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O servant of the high God, Galahad! Rise and be arm'd, the Sangreal is gone forth Through the great forest, and you must be had Unto the sea that lieth on the north:

There you shall find the wondrous ship wherein The spindles of King Solomon are laid, And the sword that no man draweth without sin, But if he be most pure: and there is stay'd

Hard by, Sir Launcelot, whom you will meet In some short space upon that ship: first, though, Will come here presently that lady sweet, Sister of Percival, whom you well know.

And with her Bors and Percival: stand now, These ladies will to arm you.

, putting on the hauberke That I may stand so close beneath your brow, I, Margaret of Antioch, am glad.

, girding him with the sword That I may stand and touch you with my hand, O Galahad, I, Cecily, am glad.