Þine cherles, þine hine.
GRIM AND HIS WIFE FEED HAVELOK.
Lowerd, we sholen þe wel fede,
Til þat þu cone riden on stede,
Til þat þu cone ful wel bere
Helm on heued, sheld and spere.
Godard shall never know about this.
He ne shal neuere wite, sikerlike,
Godard, þat fule swike.
Þoru oþer man, louerd, than þoru þe,