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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530217" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>King Arthur's Death</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne,<br>This sore battayle was doom'd to bee,<br>Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye!<br>Alacke, it was the more pittìe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Ere the first crowinge of the cocke, <br>When as the kinge in his bed laye, <br>He thoughte Sir Gawaine to him came, <br>And there to him these wordes did saye:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Nowe, as you are mine unkle deare, <br>And as you prize your life, this daye<br>O meet not with your foe in fight; <br>Putt off the battayle, if yee maye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"For Sir Launcelot is nowe in Fraunce, <br>And with him many an hardye knighte: <br>Who will within this moneth be backe, <br>And will assiste yee in the fighte."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The kinge then call'd his nobles all, <br>Before the breakinge of the daye; <br>And told them howe Sir Gawaine came, <br>And there to him these wordes did saye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His nobles all this counsayle gave, <br>That earlye in the morning, hee<br>Shold send awaye an herauld-at-armes, <br>To aske a parley faire and free.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then twelve good knightes King Arthur chose, <br>The best of all that with him were, <br>To parley with the foe in field, <br>And make with him agreement faire.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The king he charged all his hoste, <br>In readinesse there for to bee; <br>But noe man shold noe weapon sturre, <br>Unlesse a sword drawne they shold see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And Mordred, on the other parte, <br>Twelve of his knights did likewise bringe, <br>The best of all his companye, <br>To hold the parley with the kinge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Mordred alsoe charged his hoste, <br>In readinesse there for to bee; <br>But noe man sholde noe weapon sturre, <br>But if a sworde drawne they shold see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For he durste not his unkle truste, <br>Nor he his nephewe, sothe to tell; <br>Alacke! it was a woefulle case, <br>As ere in Christentye befelle.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But when they were together mette, <br>And both to faire accordance broughte, <br>And a month's league betweene them sette, <br>Before the battayle sholde be foughte,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">An addere crept forth of a bushe, <br>Stunge one o' th' king's knightes on the knee; <br>Alacke! It was a woefulle chance, <br>As ever was in Christentìe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When the knighte found him wounded sore, <br>And sawe the wild-worm hanginge there, <br>His sworde he from his scabberde drewe; <br>A piteous case, as ye shall heare.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For when the two hostes sawe the sworde, <br>They joyned battayle instantlye; <br>Till of soe manye noble knightes, <br>On one side there were left but three.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all were slain that durst abide, <br>And but some fewe that fled awaye: <br>Ay mee! it was a bloodye fielde, <br>As ere was foughte on a summer's daye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upon King Arthur's own partyè, <br>Onlye himselfe escaped there, <br>And Lukyn Duke of Gloster free, <br>And the king's butler Bedevere.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And when the king beheld his knightes <br>All dead and scattered on the molde, <br>The teares fast trickled downe his face; <br>That manlye face in fight so bolde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Nowe reste yee all, brave knights," he said, <br>"Soe true and faithful to your trust: <br>And must ye then, ye valiant hearts, <br>Be lefte to moulder into dust!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br>"Most loyal have yee been to mee, <br>Most true and faithful unto deathe: <br>And, oh! to rayse yee up againe, <br>How freelye could I yield my breathe!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"But see, the traitor's yet alive! <br>Lo where hee stalkes among the deade! <br>Nowe bitterlye he shall abye: <br>And vengeance fall upon his head."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O staye, my liege," then sayd the duke; <br>"O staye for love and charitìe; <br>Remember what the vision spake, <br>Nor meete your foe, if it may bee." </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O staye mee not, thou worthye wight, <br>This debt my loyal knights I owe: <br>Betide my life, betide me death, <br>I will avenge them of their foe."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then straite he grasp'd his trustye speare, <br>And on his horse then mounted hee: <br>As his butler holpe him to his horse, <br>His bowels gushed to his knee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Alas!" then sayd the noble king, <br>"That I should live this sight to see! <br>To see this good knight here be slaine, <br>All for his love in helping mee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He put his speare into his reste. <br>And to Sir Mordred loud gan crye: <br>"Nowe sette thyself upon thy guarde, <br>For, traitor, nowe thy death is nye."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Mordred lifted up his sworde, <br>And fierce to meet the king ran hee: <br>The king his speare he through him thrust, <br>A fathom thorow his bodìe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When Mordered felt the stroke of death, <br>And found that he was wounded soe, <br>He thrust himselfe upon the speare, <br>And strucke the king a deadlye blowe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then grimmlye dyed Sir Mordered, <br>Presentlye upon that tree: <br>And bloody streames ranne from the kinge, <br>Ere to the duke returned hee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sir Lukyn then he thus bespake: <br>"Sir Knighte, thou hast been faithfulle tryde; <br>Nowe take my sworde Excalibar, <br>That hangs so freelye by my syde;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O take my sword Excalibar, <br>And there into the river throwe: <br>For here, henceforth, benethe this tree, <br>All use of weapons I forgoe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"And fare thee well, thou trustye sword, <br>A better neer had valiant knighte; <br>With thee full ofte, and many a daye, <br>Have I withstood my foe in fighte. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">With this good fauchion in my hande, <br>Oft have I reapd the bloody feelde: <br>But nowe the fatalle houre is come, <br>That never more I may thee weelde."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The duke to the river side he went, <br>And there his owne sword in threwe he; <br>But he kept back Excalibar, <br>He kept it back in privitie.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">For all of coleyne was the blade, <br>And all the hilte of precious stone: <br>"And ever alacke!" then sayd the knighte, <br>"Must such a sword awaye be throwne?"</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then backe he came unto the kinge, <br>Who sayd, Sir Lukyn, what did yee see?" <br>"Nothing, my liege, save that the winde <br>Blewe oer the waters faire and free."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O goe againe," then said the kinge, <br>"O good Sir Lukyn, goe againe: <br>Into the rivere throwe my sword, <br>Nor keepe me lingering here in paine."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The duke then to the river went, <br>And the kings scabberd in threwe hee; <br>But he kept backe Excalibar, <br>And hid it undernethe a tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then backe he came to tell the kinge, <br>Who sayde, "Sir Lukyn, sawe ye oughte?" </div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Nothinge, my liege, save that the winde <br>Nowe with the angrye waters fought."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"O Lukyn, Lukyn," said the kinge, <br>"Twice haste thou dealt deceytfullye: <br>Alacke, whom may wee ever truste, <br>When suche a knighte soe false can bee!</div><div style="margin:10px 0">"Saye, wouldst thou have thy master dead, <br>All for a sword that wins thine eye? <br>Now goe againe, and throwe it in, <br>Or here the one of us shall dye."</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The duke, all shent with this rebuke, <br>No aunswere made unto the kinge; <br>But to the rivere tooke the sworde, <br>And threwe it far as he coulde flinge.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A hande and an arme did meete the sworde, <br>And flourishd three times in the air; <br>Then sunke benethe the renninge streme, <br>And of the duke was seene noe mair.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All sore astonied stood the duke, <br>He stood as still, as still mote bee; <br>Then hastened backe to telle the kinge, <br>But he was gone from under the tree.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But to what place he cold not tell, <br>For never after hee did him spye; <br>But hee sawe a barge goe from the land, <br>And hee heard ladyes howle and crye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And whether the kinge were there or not, <br>Hee never knewe, nor ever colde, <br>For from that sad and direfulle daye, <br>Hee never more was seene on molde.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Thomas+Percy">Thomas Percy</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530217" data-title="King Arthur's Death de Thomas Percy" data-description="On Trinitye Mondaye in the morne, This sore battayle was doom'd to bee, Where manye a knighte cry'd, Well-awaye! 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