Þat þe water arn him about.
Sir Gij stirt vp in gret dout:
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For noþing he nold abide,
& schoke his heued as kniȝt bold.
'In þis water icham ful cold
Wombe, rigge, & side,
& no leue, sir, ich hadde of þe,
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& þer-fore haue þo[u] miche maugre,
& iuel þe mot bi-tide.'
¶ Sir Gij stirt vp, wiþouten fayl, [C line 8269]
& Amoraunt he gan to asayl:
To fiȝt he was ful boun.
Hard togider þai gan to fiȝt:
Of loue was þer no speche, y pliȝt,
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Bot heweing wiþ swerdes broun.
'Amoraunt,' þan seyd Gij,
'Þou art ful fals, sikerly,
& ful-filt of tresoun.
No more wil y trust to þe
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For no bihest þou hotest me:
Þou art a fals glotoun.' [folio 155b:b]
¶ Hard togider þai gun fiȝt:
Fro þe morwe to þe niȝt
Þat long somers day,
So long þai fouȝten boþe þo.
Wiche was þe better of hem to
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Noman chese no may.
Bot at a strok as Amoraunt cast,
Sir Gij mett wiþ him in hast,
& tauȝt him a sori play:
Þe riȝt arme wiþ þe swerd for hot
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Bi þe scholder of he it smot,
To grounde it fleye oway.
¶ When Amoraunt feld him to smite
In his left hond wiþ michel hete
Þe swerd he hent fot hot:
