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THE BOY AND THE MANTLE
XXXV
Some rubb'd their knives
Uppon a whetstone ; Some threw them under the table.,
And said they had none.
xxxvi
King Arthur and the child
Stood looking them upon ; All their knives' edges
Turned backe againe.
xxxvir Craddocke had a litle kniife
Of iron and of Steele ; He birtled the bore's head
Wonderous weale, That every knight in the King's court
Had a morssell.
XXXVIII
The litle Boy had a home,
Of red gold that ronge ; He said, ' There was noe cuckolde
Shall drinke of my home, But he sho'ld itt sheede
Either behind or beforne.'
XXXIX
Some shedd it on their shoulder
And some on their knee ; He that co'ld not hitt his mouth
Put it in his e'e; And he that was a cuckold
Every man might him see.
birtled] brittled, cut up. ronge] rung, resounded. sheede] shed, spill.
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