Þe cercle of gold he carf ato,
& forþ wiþ his dint also
Þer bileued it nouȝt:
On þe scheld þe swerd doun fel,
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And cleue it in-to haluendel,
Almost to grounde him brouȝt.
¶ What wiþ þe swerdes out draweing,
& wiþ his hetelich out braiding,
Þer fel a wonder cas:
Sir Gij fel on knes to grounde,
& stirt vp in þat selue stounde,
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& seyd, 'lord ful of grace,
Neuer dint of kniȝt non
No miȝt me are knele don
In no stede þer y was.'
Sir Gij hent vp his swerd fot hot,
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Amoraunt on þe hod he smot,
Þat he stumbled in þe [þe þe MS.] place.
¶ He hit him on þe helme an heyȝe,
& wiþ þat dint þe swerd it fleyȝe:
Bi þe nasel it gan doun founde,
& so it dede bi þe ventayle,
& carf it ato, saunfaile,
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& in-to his flesche a wounde.
His targe wiþ gold list
He carf atvo þurch help of Crist,
He cleue þat ich stounde.
So heteliche þe brond out he pliȝt,
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Þat Amoraunt anon riȝt
Fel on knes to grounde.
