SELECTIONS IN ENGLISH POETRY
Then spake King Arthur to Sir Bedivere:
*Hast thou perform'd my mission which I gave?
What is it thou hast seen ? or what hast heard ?'
And answer made the bold Sir Bedivere:
'I heard the ripple washing in the reeds,	70
And the wild water lapping on the crag.'
To whom replied King Arthur, faint and pale :
Thou hast betray'd thy nature and thy name,
Not rendering true answer, as beseem'd
Thy fealty, nor like a noble knight:	75
For surer sign had follow'd, either hand,
Or voice, or else a motion of the mere.
This is a shameful thing for men to lie.
Yet now, I charge thee, quickly go again
As thou art lief and dear, and do the thing	80
I bad thee, watch, and lightly bring me word.'
Then went Sir Bedivere the second time
Across the ridge, and paced beside the mere,
Counting the dewy pebbles, fix'd in thought;
But when he saw the wonder of the hilt,	85
How curiously and strangely chased, he smote
His palms together, and he cried aloud,
'And if indeed I cast the brand away,
Surely a precious thing, one worthy note,
Should thus be lost for ever from the earth,	90
Which might have pleased the eyes of many men.
What good should follow this, if this were done ?
What harm, undone? deep harm to disobey,
Seeing obedience is the bond of rule.
Were it well to obey then, if a king demand	95
An act unprofitable, against himself?
The King is sick, and knows not what he does.
What record, what relic of my lord
Should be to aftertime, but empty breath
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