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416 EOBIN HOOD AND THE STEANGEE.
The giants then began to rage
To see their prince lie dead: 170
"Thou's be the next," quoth little John,
" Unless thou well guard thy head."
With that his faulehion he wherled about,
It was both keen and sharp ; He clove the giant to the belt, us
And cut in twain his heart.
Will Scadlock well had play'd his part, The giant he had brought to his knee;
Quoth Will, " The devil cannot break his fast, Unless he have you all three." iso
So with his faulchion he run him through,
A deep and ghastly wound; Who dam'd and foam'd, curst and blasphem'd,
And then fell to the ground.
Now all the lists with shouts were fill'd, 1&5
The skies they did resound, AVhich brought the princess to herself,
Who had fal'n in a swound.
The king and queen and princess fair,
Came walking to the place, ia>
And gave the champions many thanks, And did them further grace.
•" Tell me," quoth the king, " whence you are,
That thus disguised came, Whose valour speaks that noble blood 19s
Doth run through every vain." |
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