X
When shee had taken the mantle,
She stoode as shee had beene madd;
It was from the top to the toe
As sheeres had it shread.
XI
One while was it gaule[163],
Another while was itt greene,
Another while was it wadded[164];
Ill itt did her beseeme.
XII
Another while it was blacke,
And bore the worst hue:
‘By my troth,’ quoth King Arthur,
‘I thinke thou be not true.’
XIII
Shee threw downe the mantle,
That bright was of blee[165];
Fast with a rudd red
To her chamber can[166] she flee.
XIV
She cursed the weaver and the walker[167]
That cloth that had wrought,
And bade a vengeance on his crowne
That hither hath itt brought.