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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=530222" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Boy and the Mantle</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">In the third day of May,<br>To Carleile did come<br>A kind curteous child,<br>That cold much of wisdome.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">A kirtle and a mantle<br>This child had uppon,<br>With brouches and ringes<br>Full richelye bedone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He had a sute of silke<br>About his middle drawne;<br>Without he cold of curtesye,<br>He thought itt much shame.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;God speed thee, King Arthur,<br>Sitting at thy meate:<br>And the goodly Queene Guénever<br>I cannott her forgett.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I tell you, lords, in this hall,<br>I hett you all to heede,<br>Except you be the more surer,<br>Is you for to dread.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He plucked out of his poterner,<br>And longer wold not dwell;<br>He pulled forth a pretty mantle,<br>Betweene two nut-shells.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Have thou here, King Arthur,<br>Have thou heere of mee;<br>Give itt to thy comely queene,<br>Shapen as itt is alreadye.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Itt shall never become that wiffe,<br>That hath once done amisse:-&quot;<br>Then every knight in the kings court<br>Began to care for his.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth came dame Guénever;<br>To the mantle shee her hied;<br>The ladye shee was newfangle,<br>But yett shee was affrayd.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When shee had taken the mantle,<br>She stoode as shee had beene madd:<br>It was from the top to the toe<br>As sheeres had itt shread.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">One while was it gule,<br>Another while was itt greene;<br>Another while was it wadded;<br>Ill itt did her beseeme.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Another while was it blacke,<br>And bore the worst hue:<br>&quot;By my troth,&quot; quoth King Arthur,<br>&quot;I thinke thou be not true.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Shee threw downe the mantle,<br>That bright was of blee;<br>Fast, with a rudd redd,<br>To her chamber can shee flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She curst the weaver and the walker<br>That clothe that had wrought,<br>And bade a vengeance on his crowne<br>That hither hath itt brought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;I had rather be in a wood,<br>Under a greene tree,<br>Then in King Arthurs court<br>Shamed for to bee.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Kay called forth his ladye,<br>And bade her come neere;<br>Saies, &quot;Madam, and thou be guiltye,<br>I pray thee hold thee there.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth came his ladye,<br>Shortlye and anon;<br>Boldlye to the mantle<br>Then is shee gone.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she had tane the mantle,<br>And cast it her about,<br>Then was shee bare<br>Before all the rout.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then every knight,<br>That was in the kings court,<br>Talked, laughed, and showted<br>Full oft att that sport.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">She threw downe the mantle,<br>That bright was of blee;<br>Fast, with a red rudd,<br>To her chamber can shee flee.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Forth came an old knight<br>Pattering ore a creede,<br>And he proferred to this little boy<br>Twenty markes to his meede,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And all the time of the Christmasse,<br>Willinglye to ffeede;<br>For why this mantle might<br>Doe his wiffe some need.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When she had tane the mantle,<br>Of cloth that was made,<br>Shee had no more left on her,<br>But a tassell and a threed:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then every knight in the kings court<br>Bade evill might shee speed.<br>Shee threw downe the mantle,<br>That bright was of blee;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And fast, with a redd rudd,<br>To her chamber can shee flee.<br>Craddocke called forth his ladye,<br>And bade her come in;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Saith, &quot;Winne this mantle, ladye,<br>With a litle dinne.<br>&quot;Winne this mantle, ladye,<br>And it shal be thine,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">If thou never did amisse<br>Since thou wast mine.&quot;<br>Forth came Craddockes ladye,<br>Shortlye and anon;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">But boldlye to the mantle<br>Then is shee gone.<br>When she had tane the mantle,<br>And cast it her about,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Upp att her great toe<br>It began to crinkle and crowt:<br>Shee said, &quot;Bowe downe, mantle,<br>And shame me not for nought.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;Once I did amisse,<br>I tell you certainlye,<br>When I kist Craddockes mouth<br>Under a greene tree;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">When I kist Craddockes mouth<br>Before he marryed mee.&quot;<br>When shee had her shreeven, <br>And her sines shee had tolde,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">The mantle stoode about her<br>Right as shee wold,<br>Seemelye of coulour,<br>Glittering like gold:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Then every knight in Arthurs court<br>Did her behold.<br>Then spake dame Guénever<br>To Arthur our king;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">&quot;She hath tane yonder mantle<br>Not with right, but with wronge.<br>&quot;See you not yonder woman,<br>That maketh her self soe cleane?</div><div style="margin:10px 0">I have seene tane out of her bedd<br>Of men fiveteene;<br>&quot;Priests, clarkes, and wedded men<br>From her, bedeene:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Yett shee taketh the mantle,<br>And maketh her self cleane.&quot;<br>Then spake the little boy,<br>That kept the mantle in hold;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sayes, &quot;King, chasten thy wiffe,<br>Of her words shee is to bold:<br>&quot;Shee is a bitch and a witch,<br>And a whore bold:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King, in thine owne hall<br>Thou art a cuckold.&quot;<br>The little boy stoode<br>Looking out a dore;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And there as he was lookinge<br>He was ware of a wyld bore.<br>He was ware of a wyld bore,<br>Wold have werryed a man:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He pulld forth a wood kniffe,<br>Fast thither that he ran:<br>He brought in the bores head,<br>And quitted him like a man.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He brought in the bores head,<br>And was wonderous bold:<br>He said there was never a cuckolds kniffe<br>Carve itt that cold.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some rubbed their knives<br>Uppon a whetstone:<br>Some threw them under the table,<br>And said they had none.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">King Arthur and the child<br>Stood looking upon them;<br>All their knives edges<br>Turned backe againe.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Craddocke had a little knive<br>Of iron and of steele;<br>He britled the bores head<br>Wonderous weele,</div><div style="margin:10px 0">That every knight in the kings court<br>Had a morssell.<br>The little boy had a horne,<br>Of red gold that ronge:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">He said there was &quot;noe cuckolde<br>Shall drinke of my horne,<br>But he shold it sheede,<br>Either behind or beforne.&quot;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Some shedd on their shoulder,<br>And some on their knee;<br>He that cold not hitt his mouthe,<br>Put it in his eye:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">And he that was a cuckold<br>Every man might him see.<br>Craddocke wan the horne,<br>And the bores head:</div><div style="margin:10px 0">His ladie wan the mantle<br>Unto her meede.<br>Everye such a lovely ladye<br>God send her well to speede.</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>
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To Carleile did come
A kind curteous child,
That cold much of wisdome.

A kirtle and a mantle
This child had uppon,
With brouches and ringes
Full richelye bedone.

He had a sute of silke
About his middle drawne;
Without he..."></div>
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