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Shee threw downe the mantle,
That bright was of blee;
Fast with a rudd redd,
To her chamber can shee flee.
She curst the weaver, and the walker,
That clothe that had wrought;
And bade a vengeance on his crowne,
That hither hath itt brought.
I had rather be in a wood,
Under a greene tree;
Then in king Arthurs court
Shamed for to bee.

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V. 32, his wiffe. MS.

V. 34, bided. MS.

V. 41, gaule. MS.

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Kay called forth his ladye,
And bade her come neere;
Saies, Madam, and thou be guiltye,
I pray thee hold thee there.
Forth came his ladye
Shortlye and anon;
Boldlye to the mantle
Then is shee gone.
When she had tane the mantle,
And cast it her about;
Then was shee bare
Before all the rout.'

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Forth came Craddockes ladye
Shortlye and anon;
But boldlye to the mantle
Then is shee gone.
When she had tane the mantle,
And cast it her about,
Upp att her great toe
It began to crinkle and crowt:
Shee said, bowe downe, mantle,
And shame me not for nought.
Once I did amisse,
I tell you certainlye,
When I kist Craddockes mouth
Under a greene tree;
When I kist Craddockes mouth
Before he marryed mee.

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When shee had her shreeven,
And her sines shee had tolde;
The mantle stoode about her
Right as shee wold:
Seemelye of coulour
Glittering like gold:
Then every knight in Arthurs court
Did her behold.

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Then spake dame Guénever
To Arthur our king;
She hath tane yonder mantle
Not with right, but with wronge.
See you not yonder woman,
That maketh her self soe cleane?'
I have seene tane out of her bedd
Of men fiveteene;
Priests, clarkes, and wedded men
From her bedeene:
Yett shee taketh the mantle,
And maketh her self cleane.

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And there as he was lookinge
He was ware of a wyld bore.'
He was ware of a wyld bore,
Wold have werryed a man:
He pulld forth a wood kniffe,
Fast thither that he ran:
He brought in the bores head,
And quitted him like a man.
He brought in the bores head,
And was wonderous bold:
He said there was never a cuckolds kniffe
Carve itt that cold.

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Some rubbed their knives
Uppon a whetstone:
Some threw them under the table,
And said they had none.
King Arthur, and the child
Stood looking upon them;
All their knives edges
Turned backe againe.
Craddocke had a little knive
Of iron and of steele;
He britled the bores head
Wonderous weele;
That every knight in the kings court
Had a morssell.

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The little boy had a horne,
Of red gold that ronge:
He said, there was noe cuckolde
Shall drinke of my horne;
But he shold it sheede
Either behind or beforne.

V. 170, them upon. M$.

V. 175, or birtled. MS.

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