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Estuȝt of legers, a noble kniȝt,Þat wiþ otuwel cam to fiȝt,
Bar a spere of tre, fol fin,
& smot a bold sarazin,
In to þe bodi þoru þe sscheld,
& þere he lay det in þe feld.
Oliuer ho slouȝ a noþer,
& þe ferþe roulond his broþer.
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