And woundede him rith in þe flesh,
Þat tendre was, and swiþe nesh,
So þat þe blod ran til his to:
Havelok is enraged,
Þo was hauelok swiþe wo,
Þat he hauede of him drawen
Blod, and so sore him slawen.
Hertelike til him he wente,
and cuts off his foe’s hand.
And godrich þer fulike shente;