And ek abaſit hath his ennemys;
For throw the feld he goith in ſuch wyß,
And in the preß ſo manfully them ſeruith,
Gawane carves helmets in two, and smites heads off shoulders;
[868] His ſuerd atwo the helmys al to-kerwith,
The hedis of he be the ſhouderis ſmat;
The horß goith, of the maiſter deſolat.
But what awaleth al his beſynes,
[872] So ſtrong and ſo inſufferable vas the preß?
but his men recross the ford to go to their lodges.