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"Up sprang Sir Mellyagraunce with great delight Upon his knave's face; not until just then Did I quite hate him, as I saw my knight

"Along the lists look to my stake and pen With such a joyous smile, it made me sigh From agony beneath my waist-chain, when

"The fight began, and to me they drew nigh; Ever Sir Launcelot kept him on the right, And traversed warily, and ever high

"And fast leapt caitiff's sword, until my knight Sudden threw up his sword to his left hand, Caught it, and swung it; that was all the fight.

"Except a spout of blood on the hot land; For it was hottest summer; and I know I wonder'd how the fire, while I should stand,

"And burn, against the heat, would quiver so, Yards above my head; thus these matters went; Which things were only warnings of the woe

"That fell on me. Yet Mellyagraunce was shent, For Mellyagraunce had fought against the Lord; Therefore, my lords, take heed lest you be blent

"With all this wickedness; say no rash word Against me, being so beautiful; my eyes, Wept all away to grey, may brings some sword

"To drown you in your blood; see my breast rise, Like waves of purple sea, as here I stand; And how my arms are moved in wonderful wise,