Þat biri y schal his bodi:
Mi treuþe y him pliȝt, sikerly.
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Al for loue ich ȝou biseche
His bodi þat ȝe me biteche.'
Þat o kniȝt went to him ward, [C line 4553]
Þat was þe douke Otus steward,
Þat hadde y-passed þe riuere
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In a bot þat he fond þere,
& seyd to Gij, 'who artow?
Als a fole comen artow now.
Comestow now to aski riȝt
To haue þe bodi of our kniȝt,
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For his fere we nim þe snelle,
To þe douke Otous lede we þe wille,
& ȝe schul boþe demed be,
& heye hong on galwe tre.'
Gij him seyd, 'þou miseyst, [C line 4565]
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&, bi mine heued, þou it abeyst.'
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Opon þe heued Gij him smot, [folio 132b:a]
Vnto þe girdel stede þat swerd bot.
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Anoþer he smot riȝt anon,
Spare nold [he] neuer on.
Of his hors he has him feld,
His heued he dede fleye in þe feld.
Wiþ þat come þe gode Hogoun,
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Þe doukes nevou Otoun [MS. of toun.] :
He smot Gij on þe scheld bifore,
Þat neye he haþ his swerd forlore.
For schame he hadde of þe stroke þare
Gij smot Hogoun, and nouȝt him for-bare:
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Ouer-þuert þat swerd glod,
& to-clef him wiþouten abod.
Wharto schuld y make tale of nouȝt?
Alle he haþ hem to deþ y·brouȝt.
