Since which, with sundrie spoiles she hath beene ransacked.
Let Scaldis tell, and let tell Hania, xxiv
And let the marsh of Estham bruges tell,
What colour were their waters that same day,
And all the moore twixt Eluersham and Dell,
With bloud of Henalois, which therein fell.
How oft that day did sad Brunchildis see
The greene shield dyde in dolorous vermell?
That not Scuith guiridh[775] it[776] mote seeme to bee,
But rather y Scuith gogh, signe of sad crueltee[777].