But let her lay there in her sleep.

        So she slept till the morning passed

        And the day slipped into the afternoon,

        But as soon as she began to wake

        She cried, oh a most loathsome cry.

        She rubbed her hands and also her feet

        And scratched her face till it was wet with blood,

        She tore her rich robes into tiny bits

        And was driven out of her wits."

Bisclavret- "My lady, I turn bisclavret;

I plunge into that great forest.

In thick woods I like it best.

I live on what prey I can get."

When he'd told her all the story
She asked, inquired one thing more: he

Undressed? Or what did he wear?

"My lady," he said, "I go all bare."

"Where are your clothes? Tell, for God's sake."

"My lady, I won't say this, no;

For if I lost t

hem by this mistake,

From that moment on, I'd know

I'd stay a bisclavret forever; (p.2&3 from Course Schedule Link

I plunge into that great forest.

In thick woods I like it best.

I live on what prey I can get."

But then he picked out the King

And ran there for mercy. To beg,

He seizes the King's stirrup-ring,

And kisses his foot and leg.

The King sees this, and feels great fear;”

A richold man, antique, long-lived. 

His power in Caerwent was never denied; 

They called him lord in that countryside.”

Went so impoverished out of his town.

Through woods and over heaths

Into the wilderness he went.

He found nothing there to comfort him

But rather he lived in great distress.”