That curtese wase and wyght; [15]
Sone aftyr he had a sone,
The feyerest þat on fot myght gon,
Tyrrant, men seyd, he hyght.
Be tyme he wase XVIII yer) old,
Of deddes of armys he wase bold, [20]
To felle bothe kyng and knyght;
And now commythe dethe appon a day
And takythe hys father), ase I yow sey,
For God ys most of myght.