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18 THE HOEN OF KING AETHDE.
Kynge Arthour was off grete honour, Off castellis and of many a toure,
And full wyde iknow; A gode ensample I wyll 3011 sey, 10
"What chanse befell hym one a dey;
Herkyn to my saw!
Cokwoldes he louyd, as I jou plyjt; He honouryd them, both dey and nyght,
In all maner of thyng; u
And as I rede in story, He was kokwold sykerly ;
Ffor sothe it is no lesyng.
Herkyne, seres, what I sey;
Her may }e here solas and pley, 20
Iff :je wyll take gode hede; Kyng Arthour had a bugyll horn, That ever mour stod hym be forn,
Were so that ever he ^ede.
Ffor when he was at the bord sete, as
Anon the home schuld be fette,
Ther off that he myght drynk; Ffor myche crafte he couth thereby, And ofte tymes the treuth he sey;
Non other couth he thynke. so
Iff any cokwold drynke of it, Spyll he schuld, withouten lette ;
26, sette. See 59, 211.