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44 KING ARTHURS DEATH.
Ah mee ! it was a bloodye fielde,
As ere was foughte on summer's daye.
Upon King Arthur's own partye,
Onlye himselfe escaped there, And Lukyn Duke of Gloster free,
And the king's butler Bedevere.
And when the king beheld his knightes All dead and scattered on the molde,
The teares fast trickled downe his face ; That manlye face in fight so bolde.
" Nowe reste yee all, brave knights," he said " Soe true and faithful to your trust:
And must yee then, yee valiant hearts, Be lefte to moulder into dust!
" 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."
" 0 staye, my liege," then sayd the duke ; " 0 staye for love and charitie ;