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Þus roulond & oliuer,& þe gode kniȝt ogger,
Slouwen þe heþene kinges þre,
& ȝit nolde nouȝt clarel fle:
To þe duk roulond he rood,
& roulond his strok a-bod.
For wraþþe hise felaus were islein,
He rood to roulond wiþ gret mayn,
& bar a spere greet & long;
& the sarazin was strong,
& in the sadel sat faste,
& roulond to grounde he kaste.
Wiþ þe fal þe steede a noon,
To-barst þat o sschanke bon,
Roulond vppon his feet stood,
& ne hadde nouȝt bote good.
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