Ful lyk o knycht one to the feld he raid,
thinks to have his lady’s love, or die before her.
Thinking to do his ladice love to have,
[3172] Or than his deth befor hir to reſave.
Thar he begynyth in his ferß curag
Of armys, as o lyoune in his rag;
Than merwell was his doing to behold;
[3176] Thar was no knycht ſo ſtrong, nor yhit ſo bold,
That in the feld befor his ſuerd he met,
Nor he ſo hard his ſtrok apone hyme ſet,