‘For I greatly fear an overthrow.’
44
The lord cald Horsly now in hast:
‘Look that thy word stand now in stead,
For thou shalt be hanged on main-mast
If thou miss twelve score one shillings breadth.’
45
Then up [the] mast-tree swarved he,
This stout and mighty Gordion;
But Horsly, he most happily