Ubbe shows Havelok to them all.
Þo seyde ubbe, “lokes here,
Vre louerd swiþe dere,
Þat shal ben king of al þe lond,
And haue us alle under hond.
For he is birkabeynes sone,
Þe king þat was vmbe stonde wone
For to yeme, and wel were,
Wit sharp[e][104] swerd, and longe spere.
[Fol. 215b, col. 2.]