Onlepi forw in his hond,
With hire, þat was þerof eyr,
Þat boþe was god and swiþe fair.
He thought Havelok was only a thrall.
He wende, þat hauelok wer a þral,
Þer-þoru he wende hauen al
In engelond, þat hire rith was;
He was werse þan sathanas,
Þat ihesu crist in erþe shop:[54]
Hanged worþe he on an hok!