The ffirste stroke to hym he yaue, [1290]
Oute of his hand flew his staff:
That thefe was full̴ fayn).
Tho sir Torent went nere Cate, . . . . .
He thought, he wold hym) haue slayn).
TORRENT KILLS THE GIANT CATE WITH COBBLE-STONES.
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The theff couth no better wonne, [1295]
In to the see rennyth he sone,
As faste as he myght ffare.