Euen ato he smot his scheld,
Þat it fleyȝe into þe feld.
When Gij seyȝe it was so,
Þat he hadde his scheld forlorn,
Line 10
Half bihinde & half biforn,
In hert him was wel wo.
¶ & Gij hent his swerd an hond,
& heteliche smot to Colbrond:
As a child he stode him vnder. [folio 164b:b]
Opon þe scheld he ȝaue him swiche a dent,
Bifor þe stroke þe fiir out went,
Line 5
As it were liȝt of þonder.
Þe bondes of stiel he carf ichon,
& in-to þe scheld a fot & half on
Wiþ his swerd he smot asunder.
& wiþ þe out-braiding his swerd brast:
Line 10
Þei Gij were þan sore agast
It was litel wonder.
¶ Þo was Gij sore desmayd,
& in his hert wel iuel y-payd,
For þe chaunce him was bifalle,
& for he hadde lorn his gode brond
& his stede opon þe sond.
Line 5
To our leuedi he gan calle.
Þan gun þe Danis ost
Ich puken oþer & make bost,
& seyd among hem alle,
'Now schal þe Inglis be slain in feld.
Line 10
Gret trouage Inglond schal ous ȝeld,
& euermore ben our þral.'
¶ 'Now, sir kniȝt,' seyd Colbrond, [C line 10309]
'Þou hast lorn þi swerd in þine hond,
Þi scheld, & eke þi stede.
Do now wele, ȝeld þe to me,
& smertlich vnarme þe:
Line 5
Cri merci, y þe rede;
