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Þe þre kniȝtes were fol stronge,He ne miȝte nouȝt dure aȝein ham longe,
& seide to hem alle þre,
“Lordinges, let me o liue be:
To ȝou it were lutel honour,
To sle me þat nabbe no socour.”
To fiȝte more he for-sook,
& roulond his swerd he tok;
Roulond was hende & nouȝt forsok,
& of clarel his swerd he tok.
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