¶ Sir Amoraunt was agreued in hert,
& smot to Gij a dint ful smert
Wiþ alle þe miȝt he gan welde,
& hitt him on þe helme so briȝt,
Þat alle þe stones of michel miȝt
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Fleyȝe doun in þe feld.
Al of þe helme þe swerd out stint,
& forþ riȝt wiþ þat selue dint
Oþer half fot of þe scheld,
Þat neuer was atamed ar þan
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For kniȝt no for no noþer man,
No were he neuer so beld.
¶ Þe sadel bowe he clef atvo,
Þe stedes nek he dede also,
Wiþ his grimli brond.
Wiþ-outen wem [MS. when.] or ani wounde
Wele half a fot in-to þe grounde
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Þe scharp swerd it wond.
Sir Gij to grounde fallen is,
He stirt vp anon, y-wis,
& loked, & gan wiþ-stond.
Anon riȝt in þat ich stede [folio 153b:b]
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To god almiȝten he bad his bede,
& held vp boþe his hond.
¶ Sir Gij anon vp stirt
As man þat was agremed in hert,
Nouȝt wel long he lay.
'Lord,' seyd Gij, 'god al-miȝt,
Þat made þe þerkenes to þe niȝt,
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So help me to-day.
Scheld me fro þis geaunt strong,
Þat y no deþ of him afong,
Astow art lord verray.
