The book of British ballads . th this good fauchion in my hand,Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde ; But now the fatalle hour is come, That never more I may thee weelde. The duke to the river side he went, And there his own sword in threw he ; But he kept back Excalibar,He kept it back in privitie. For all of coleyne was the blade, And all the hilt of precious stone : And ever alack! then sayd the knight, Must such a sword away be thrown ? . Then back he came unto the king, Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, what did ye see V Nothing, my liege, save that the windBlew oer the waters fair and free. O go again,
The book of British ballads . th this good fauchion in my hand,Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde ; But now the fatalle hour is come, That never more I may thee weelde. The duke to the river side he went, And there his own sword in threw he ; But he kept back Excalibar,He kept it back in privitie. For all of coleyne was the blade, And all the hilt of precious stone : And ever alack! then sayd the knight, Must such a sword away be thrown ? . Then back he came unto the king, Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, what did ye see V Nothing, my liege, save that the windBlew oer the waters fair and free. O go again, then said the king, O good Sir Lukyn, go again ; Into the river throw my sword, Nor keep me lingering here in pain. The duke then to the river went, And the kings scabberd in threw he ; But he kept back Excalibar,And hid it underneth a tree. Then back he came to tell the king, Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, saw ye ought ? - Nothing, my liege, save that the windNow with the angry waters fought. Franklin, del 132 ^ ^ Bmg ^rtfjurs O Lukyn, Lukyn! said the king, Twice hast thou dealt deceitfully : Alack, whom may we ever trust, When such a knight so false can be ? Say, wouldst thou have thy master dead,All for a sword that wins thine eye ? Now go again, and throw it in, Or here the one of us shall dye. The duke, all shent with this rebuke,No aunswer made unto the king ; But to the river took the sword, And threw it far as he could fling. A hand and arm did meet the sword,And flourishd three times in the air ; Then sunk benethe the renning streme,And of the duke was seen no mair.* • In the romance of Morte DArthur, as given by — Specimens of Early English Metrical Romances—this incident is thus recorded:—The knight having at lengththrown into the water the good sword Excalibar,— There came an hand, withouten rest,Out of the water, and fair it hent, And brandished as it should brast,And sithe, as gleam away it went. To the king again went he there,And said, lief, sir
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