Aiþer was prout & mody: [C line 11715]
No word þai speke, sikerly,
To-gedres þai gonne driue.
Aiþer hitte oþer in þe scheld,
Þat boþe hii fellen in þe feld
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Of here hors beliue.
Siþe þai drowe brondes of stel,
And hewe togedre hard & wel,
And delde dentes riue,
& laiden on wiþ swerdes clere:
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Helm and scheld, þat stronge were, [folio 174b:a]
Þai gonne hem al to-schliue.
¶ Heraud beheld longe þat fiȝt:
For Reinbroun a bad te god almiȝt
Þat he non harm ne fonge.
To him-selue a seide þare
Swich fiȝt ne seȝ he neuer are
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Of dentes þat were stronge.
'Sire kniȝt,' seide Reinbroun,
'Vnderstand to me resoun,
So god þe saule fonge,
Ac neuer ne fond ich a kniȝt
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Þat me strokes driȝe miȝt
Haluendel so longe.
What is þe name? whar wer þe bore?
Ich þe praie, tel me fore,
For loue of oure driȝte,
&, ȝif þow wost ȝelde þe,
Ich schel þe lede to me contre.
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Me treuþe i schel þe pliȝte:
Y schel þe ȝeue [One or two letters erased after ȝeue.] castel & cite,
Bourwes, & tounes, & riche fe,
And mani a douȝti kniȝte;
For þow ert of gret power:
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In al þis world þer nis þe per
Þat man finde miȝte.
