To þerl Amis anon a wond,
& tok him vp be þe hond:
No leng hii nolde abide.
Out of þe paleys boþe hii ȝede,
And lopen on Reinbroun is stede,
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And forþ þai gonne ride.
Nouȝt fer þannes beþ hii gon,
Þai be-held aȝen anon
Vpon here riȝt side:
Comande hii seȝe ride a kniȝt
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Upon a stede gode and liȝt,
Prikande wiþ pride.
¶ Swift ase swalwe he com ride:
'Kniȝtes,' a seide, 'ȝe scholle abide,
No forþer þat ȝe ne wende. [folio 173b:a]
In me paleys þow hast y-be,
And me prisoun ledest wiþ þe:
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Þow dost a dede vn-hende.
Her ȝe sholle bleue bo
In me prisoun for euer-mo
Into þe worldes ende,
Or þow schelt, Reinbroun, þin hed forgo.
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Kep for me: icham þe fo;
Bataile y wile þe sende.'
¶ Þerl Amys þer aliȝte:
Arome he drouȝ him anon riȝte, [C line 11545]
And Reinbroun Gayer gan smite.
Gret strokes hii smite betwene,
Þat adoun hii fellen bene:
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Aiþer sparede oþer lite.
Siþe þai drowe brondes on grounde,
& hewe to-gedre wiþ grimly wounde
Wiþ swerdes þat wolde bite.
Ȝe herde neuer a stringe[r] fiȝt.
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Reinbroun stirede him as gode kniȝt:
Hit was him nouȝt to wite.
