Wiȝt wallande Ioye warmed his hert;
With smoþe smylyng & smolt þay smeten in-to merþe,
Þat al watȝ blis & bonchef, þat breke hem bi-twene,
& wynne,
Þay lanced wordes gode,
Much wele þen watȝ þer-inne,
Gret perile bi-twene hem stod,
Nif mare of hir knyȝt mynne.
XXVI.
The knight is sorely pressed.