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Now þai bigin to prike swiþe,
To socour Gij þai han gret hye.
Herhaud him smot a Sarrazin,
Þat litel him halp his Apolin.

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Þai smiten togider & fast þrung,
Þai corwen þurch liuer & þurch lunge;
Þe Sarrazins þai teche an iuel play,
Euerich on oþer y-slawe lay.
Herhaud is ful wele bifalle,
He socourþe Gij wiþ his felawes alle.
Amonges hem was gret gladn-esse:
Þe most hepe wepen for blis;
Þai kisten Gij alle for blis,
& þonked god ful ȝern, y-wis.
Þe Sarrazins wenten alle oȝen,
Sori & dreri alle þai ben.
Þai token her lordes bodi þere,
As sori wreches oway it bere;
To Ascone þai ben þer-wiþ y-come,
Y-schent þai ben alle & some.
Gij, & Herhaud, & her meyne
Glad & bliþe alle ben he.
Þat heued þai han on a spere y-sett
(Þer miȝt men se þat Gij was wel net),
Bifore him bere þat it haþ y-do.
Mani on pelt her finger þer-to.
Into þe cite þai gun it bring,
For ioie þai gun þe belles ring.
Sir Gij to þemperour y-comen is,
Þe heued he him ȝalt, y-wis:
Þemperour gret þanke him can,
& in þat cite he doþ make onan
A piler of gray marbel ston:
Þat heued he sett anon þer-on.
In swiche wise deuised it was,
Þat it was biwreyen in bras,
Whar-þurch þat oþer miȝt ben war
To come wiþ ani ost more þar.