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KING ARTHUR'S DEATH. |
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" 0 Lukyn, Lukyn," said the kinge, " Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullye :
Alacke, whom may wee ever truste,
When suche a knighte soe false can bee ! i«o
" Saye, wouldst thou have thy master dead, All for a sword that wins thine eye ?
Now goe againe, and throwe it in, Or here the one of us shall dye."
The duke, all shent with this rebuke, «=
No aunswere made unto the kinge ;
But to the rivere tooke the sworde, And threwe it far as he coulde flinge.
A hande and an arme did meete the sworde, And flourishd three times in the air; i»
Then sunke benethe the renninge streme, And of the duke was seene noe mair.
All sore astonied stood the duke, He stood as still, as still mote bee ;
Then hastend backe to tell the kinge, i«
But he was gone from under the tree.
But to what place, he cold not tell, For never after hee did him see ;
But hee sawe a barge goe from the land, And hee heard ladyes howle and crye. iso |
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