81.
Wyllyam stert to an officer of the towne,
Hys axe out hys hand he wronge,
On eche syde he smote them downe,
Hym thought he had taryed too long.
82.
Wyllyam sayde to hys brethren two,
‘Thys daye let us lyve and die,
If ever you have nede, as I have now,
The same shall you finde by me.’