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THE LEGEND OF KING ARTHUR. 53
Whose carcasse I did send to Rome,
Cladd poorlye on a beere ; And afterward I past MountrJoye ss
The next approaching yeere.
Then I came to Rome, where I was mett
Right as a conquerour, And by all the cardinalls solempnelye
I was crowned an emperour. w
One winter there I made abode,
Then word to mee was brought, Howe Mordred had oppressed the crowne,
What treason he had wrought
Att home in Brittaine with my queene : 65
Therfore I came with speede To Brittaine backe, with all my power,
To quitt that traiterous deede;
And soone at Sandwiche I arrivde,
Where Mordred me withstoode : ?o
But yett at last I landed there, With effusion of much blood.
For there my nephew Sir Gawaine dyed,
Being wounded in that sore The whiche Sir Lancelot in fight n ■
Had given him before. |
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