Full earnestly look'd hee.
These men of aunters that was so wight,[70]
They bound them bauldly for to fight,
And strike at her full sare:
Until a kiln they garred her flee,
Wold God send them the victory,
The wold ask him noa mare.
The sew was in the kiln hole down,
As they were on the balke aboon,
For hurting of their feet;