I shal þrist ut þi rith eye
Þat þou lokes with on me,
But þu swiþe heþen fle.”
He grop þe swerd ut sone anon,
And hew on hauelok, ful god won,
He cleaves Havelok’s shield in two.
So þat he clef his sheld on two:
Hwan hauelok saw þat shame do
His bodi þer bi-forn his ferd,
He drow ut sone his gode swerd,