And seyde, “hwat are ye, þat are þer-oute,
Þat þus biginnen forto stroute?
and tells them to go away.
Goth henne swiþe, fule þeues,
For, bi þe louerd, þat man on leues,
Shol ich casten þe dore open,
Summe of you shal ich drepen!
And þe oþre shal ich kesten
In feteres, and ful faste festen!”
They defy him.