sir Guy, 3918 Of Sir Libeux, 3919 and Pleindamour, But Sir Thopas, he bears the flow’r Of royal chivalry. His goodë steed he all bestrode, And forth upon his way he glode, 3920 As sparkle out of brand; 3921 Upon his crest he bare a tow’r,