Then bespake him Sir Marramile,
And these were the words said hee:
"Riding of this steed, brother Bredbeddle,
240 The mastery belongs to me."
Marramiles tooke the steed to his hand,
To ryd him he was full bold;
He cold noe more make him goe,
Then a child of three yeere old.
245 He [laid] uppon him with heele and hand,
With yard that was soe fell;
"Helpe! brother Bredbeddle," says Marramile,
"For I thinke he be the devill of hell.
"Helpe! brother Bredbeddle," says Marramile.
250 "Helpe! for Christs pittye;
For without thy help, brother Bredbeddle,
He will never be rydden " [for me].
Then bespake him Sir Bredbeddle,
These were the words said he:
255 "I coniure thee, thou [Burlow-beane],
Thou tell me how this steed was riddin in his country."
He saith, "There is a gold wand,
Stands in King Cornwalls study windowe.
"Let him take that wand in that window,
260 And strike three strokes on that steed;
And then he will spring forth of his hand,
As sparke doth out of gleede."
Then bespake him the Greene Knight,
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