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THE EOT AND THE MANTLE. 15
Some threw them under the table, And said they had none.
King Arthur and the child
Stood looking them upon; iro
All their knives edges
Turned backe againe.
Craddocke had a little knive
Of iron and of Steele;
He britled the bores head ire
Wonderous weele,
That every knight in the kings court
Had a morssell.
The little boy had a home,
Of red gold that ronge : i*>
He said there was " noe cuckolde
Shall drinke of my home,
But he shold it sheede,
Either behind or beforne."
Some shedd on their shoulder, iss
And some on their knee;
He that cold not hitt his mouthe,
Put it in his eye:
And he that was a cuckold
Every man might him see. >*. |
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MS. V. 176,Orbirtled. |
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