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22 THE HORN OF KING ARTHUR.
Methinke it is non herme; A man of lufe that wold them craue, Hastely he schuld it haue,
Ffor thei couth not hym wern.
" All theyr wyves, sykerlyke, i"
Hath vsyd the backefysyke,
Whyll thes men were oute ; And ofte they haue draw that draught, To vse well the lechers craft,
With rubyng of ther toute. 120
" Syr," he seyd, " now haue I redd; Ete we now, and make vs glad,
And euery man fle care;" The duke seyd to hym anon, " Than be thei cokwoldes, everychon ; " iss
The kyng seyd, " hold the there."
The kyng than, after the erlys word, Send to the cokwolds bord,
To make them mery among, All manner of mynstralsy, 130
To glad the cokwolds by and by
With herpe, fydell, and song :
And bad them take no grefFe, Bot all with loue and with leffe,
Euery man . . with other; ia
115, MS. baskefysyke. 135, word wanting.