It xal be for thi prow veryly.
Longeus. Sere, at ȝour comawndement with ȝow wyl I wende,
In what place ȝe wyl me have;
For I trost ȝe be my frend;
Lede me forth, sere, oure sabath ȝou save!
Primus miles. Lo! sere Longeys, here is a spere!
Bothe long, and brood, and sharp anow;
Heve it up fast that it wore there,
ffor here is game:— show, man, show.
Here Longeys showyth the spere warly, and the blood comyth rennyng to his hand, and he avantoresly xal wype his eyn.