Vncloþede him, and dede him þer-inne,
And seyde, “Slep[*] sone, with michel winne;
Slep wel faste, and dred þe nouth,
Fro sorwe to ioie art þu brouth.”
Sone so it was lith of day,
Grim tells Godard he has killed Havelok,
Grim it under-tok þe wey
To þe wicke traitour godard,
Þat was denemak a[35] stiward,
And seyde, “louerd, don ich haue