When he hadde do that dede,
To Glastenbury he gede,
There lay the King Arthour.

"He knelde in the hall
Before the knightes all,
And grette hem with honour,
And said: 'Arthour, my lord,
Grant me to speak a word,
I pray thee, par amour.

"'I am a child uncouth,
And come out of the south,
And would be made a knight,
Lord, I pray thee nouthe,
With thy merry mouthe,
Grant me anon right.'

"Then said Arthour the king,
'Anon, without dwelling,
Tell me thy name aplight!
For sethen I was ybore,
Ne found I me before
None so fair of sight.'

"That child said, 'By Saint Jame,
I not what is my name;
I am the more nis;
But while I was at hame
My mother, in her game,