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KING AKTHUE'S DEATH. 43
For he durste not his unkle truste, Nor he his nephewe, sothe to tell;
Alacke ! it was a woefulle case, As ere in Christentye befelle.
But when they were together mette, «
And both to faire accordance broughte,
And a month's league betweene them sette, Before the battayle sholde be foughte,
An addere crept forth of a bushe,
Stunge one o' th' king's knightes on the knee; Alacke ! it was a woefulle chance, «
As ever was in Christentie.
When the knighte found him wounded sore, And sawe the wild-worme hanginge there,
His sworde he from his scabberde drewe ; » A piteous case, as ye shall heare.
For when the two hostes sawe the sworde,
They joyned battayle instantlye ; Till of so manye noble knightes,
On one side there were left but three. so
For all were slaine that durst abide, And but some fewe that fled awaye:
41, 42, the folio MS. reads father......sonne.