Þe þridde day herde he calle:
“Bermen, bermen, hider forth alle!”
[Poure þat on fote yede][46]
Sprongen forth so sparke on glede.
Havelok becomes the earl’s cook’s porter.
Hauelok shof dun nyne or ten,
Rith amidewarde þe fen,
And stirte forth to þe kok,
[Þer the herles mete he tok,]
Þat he bouthe at þe brigge: