Now hem he hurte, and hem alle doun he caste;
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Ay where he wente it was arayed thus:
He was hir deeth, and sheld and lyf for us;
That as that day ther dorste noon with-stonde,
Whyl that he held his blody swerd in honde.
30. Therto he is the freendlieste man
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Of grete estat, that ever I saw my lyve;
And wher him list, best felawshipe can