The book of British ballads . tayle, if ye may ; For Sir Launcelot is now in Fraunce,And with him many an hardy knight, Who will within this moneth be back,And will assist ye in the fight. The king then called his nobles all,Before the breaking of the day ; And told them how Sir Gawaine came,And there to him these wordes did say. His nobles all this counsayle gave,That earlye in the morning, he Shold send away an herauld at armes,To ask a parley fair and free. Then twelve good knightes King Arthur chose,The best of all that with him were, To parley with the foe in field, And make with him agre
The book of British ballads . tayle, if ye may ; For Sir Launcelot is now in Fraunce,And with him many an hardy knight, Who will within this moneth be back,And will assist ye in the fight. The king then called his nobles all,Before the breaking of the day ; And told them how Sir Gawaine came,And there to him these wordes did say. His nobles all this counsayle gave,That earlye in the morning, he Shold send away an herauld at armes,To ask a parley fair and free. Then twelve good knightes King Arthur chose,The best of all that with him were, To parley with the foe in field, And make with him agreement fair. The king he charged all his host, In readiness there for to be ;But no man shold no weapon sturre, Unless a sword drawn they shold see. And Mordred on the other part, Twelve of his knights did likewise bring ;The best of all his company, To hold the parley with the king. Sir Mordred also charged his host, In readiness there for to be ;But no man shold no weapon sturre, But if a sword drawn they shold see. 128 y-f*. For he durst not his unkle trust,Nor he his nephew, sothe to tell: Alack! it was a woefull case,As ere in Christentye befell! But when they were together met, And both to fair accordance brought, And a months league between them setBefore the battayle shold be fought, An adder crept forth of a bush, Stung one o th kings knights on the knee;Alack! it was a woefull chance, As ever was in Christentye ! When the knight found him wounded sore,And saw the wild-worm hanging there ; His sword he from his scabberd drew:A piteous case, as ye shall hear. For when the two hostes saw the sword,They joyned battayle instanlye ; Till of so many noble knights, On one side there were left but three ! For all were slain that durst abide,And but some few that fled away : Ay me ! it was a bloody field As ere was fought oh summers day ! Upon King Arthurs own partye, Only himself escaped there,And Lukyn Duke of Gloster free, And the kings butler Bedevere. And when the king behe
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