XXX
When shee had her shreeven[172]
And her sinnes shee had tolde,
The mantle stood about her
Right as she wo’ld;
XXXI
Seemelye of coulour,
Glittering like gold
Then every knight in Arthur’s court
Did her behold.
XXXII
The little Boy stoode
Looking over a dore;
[There as he look’d
He was ware of a wyld bore.]
XXXIII
He was ware of a wyld bore
Wo’ld have werryed[173] a man:
He pull’d forth a wood-kniffe
Fast thither that he ran:
He brought in the bore’s head
And quitted him like a man.