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"Clench teeth, dames, yea, clasp hands, for Gareth's spear Throws Kay from out his saddle, like a stone From a castle-window when the foe draws near— 'Iseult!'—Sir Dinadan rolleth overthrown.

"Iseult!'—again—the pieces of each spear Fly fathoms up, and both the great steeds reel; 'Tristram for Iseult!' 'Iseult!' and 'Guenevere,' The ladies' names bite verily like steel.

"They bite—bite me, Lord God—I shall go mad. Or else die kissing him, he is so pale, He thinks me mad already, O bad! bad! Let me lie down a little while and wail."

"No longer so, rise up, I pray you, love, And slay me really, then we shall be heal'd, Perchance, in the aftertime by God above." "Banner of Arthur—with black-bended shield

"Sinister-wise across the fair gold ground! Here let me tell you what a knight you are, O sword and shield of Arthur! you are found A crooked sword, I think, that leaves a scar

"On the bearer's arm, so be he thinks it straight, Twisted Malay's crease beautiful blue-grey, Poison'd with sweet fruit; as he found too late, My husband Arthur, on some bitter day!

"O sickle cutting hemlock the day long! That the husbandman across his shoulder hangs, And, going homeward about evensong, Dies the next morning, struck through by the fangs!