3135
Like sharp urchouns his here was growe,
His eyes rede as the fire-glow;
His nose frounced ful kirked stood,
He com criand as he were wood,
And seide, 'Bialacoil, tel me why
3140
Thou bringest hider so boldly
Him that so nygh [is] the roser?
Thou worchist in a wrong maner;