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THE HORN OP KING ABTHXJK. 21
Vppon a dey, withouten lette, ss
The duke with the kyng was sette,
At mete with mykill pride; He lukyd abowte wonder faste, Hys syght on euery syde he caste
To them that sate besyde. so
The kyng aspyed the erle anon, And fast he lowjhe the erle vpon,
And bad he schuld be glad ; And yet, for all hys grete honour, Cokwold was Kyng Arthour, a
Ne galle non he had.
So at the last, the duke he brayd, And to the kyng thes wordes sayd ;
He myght no lenger forbere ; " Syr, what hath thes men don, too
That syche garlondes thei were vpon ?
That skyll wold I lere."
The kyng seyd the erle to, " Syr, non hurte they haue do,
Ffor this was thrush a chans. 105
Sertes thei be fre men all, Ffor non of them hath no gall;
Therfor this is ther penans.
" Ther wyves hath ben merchandabull, And of ther ware compenabull; 110
98, MS. spake. |
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