Then befpake him noble Arthur, & these were the1 words faid he; "What weapons wilt thou have, thou gentle knight, Then wth his Collen brand, yt he had in his hand, The bunge of the trubchandler he burft in 3. Wt that start out a lodly feend, Wth 7 heads, & one body. The fyer towards the element flew, Out of his mouth, where was great plentie; Till his Collaine brand brake in his hand, & his Millaine knife burft on his knee; & then the Danish axe burst in his hand first, Yt a fure2 weapon he thought fhold be. But now is the knight left wthout any weapone, & alacke! it was the more pitty; But a furer weapon then had he one, Had never L: in Christentye. & all was but one litle booke, He found it by the fide of the fea. And when he came to the Ks chamber, He cold of his curtefie; Sayes', fleep yo", wake you, noble K: Arthur? 190 195 He said1 uppon him wth heele & hand, Wth yard that was foe fell; Helpe brother Bredbeddle," fays Marramile, "For I thinke he be the devill of hell.” "Helpe! brother Bredbeddle," fays Marramile, "Helpe! for Christs pittye; For wthout thy help, brother Bredbeddle, He will never be rydden for2 me." Then befpake him Sr Bredbeddle, These were the words faid he; "I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beane3, Thou tell me how this fteed was riddin in his country." He faith, "there is a gold wand, Stands in K: Cornwalls ftudy windowe. 235 240 245 250 255 |