Sone þay calle of a quest in aker syde,
Þe hunt re-hayted þe hounde3, þat hit fyrst mynged,
Wylde worde3 hym warp wyth a wrast noyce;
Þe hownde3 þat hit herde, hastid þider swyþe,
& fellen as fast to þe fuyt, fourty at ones;
Þenne such a glauerande glam of gedered rachche3
Ros, þat þe rochere3 rungen aboute;
Huntere3 hem hardened with horne & wyth muthe.
Þen al in a semblé sweyed to-geder,
Bitwene a flosche in þat fryth, & a foo cragge;