He shal do godard ful wo,
He shal him hangen, or quik flo;
Or he shal him al quic graue,
Of him shal he no merci haue.”
Þus seide grim, and sore gret,
And sone fel him to þe fet,
He prays Havelok to forgive him.
And seide, “louerd, haue merci
Of me, and leue, that is me bi!
Louerd, we aren boþe þine,