Sket cam tiding intil ubbe,
Þat hauelok hauede with a clubbe
Of hise slawen sixti and on
Sergaunz, þe beste þat mithen gon.
Ubbe comes to see what is the matter.
“Deus!” quoth ubbe, “hwat may þis be!
Betere his i nime[86] miself and se,
Þat þis baret on hwat is wold,
Þanne i sende yunge or old.
For yif i sende him un-to,