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"And fare thee well, thou trustye sword,
A better neer had valiant knighte;
With thee full ofte, and many a daye,
Have I withstood my foe in fighte.

With this good fauchion in my hande,
Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde:



But nowe the fatalle houre is come,

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And all the hilte of precious stone :

"And ever alacke!" then sayd the knighte,

"Must such a sword awaye be throwne?


Then backe he came unto the kinge,

Who sayd, "Sir Lukyn, what did yee see?"

"Nothing, my liege, save that the winde

Blewe oer the waters faire and free."

"O goe againe," then said the kinge, "O good Sir Lukyn, goe againe :


Into the rivere throwe my sword,

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Then backe he came to tell the kinge,

Who sayde," Sir Lukyn, sawe ye oughte?

"Nothinge, my liege, save that the winde


Nowe with the angrye waters fought."

"O Lukyn, Lukyn," said the kinge,

"Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullye:

Alacke, whom may wee ever truste,

When suche a knighte soe false can bee!


"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 auns were 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;


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 telle the kinge,
But he was gone from under the tree.

But to what place he cold not tell,

For never after hee did him spye;
But hee sawe a barge goe from the land,
And hee heard ladyes howle and crye.3



And whether the kinge were there or not,
Hee never knewe, nor ever colde;

For from that sad and direfulle daye,
Hee never more was seene on molde.

V. 178, see MS.

• Not unlike that passage in Virgil:

66 Summoque ulularunt vertice nymphæ."

Ladies was the word our English writers used for nymphs: as in the following lines of an old song in the Editor's folio MS.

"When scorching Phoebus he did mount,

Then Lady Venus went to hunt:

To whom Diana did resort,

With all the Ladyes of hills, and valleys,
Of springs, and floodes," &c.



The Legend of King Arthur.

We have here a short summary of King Arthur's history as given by Jeff. of Monmouth and the old Chronicles, with the addition of a few circumstances from the romance Morte Arthur. The ancient chronicle of Ger. de Leew (quoted above in p. 124), seems to have been chiefly followed: upon the authority of which we have restored some of the names which were corrupted in the MS. and have transposed one stanza, which appeared to be misplaced [viz. that beginning at v. 49, which in the MS. followed v. 36].

Printed from the Editor's ancient folio MS.

OF Brutus' blood, in Brittaine borne,
King Arthur I am to name;

Through Christendome and Heathynesse
Well knowne is my worthy fame.

In Jesus Christ I doe beleeve;
I am a Christyan bore;

The Father, Sone, and Holy Gost,
One God, I doe adore.

In the four hundred ninetieth yeere,
Oer Brittaine I did rayne,

After my Savior Christ his byrth,
What time I did maintaine



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V. 9, He began his reign A.D. 515, according to the Chronicles.
She is named Igerna in the old Chronicles. V. 24, his. MS.

V. 23

And when I was fifteen yeere old,
Then was I crowned kinge :
All Brittaine, that was att an upròre,
I did to quiett bringe;

And drove the Saxons from the realme,
Who had opprest this land;

All Scotland then, throughe manly feates,

I conquered with my hand.

Ireland, Denmarke, Norwaye,
These countryes wan I all;
Iseland, Gotheland, and Swetheland;
And made their kings my thrall.

I conquered all Gallya,

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I brought to deadly wracke;

And a thousand more of noble knightes
For feare did turne their backe.

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V. 39, Froland field. MS. Froll, according to the Chronicles, was a

Roman knight, governor of Gaul.

V. 41, Danibus. MS.

V. 49, of Pavye. MS.



Then I came to Rome, where I was mett
Right as a conquerour,

And by all the cardinalls solempnelye
I was crowned an emperour.


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How Mordred had oppressd the crowne,
What treason he had wrought

Att home in Brittaine with my queene:
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 :


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


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