A hande and an arme did meete the sworde,
And flourishd three times in the air;
Then sunke benethe the renninge streme,
And of the duke was seene noe mair.
All sore astonied stood the duke,
He stood as still, as still mote bee;
Then hastend backe to tell the kinge,
But he was gone from under the tree.
But to what place, he cold not tell,
For never after hee did him see;