V
‘I tell you, lords in this hall,
I hett[158] you all heed,
Except you be the more surer
Is for you to dread.’
VI
He pluck’d out of his potener[159],
And longer wo’ld not dwell,
He pull’d forth a pretty mantle
Betweene two nut-shells.
VII
‘Have thou here, King Arthur,
Have thou here of mee:
Give itt to thy comely queene
Shapen as itt is alreadye.
VIII
‘Itt shall never become that wiffe
That hath once done amisse.’
Then every knight in the king’s court
Began to care[160] for his.
IX
Forth came dame Guenever,
To the mantle she her bed[161];
The ladye shee was new fangle[162]
But yett she was affrayd.