No childe had he neuer, his heritage myght to wende,
Bot welth inou to welde, vntille his lyue's ende.
At Wynchestre he lis, þider men him bare.
Fulle frely he lyued here, his soule with God it fare.
WHAN þe kyng Kynwolf had don his endyng, [Rex Brit|trik.]
[L. Brittrik.] Brittrk his kosyn þei lift him to kyng.
Offa, kyng of Lyndsay, a faire douhter had,
Brittrik hir wedded, & quene home hir lad.
Whan he had regned foure ȝere, one ryued vpon his right,
A duke of Danmark, Kebriht he hight.
Britrik had a stiward, his name was Herman:
Kebriht he kept at Humber, & on him he ran.
Hard was þe bataile, als þei togider stynt
Herman was þer slayn, þe duke gaf þe dynt.
Ageyn to Danmark Kebriht gan schake,
þat þe kyng [F. Brittrik.] Kebriht ne myght him ouertake.
He mot not venge Herman of Kebriht þat him slouh.
He did his ost turne agayn, & had sorow inouh.
In his elleuent ȝere com folk, þat misleued,
Aryued on Brittrik, & sore þei him greued.
þore Brittrik bare him so in þat ilk bataile,
þe dede ȝede Danes to, þe Noreis gan him vaile.
Edburgh hight þe quene, þat I ore of ment,
Scho purueied a poyson to þe kyng sonne of Kent.
Hatred before was, S. Bede herd I say,
Biten þe kyng of Kent, & þe kyng of Lyndsay.
