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alre alten anima armen bearbeitung beide bereit bitte caro cokwoldes Corpus deutschen dine diser eben ende erhalten erst fast Fore geben gedichtes gegeben geist getan gleich gode Gott guten hant hath head heiligen helle herren hertzen hett jahre jetzt king Arthur kynge lady lant leben lich liebe mantle mihi neit neue nitt ovch Paris priester quod recht rede rich sach sage schuld sele seyd shee sine sint solde soltest stunde sunder Sy sprach tibi tode truge unseres vergl viel vnd ouch vnde wair Walther want wart welt werk werlde wesen wiener wirt wold wolt wort δε εν και
Seite 39 - And boldly to the little boy, With fearless face is gone. When she had tane the mantle, With purpose for to wear ; It shrunk up to her shoulder, And left her b**side bare.
Seite 38 - One while it was too long, Another while too short, And wrinkled on her shoulders In most unseemly sort. Now green, now red it seemed, Then all of sable hue. " Beshrew me," quoth king Arthur,
Seite 44 - Of speech she is too bold : Of speech she is too bold, Of carriage all too free ; Sir king, she hath within thy hall A cuckold made of thee. All frolick light and wanton She hath her carriage borne And given thee for a kingly crown To wear a cuckold's home.
Seite 30 - Full oft att that sport. Shee threw downe the mantle, That bright was of blee ; Fast, with a red rudd, To her chamber can shee flee. Forth came an old knight Pattering ore a creede, And he proferred to this litle boy Twenty markes to his meede...
Seite 36 - IN Carleile dwelt King Arthur, A prince of passing might ; And there maintain'd his table round, Beset with many a knight. And there he kept his Christmas With mirth and princely cheare, When, lo ! a straunge and cunning boy Before him did appeare.
Seite 43 - Yet she the wonderous prize forsooth Must beare from all the rest." Then bespake the little boy, Who had the same in hold: "Chastize thy wife, King Arthur...
Seite 39 - Downe she threw the mantle, No longer bold or gay, But with a face all pale and wan, To her chamber slunk away. Then forth came an old knight, A pattering o'er his creed ; And...
Seite 32 - She hath tane yonder mantle Not with right, but with wronge. "See you not yonder woman, That maketh her self soe cleane?