As tho' with sheers beshradde.
"Down she threw the mantle,
She longer would not stay;
But, storming like a fury,
To her chamber flung away."
So one lady after another attempted to wear the mantle, and it curled and became contracted on each, and all were shamed in the sight of Arthur and the whole court.
"Sir Cradock call'd his lady,
And bade her to come neare:
'Come win this mantle, lady,
And do me credit here.'