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Now þei bouwe touward þe bente þer þis oþere houen;
He arayes his riche men and rihtes hem bettre,
þat þorw him reowen no res þat his red wrouȝten.

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þenne seis Seraphe “holdes ou stille,
And þenkes on, goode men þe gref is oure childre;
what wol bi-falle þer-of and we ben confoundet.
Betere hit were douhtilyche to diȝen on or oune,
þen wiþ schendschupe to schone and vs a-bak drawe.”
þei han geten on hem þe lengþe of a gleyue:
whon Seraphe seiȝ þat men þei miȝte I-seo sone
his polhache go and proude doun pallede.
In þe þikkeste pres he preuede his wepne,
Breek braynes a-brod brusede burnes,
Beer bale in his hond bed hit a-boute.
He hedde an hache vppon heiȝ wiþ a gret halue,
Huld hit harde wiþ teis in his two hondes;
So he frusschede hem with and fondede his strengþe,
þat luyte miȝte faren him fro and to fluiȝt founden.
þere weore stedes to struien stoures to medlen,
Meeten miȝtful men mallen þorw scheldes,
Harde hauberkes to-borsten and þe brest þurleden.
Schon schene vppon schaft schalkene blode.
þo þat houen vppon hors heowen on helmes.
þo þat hulden hem on fote hakken þorw scholdres.
mony swouȝninge lay þorw schindringe of scharpe,
And starf aftur þe deþ in a schort while.
þer weoren hedes vn-huled helmes vphaunset;
harde scheldes to-clouen on quarters fellen,
slen hors and mon holliche at enes.