XII.
The hunters cheer on the hounds,
Sone þay calle of a quest in aker syde,
Þe hunt re-hayted þe houndeȝ, þat hit fyrst mynged,
Wylde wordeȝ hym warp wyth a wrast noyce;
Þe howndeȝ þat hit herde, hastid þider swyþe,
& fellen as fast to þe fuyt, fourty at ones;
Þenne such a glauerande glam of gedered rachcheȝ
Ros, þat þe rochereȝ rungen aboute;
Huntereȝ hem hardened with horne & wyth muthe.