Þat dint,' he seyd, 'was iuel sett.
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Wele schal y com out of þi dett
Ȝif þat I libbe may.'
¶ Gij hent his swerd, þat was ful kene, [C line 8007]
& smot Amoraunt wiþ hert tene
A dint þat sat ful sore,
Þat a quarter of his scheld
He made to fleye in þe feld
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Al wiþ his grimli gore.
Þe stedes nek he smot atvo,
Amoraunt to grounde is fallen þo:
Wo was him þerfore.
Þan wer on fot þo kniȝtes bold:
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Fiȝt ofot ȝif þai wold.
Her stedes þai han forlore.
¶ Amoraunt wiþ hert ful grim
Smot to Gij, & Gij to him,
Wiþ strokes stern & stiue.
Hard þai hewe wiþ swerdes clere,
Þat helme & swerd, þat strong were,
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Þai gun hem al to-driue.
Hard fouȝten þo champiouns,
Þat boþe plates & hauberiouns
Þai gun to ret & riue,
& laiden on wiþ dintes gret.
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Aiþer of hem so oþer gan bete,
Þat wo was hem oliue.
¶ Sir Amoraunt was agreued strong, [C line 8025]
Þat o man stode him þo so long.
To Gij a strok he rauȝt,
& hit him on þe helme so briȝt, [folio 154a:a]
Þat al þe floures fel doun riȝt.
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Wiþ a ful grimly drauȝt
