Þan he was ded, þere micte men se
Þe meste sorwe that micte be;
Þer was sobbing, siking, and sor,
Handes wringing, and drawing bi hor.
All mourn for him.
Alle greten swiþe sore,
Riche and poure þat þere wore;
An mikel sorwe haueden alle,
Leuedyes in boure, knictes in halle.
Quan þat sorwe was somdel laten,