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46 KESTG AKTHUR'S DEATH.
He thruste himselfe upon the speare, And strucke the king a deadlye blowe.
Then grimmlye dyed Sir Mordered,
Presentlye upon that tree : And bloody streames ranne from the kinge, 115
Ere to the duke returned hee.
Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake :
" Sir knighte, thou hast been faithfulle tryde; Nowe take my sword Excalibar,
That hangs so freelye by my syde, 120
" O take my sword Excalibar, And there into the river throwe :
For here, henceforth, benethe this tree, All use of weapons I foregoe.
"And fare thee well, thou trustye sword, 1a A better neer had valiant knighte ;
With thee full ofte, and many a daye, Have I withstood my foe in fighte.
" With this good fauchion in my hande,
Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde : 130
But nowe the fatalle houre is come, That never more I may thee weelde."
119. More eommonly called GUiburn. In the folio MS. Escalberd. P.