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Þan spac Sir Gij fot hot,
‘Wele schaltow do, for-soþe y wot:

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Nim we now an hundred kniȝtes,
& go asayl hem anon riȝtes.
Bifor þe cite y se stond here
Gaier, þemperour sone Reyner,
& fif hundred kniȝtes in her ferred,
Wele y-armed on heye stede.
Biforn her ost þei ben y-comen,
Angwisous ous to nimen;
& ȝif we habbeþ gret nede,
Oȝain-ward we mai ous spede.’
Anon þai nomen an hundred kniȝtes,
Hardi & of most miȝtes;
Þai wenten out of þat cite,
Wel modi men weren he.
Wiþ þe Almauns þai wil iusti,
Nil hii nouȝt wiþ hem acordi;
Togider þai smiten hard & swiþe,
Of hors þai fellen mani a siþe.
Sir Gij him smot to Gaier,
& feld him doun of his destrer,
& seþþen he wan him in þat fiȝt;
Þe oþer oway flowen anon riȝt.
Toward þe ost þai flowen snelle,
Þe hete was swiþe strong wiþ alle.
Mani þai nomen & bounden fast,
& ladde into þe cite on hast.