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Title: [Le morte darthur]
Author: Malory, Thomas, Sir, 15th cent.
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Ryght soo syre Bors forth with all sawe a dragon in the co∣urte passynge horryble / and there semed letters of gold wry∣ten in his forhede / and sir Bors thoughte that the letters made a sygnyfycacyon of kynge Arthur / Ryghte soo there came an horryble lybard and an old / and there they foughte longe / & dyd grete batail to gydere / And at the laste the dragon spytte oute of his mouthe as hit had ben an honderd dragons / and lyghtely alle the smal dragons slewe the old dragon and ta¦re hym all to pyeces / Anone with alle there came an old man in to the halle / and he sate hym doune in a fayre chayre / and there semed to se two edders aboute his neck / and thenne the old man had an harp / and there he sange an old songe how Ioseph of Armathye came in to this land / thenne whanne he had songen / the old man bad sir Bors go from thens / for he∣re shall ye haue no mo aduentures / and ful worshypfully ha∣ue ye done / and better shalle ye doo here after / And thenne sir Bors semed that there came the whytest doune with a lytel golden senser in her mouthe / And anone there with alle the tē¦pest ceased and passed that afore was merueyllous to here / Soo was alle that Courte ful of good sauours / Thenne syre Bors sawe four children berynge four fayre tapres / and an old man in the myddes of the children with a senser in hys owne hand / and a spere in his other hand / and that spere was called the spere of vengeaunce¶Capitulum SextumNOw said that old man to sire Bors / goo ye to your cosyn syr Launcelot / and telle hym of this aduenture the whiche had ben most conuenyent for hym of al erthely kn∣yʒtes / but synne is soo foule in hym / he may not encheue suche holy dedes / for had not ben his synne he bad past al the knyʒtes that euer were in his dayes / and telle thou sir launcelot of alle worldly aduentures he passeth in manhode & prowesse al other But in this spyrytuel maters he shalle haue many his better / And thenne sir Bors sawe four gentylwymen come by hym pouely bisene / & he sawe where that they entrid in to a chamber where was grete lyʒte as it were a somer lyghte / & the wymen
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