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Þo þe stedes were risen boþe,Þe kniȝtes woxen boþ fol wroþe,
& drowen swerdes ate laste,
& eiþer huȝ on oþer faste.
Roulond to otuwel smot
A strok, þat fol sore bot,
He wolde haue smiten otuwel,
& he blenkt swiþe wel,
& roulond smot þe stede broun,
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& þe stede fel to grounde,
Bot otuwel was hol & sounde.
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