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In the third day of May 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 cold of curtesye He thought itt much shame.1   “God speed thee, King Arthur, Sitting att thy meate, And the goodly Queene Guenever — I canott her forgett. “I tell you, lordes in this hall, I hett you all heed: Excepte you be the more surer, Is you for to dread.”   He plucked out of his potener (And longer wold not dwell), He pulled forth a pretty mantle Betweene two nutshells.   “Have thou here, King Arthure, Have thou heere of mee. Give itt to thy comely queene Shapen as itt bee. Itt shall never become that wiffe That hath once done amisse.”   Then every in the kings court Began to care for his.   Forth came Dame Guenever; To the mantle shee brayd. The ladye, shee was newfangle, But yett shee was affrayd. When shee had taken the mantle, Shee sttode as shee had beene madd. It was from the top to the toe As sheeres had itt shread. One while was itt goule, Another while was itt greene; Another while was itt watchet: Ill itt did her beseeme. Another while was it blacke And bore the worst hue.   “By my troth,” quoth King Arthur, “I think thou be not true.”   Shee threw downe the mantle That bright was of blee. Fast with a rudd redd To her chamber can shee flee. She curst the weaver and the walker That clothe that had wrought, And bade a vengeance on his crowne That hither hath itt brought.   “I had rather be in a wood Under a greene tree Then in King Arthurs court Shamed for to bee.”   Kay called forth his ladye And bade her come neere, Saies, “Madam, and thou be guiltye, I pray thee hold thee there.”   Forth came his ladye Shortlye and anon; Boldlye to the mantle Then is shee gone. When shee had tane the mantle And cast it her about, Then was shee bare All above the toute. Then every knight That was in the kinges court Talked, lauged, and showted 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 marks to his meede, And all the time of the Christmasse Willinglye to feede, Forwhy this mantle might Doe his wiffe some need.   When shee had tane the mantle Of cloth that was made Shee had no more left on her But a tassell and a threed. Then every knight in the kings court Bade evill might shee speed. Shee threw downe the mantle That bright was of blee, And fast with a redd rudd To her chamber can shee flee.   Craddocke called forth his ladye And bade her come in, Saith, “Winne this mantle, ladye, With a little dinne. “Winne this mantle, ladye, And it shal be thine, If thou never did amisse Since thou wast mine.”   Forth came Craddockes ladye Shortlye and anon, But boldlye to the mantle Then is shee gone. When shee had tane the mantle And cast itt her about, Upp att her great toe Itt began to crinkle and crowt.   Shee said, “Bowe downe, mantle, And shame me not for nought. “Once I did amisse, I tell you certainlye, When I kist Craddockes mouth Under a greene tree, When I kist Craddockes mouth Before he marryed mee.”   When shee had her shreeven And her sines shee had tolde, The mantle stoode about her Right as shee wold, Seemelye of coulour, Glittering like gold. Then every knight in Arthurs court Did her behold.   Then spake Dame Guenever To Arthur our king: “She hath tane yonder mantle Not with wright but with wronge. “See you not yonder woman That maketh herselfe soe cleane: I have seene tane out of her bedd Of men fiveteene, “Preists, clarkes, and wedded men From her bydeene; Yett shee taketh the mantle And maketh herselfe cleane.”   Then spake the litle boy That kept the mantle in hold; Sayes, “King, chasten thy wiffe. Of her words shee is to bold. “Shee is a bitch and a witch And a whore bold. King, in thine owne hall Thou art a cuchold.”   The litle boy stoode Looking over a dore. He was ware of a wyld bore Wold have werryed a man. He pulld forth a woodkniffe: Fast thither than he ran. He brought in the bores head And quitted him like a man. He brought in the bores head And was wonderous bold. He said there was never a cucholds kniffe Carve itt that cold.   Some rubbed their knives Uppon a whetstone; Some threw them under the table And said they had none. King Arthur and the child Stood looking them upon: All their knives edges Turned backe anon.   Craddocke had a litle knive Of iron and of steele: He britled the bores head Wonderous weele, That every knight in the kings court Had a morssell.   The litle boy had a horne Of red gold that ronge. He said there was noe cuckolde “Shall drinke of my horne But he shold itt sheede Either behind or beforne.”   Some shedd on their shoulder, And some on their knee: He that cold not hitt his mouth Put it in his eye, And he that was a cuckold, Every man might him see.   Craddoccke wan the horne And the bores head; His ladye wan the mantle Unto her meede. Everye such a lovely ladye, God send her well to speede.       Finis.

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