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8 THE BOY AND THE MANTLE. |
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In the third day of May, To Carleile did come A kind curteous child, That cold much of wisdome.
A kirtle and a mantle &
This child had uppon, With brouches and ringes Full richelye bedone.
He had a sute of silke
About his middle drawne ; 10
Without he cold of curtesye,
He thought itt much shame.
" God speed thee, King Arthur, Sitting at thy meate : And the goodly Queene Gu^never « I cannott her forgett.
" I tell you, lords, in this hall, I hett you all to heede, Except you be the more surer, Is you for to dread." a>
He plucked out of his poterner, And longer wold not dwell;
MS. Ver. 7, branches. V. 18, heate. V. 21, poterver. |
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