With lokene copes, and wide sleues,
Me forto robben, and to pine,
And for to drepe me and mine.
Mi dore he broken up ful sket,
And wolde me binden hond and fet.
Wan þe godemen þat sawe,
Havelok and his friends drove them off.
Hauelok, and he þat bi þe wowe
Leye, he stirten up sone on-on,
And summe grop tre, and sum grop ston,