And wit hem ful sore to blakne,
For he wende he wolden him slo,
Havelok wakes.
Or elles binde him, and do wo.
[96] Here follows the catchword— “And wit hem.”
UBBE SAYS HAVELOK SHALL BE KING.
Quoth ubbe, “louerd, ne dred þe nowth,
Me þinkes that I se þi þouth.
Ubbe offers homage to him,
Dere sone, wel is me,