[1092] Goith to o knycht, als ſwift as ony vyre,
The wich he perſit throuch and throuch the hart;
The red knight loses his spear, but draws his sword, and roams the field like a lion.
The ſpere is went; with that anon he ſtart,
And out o ſuerd in to his hond he tais;
[1096] Lyk to o lyone in to the feld he gais,
In to his Rag ſmyting to and fro
Fro ſum the arm, fro ſum the nek in two,
Sum in the feild lying is in ſwoun,
Some he cleaves to the belt.