[3376] His nakid ſuerd out of his hond haith ton;
And thar he prewit his wertew & his ſtrenth;
For thar was none within the ſuerdis lenth
That came, bot he goith to confuſioune.
No helm nor habergeon may resist his sword.
[3380] Thar was no helme, thar was no habirioune,
That may reſiſt his ſuerd, he ſmytith so;
One euery ſyd he helpith to and fro,
That al about the compas thai mycht ken;
[3384] The ded horß lyith virſlyng with the men.