And driue hem ut, þei he weren crus,
So dogges ut of milne-hous.
Hauelok grop þe dore-tre,
And [at] a dint he slow hem thre.
He is þe beste man at nede,
Þat euere mar shal ride stede!
Als helpe god, bi mine wone,
He is worth a thousand men.
A þhousend of men his he worth one!
Yif he ne were, ich were nou ded,