And the king's butler Bedevere.
And when the king beheld his knightes
All dead and scattered on the molde,
The teares fast trickled downe his face;
That manlye face in fight so bolde.
"Nowe reste yee all, brave knights," he said,
"Soe true and faithful to your trust:
And must yee then, yee valiant hearts,
Be lefte to moulder into dust!
"Most loyal have yee been to mee,