Shooes of gold the porter had on,
And all his other rayment was unto the same;
"Now, by my faith," saies noble King Arthur,
"Yonder is a minion swaine."
45 Then bespake noble King Arthur,
These were the words says hee:
"Come hither, thou proud porter,
I pray thee come hither to me.
"I have two poor rings of my finger,
50 [The better] of them Ile give to thee;
[To] tell who may be lord of this castle," he saies,
"Or who is lord in this cuntry?"
"Cornewall King," the porter sayes,
"There is none soe rich as hee;
55 Neither in Christendome, nor yet in heathennest,
None hath soe much gold as he."
And then bespake him noble King Arthur,
These were the words sayes hee:
"I have two poore rings of my finger,
60 The better of them Ile give thee,
If thou wilt greete him well, Cornewall King,
And greete him well from me.
"Pray him for one nights lodging, and two meales meate,
For his love that dyed uppon a tree;
65 A [bue] ghesting, and two meales meate,
65 For his love that dyed uppon a tree.
"A [bue] ghesting, and two meales meate,
For his love that was of virgin borne,
And in the morning that we may scape away,
70 Either without scath or scorne."
Then forth [is gone] this proud porter,
As fast as he cold hye;
And when he came befor Cornewall King,
He kneeled downe on his knee.
75 Sayes, "I have beene porter, man, at thy gate,
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