He gaf hym a gode swerd in his hond,
His hed [ther-]with for to kepe,
And ther as the walle was lowyst
Anon downe can thei lepe.
Be that the cok began to crow,
The day began to sprynge,
The scheref fond the jaylier ded,
The comyn belle made he rynge.
He made a crye thoroowt al the tow[n],
Whedur he be zoman or knave,