Then befpake him noble Arthur,

& these were the words faid he;

"What weapons wilt thou have, thou gentle knight, I pray thee tell to me?"

He fayes, "Collen brand Ile have in my hand,

& a Millaine knife faft be my knee;

& a Danish axe faft in my hands,

Yt a fure weapon I thinke wilbe."

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;

The knight stoode in the middle, & fought,
Yt it was great joy to fee.

Till his Collaine brand brake in his hand,

& his Millaine knife burst on his knee;

& then the Danish axe burst in his hand first,

Yt a fure2 weapon he thought fhold be.

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And when he came to the Ks chamber,

He cold of his curtefie;

Sayes', "fleep you, wake you, noble K: Arthur?
& ever Jefus watch yee!"

& then forth is gone Burlow-beanie,

As faft as he cold hie;

& feitch he did that faire fteed,

& came againe by & by.

Then befpake him Sr Marramile,

& these were the words faid hee;

"Riding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle,

The mastery belongs to me."

Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand,

To ryd him he was full bold;

He cold noe more make him goe,

Then a child of 3 yeere old.

He faid1 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," says 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-beane,

Thou tell me how this steed was riddin in his country."

He faith," there is a gold wand,

Stands in K: Cornwalls ftudy windowe.

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Then Sr Trifteram tooke powder forth of yt box,

& blent it with warme fweet milke;

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