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610	Tennyson, Alfred Tennyson, Baron	Idylls of the King			.txt	text/plain	85606	6016	95	'Sir King, there be but two old men that know: Who love thee." Then the King in low deep tones, 'King and my lord, I love thee to the death!' Live pure, speak true, right wrong, follow the King-Before thou ask the King to make thee knight, 'Yea, King, thou knowest thy kitchen-knave am I, With horse and arms--the King hath past his time-Sweet lord, how like a noble knight he talks! And such a coat art thou, and thee the King How great a man thou art: he loves to know 'Ah my sweet lord Sir Lancelot,' said Lavaine, What the King knew, 'Sir Lancelot is the knight.' "Thou, too, my Lancelot," asked the king, "my friend, 'Make me thy knight, because I know, Sir King, Loved of the King: and him his new-made knight 'O Lancelot, if thou love me get thee hence.'	./cache/610.txt	./txt/610.txt