But [this blynde bacheler]

Baar hym thorugh the herte;

The blood sprong doun by the spere,

And unspered the knyghtes eighen.

Thanne fil the knyght upon knees,

And cryde hym mercy;

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"Ayein my wille it was, Lord,

To wownde yow so soore."

He sighed and seide,