When the knighte found him wounded sore, And sawe the wild-worme hanginge there; His sworde he from his scabberde drewe : 55 A piteous case, as ye shall heare. For when the two hostes sawe the sworde, They joyned battayle instantlye; Till of soe manye noble knightes, On one side there were left but three. 60 For all were slain that durst abide, Ay mee! it was a bloodye fielde, Upon king Arthur's own partyè, Onlye himselfe escaped there, And Lukyn duke of Gloster free, And when the king beheld his knightes, Nowe reste yee all, brave knights, he said, 65 70 75 Most loyal have yee been to mee, Most true and faithful unto deathe: And, oh! to rayse yee up againe, How freelye could I yield my breathe! But see the traitor's yet alive, Lo where hee stalkes among the deade ! Nowe bitterlye he shall abye: And vengeance fall upon his head. 80 O staye, my liege, then sayd the duke; 85 Remember what the vision spake, O, staye mee not, thou worthye wight, I will avenge them of their foe. Then straite he grasp'd his trustye speare, And on his horse then mounted hee: As his butler holpe him to his horse, His bowels gushed to his knee. 90 95 Alas! then sayd the noble king, To see this good knight here be slaine, All for his love in helping mee! 100 He put his speare into his reste, And to sir Mordred loud gan crye; Nowe sette thyself upon thy guarde, For, traitor, nowe thy death is nye. Sir Mordred lifted up his sworde, And fierce to meet the king ran hee: When Mordered felt the stroke of death, He thruste himselfe upon the speare, And strucke the king a deadlye blowe. Then grimmlye dyed sir Mordered, Presentlye upon that tree : 105 110 And bloody streames ranne from the kinge 115 Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake, Sir knighte, thou hast beene faithfulle tryde, Nowe take my sword Excalibar,* That hangs so freelye by my syde: O take my sword Excalibar, And there into the river throwe: For here, henceforth, benethe this tree, 120 * More commonly called Caliburn. In the folio MS. Escalberd. And fare thee well, thou trustye sword, With this good fauchion in my hande, That never more I may thee weelde. 125 130 The duke to the river side he went, And there his owne sword in threwe he: But he kept back Excalibar, 135 He kept it back in privitie. For all of coleyne was the blade; And ever alacke! then sayd the knighte, Must such a sword awaye be throwne ? Then backe he came unto the kinge, 140 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, Nor keepe me lingering here in paine. 145 The duke then to the river went, And the kings scabberd in threwe hee; 150 But hee kept backe Excalibar, And hid it undernethe a tree. 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, 155 When suche a knighte soe false can bee? 160 Saye, wouldst thou have thy master dead; The duke, all shent with this rebuke, A hande and an arme did meete the sworde, And of the duke was seene noe mair. 165 170 |