The king’s men kill all Godard’s men.
The kinges men hwan he þat sawe,
Scuten on hem, heye and lowe,
And euerilk fot of hem slowe,
But godard one, þat he flowe,
So þe þef men dos henge,
[Fol. 216b, col. 1.]
Or hund men shole in dike slenge.
He bunden him ful swiþe faste,
Hwil þe bondes wolden laste,