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24 THE HORN OF KING ARTHUR.
" Bot he schall spyll on euery syde ; Ffor any cas that may betyde,
Schall non therof avanse." it»
And ^it, for all hys grete honour, Hymselfe, noble kyng Arthour,
Hath forteynd syche a chans.
" Syr erle," he seyd, " take and begyn." He seyd, " nay, be seynt Austyn, 170
That wer to me vylony ; Not for all a reme to wyn, Befor you I schuld begyn,
Ffor honour off my curtassy."
Kyng Arthour ther he toke the horn, 175 And dyde as he was wont beforn,
Bot ther was }it gon a gyle : He wend to haue dronke of the best, Bot sone he spyllyd on hys brest,
Within a lytell whyle. 180
The cokwoldes lokyd iche on other,
And thought the kyng was their own brother,
And glad thei wer of that: " He hath ts scornyd many a tyme, And now he is a cokwold fyne, 1&5
To were a cokwoldes hate."
The quene was therof schamyd sore ; Sche changyd hyr colour lesse and more, |
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