His ſpere he ſtraucht, and ſwift as any wyre
With al his forß the nereſt feld he ſoght;
[3292] His ful ſtrenth in armys thar he vroght,
In to the feld ruſching to and fro,
Doune goith the man, doune goith the horß also;
Sum throw the ſcheld is perſit to the hart,
[3296] Sum throw the hed, he may It not aſtart.
His sword carves the head from some, and cuts the arms of others in twain.
His bludy ſuerd he dreuch, that carwit ſo
Fro ſum the hed, and ſum the arm in two;