To þi court icham now come
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To defende me of þat ich gome
Þat is so stern of siȝt.
¶ Þis litel kniȝt þat stont me by
Schal fende me of þat felonie,
& make me quite & skere.'
'Be stille,' seyd þe Soudan þo,
'Þat batail schal wel sone be go,
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Also brouke y mi swere.'
He dede clepe Amorant so grim,
& Gij stode & loked on him,
Hou foule he was of chere.
'It is,' seyd Gij, 'no mannes sone:
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It is a deuel fram helle is come.
What wonder doþ he here?
¶ Who miȝt his dintes dreye,
Þat he no schuld dye an heye?
So strong he is of dede.'
Þan speken þai alle of þe batayle:
Where it schuld be, wiþ-outen fayle,
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Þai token hem to rede.
Þan loked þai it schuld be
In a launde vnder þe cite:
Þider þai gun hem lede.
Wiþ a riuer it ern al about:
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Þer-in schuld fiȝt þo kniȝtes stout.
Þai miȝt fle for no nede.
¶ Ouer þe water þai went in a bot,
On hors þai lopen fot hot,
Þo kniȝtes egre of mode.
