And bad he schuld be glad;
And yet, for all hys grete honour,
Cokwold was Kyng Arthour,
Ne galle non he had.
So at the last, the duke he brayd,
And to the kyng thes wordes [sayd];
He myght no longer forbere;
"Syr, what hath thes men don,
That syche garlondes thei were vpon?
That skyll wold I lere."