Thow art an yerle, or elles a knyght.
By my good faythe, sayd the noble Perssye,
Now haste thou rede full ryght,
Yet wyll I never yelde me to the,
Whyll I may stonde and fyght.
They swapped together, whyll that they swette,
Wyth swordes scharpe and long;
Ych on other so faste thee beette,
Tyll ther helmes cam in peyses dowyn.
The Perssye was a man of strength,