Ȝhit ay for one ther ennemys wor thre.
[2676] Long mycht thei nocht endur in ſuch dugree;
The preß it wos ſo creuell & ſo ſtrong,
In gret anoy and haith continewit longe,
yet his men are forced to retreat to their tents.
That, magre them, thei nedis moſt abak
[2680] The way one to thar lugis for to tak.
Sir gawan thar ſufferith gret myſchef,
And wonderis in his knychthed can he pref;
His falouſchip haith merwell that hym ſaw,