Þat þer schulde no mon mene1 to þe male dere.
Þe hindeȝ were halden in, with hay & war,
Þe does dryuen with gret dyn to þe depe sladeȝ;
Þer myȝt mon se, as þay slypte, slentyng of arwes,
At vche [þat] wende vnder wande wapped a flone,
Þat bigly bote on þe broun, with ful brode hedeȝ,
What! þay brayen, & bleden, bi bonkkeȝ þay deȝen.
& ay rachches in a res radly hem folȝes,
Huntereȝ wyth hyȝe horne hasted hem after,
Wyth such a crakkande kry, as klyffes haden brusten;