Then befpake him the Greene Knight,

These were the words faid he ;

Saies, "I coniure thee, thou Burlow-beanie,

Yt thou feitch me the sword that I fee."

Then forth is gone Burlow-beanie,

As faft as he cold hie;

& feitch he did that faire fword,

& came againe by & by.

Then befpake him Sr Bredbeddle,

To the K: thefe words faid he;

"Take this sword in thy hand, thou noble K:

For the vowes fake yt thou made Ile give it thee;

And goe strike off K: Cornewalls head,

In bed where he doth lye."

Then forth is gone noble K: Arthur,

As faft as he cold hye;

& ftrucken he hath K: Cornwalls head,

& came againe by & by.

He put the head upon a fwords point,

[The poem terminates here abruptly.]

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"Why figh you foe fore, vnckle Arthur?" he said,

[p. 49.]

"Why if I helpe thee not, thou noble K. Arthur,

Of thy owne hearts defiringe,

Of gentle Gawaine ..

[About nine stanzas wanting.]

And when he came to the Tearne-wadling,

The baron there cold he finde1;

Wth a great weapon on his backe,

Standing stiffe & ftronge.

And then he tooke K. Arthurs letters in his hands,

& away he cold them fling;

& then he puld out a good browne fword,

& cryd himselfe a K.

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