Reliques of ancient English poetry: consisting of old heroic ballads ...

A N b B A L L A D Si 337
rs No wife it mall become,
" That once hath been to blame.**
Then every knight in Arthur's court
Slye glaunced at his dame.
And firft came lady Guenever,
The mantle Ihe mull trye.
This dame, me was new-fangledj,
And of a roving eye. 4.6
When fhe had tane the mantle,
And all Was with it cladde,
From top to toe it fhiver'd down-*
As tho' with fheers befhradde;
One while it was too long, 4$
Another while too fhort,
And wrinkled on her moulder*
In moll unfeemly fort.
Now green, now red it feemed,
Then all of fable hue. 59
" Belhrew me, quoth king Arthur-.,
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J I think thou beeil not true,"
Down flie threw the mantle,
Ne longer would not Hay;
But ftorming like a fury, '$§
To her chamber flung away.
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