He toke his sweard and hys bucler,
Hys bow and hys chyldren thre,
And wente into hys strongest chamber,
Where he thought surest to be.
25.
Fayre Alyce followed him as a lover true,
With a pollaxe in her hande:
‘He shall be deade that here cometh in
Thys dore, while I may stand.’
26.