admires Havelok’s make and strength,
Hw he was wel of bones maked,
Brod in þe sholdres, ful wel schaped,
Þicke in þe brest, of bodi long;
He semede wel to ben wel strong.
“Deus!” hwat ubbe, “qui ne were he knith?
I woth, þat he is swiþe with!
and thinks he ought to be a knight, not a pedlar.
Betere semede him to bere
Helm on heued, sheld and spere,