The hardiest man of them that was,
Was Quarmby, this is true;
For he would never turn his face
Till Eland men him slew.
Lockwood, he bare him on his back,
And hid him in Annely-wood;[56]
To whom his purse he did betake,
Of gold and silver good.
"Here take you this to you," said he,
"And to my cousins here;