And ȝhit the horß It is nocht wich that hee
[1196] Furth with hyme hade;”—the lady ſaid, “per dee,
He vſyt haith mo horß than one or two;
Next they view his armour,
I red one to his armys at we go.”
Tharwith one to his armys ar thei went;
and find his hauberk rent, and his shield frushed all to naught.
[1200] Thei fond his helm, thei fond his hawbrek rent,
Thei fond his ſcheld was fruſchit al to nocht;
At ſchort, his armour In sich wyß vas vrocht