That here and there his fury had committed.
Anon, I wot not by what [strong] escape,
He broke from those that had the guard of him;
150 And [with] his mad attendant [and himself],
Each one with ireful passion, with drawn swords,
Met us again, and, madly bent on us,
Chased us away; till, raising of more aid,
We came again to bind them. Then they fled
155 Into this abbey, whither we pursued them;
And here the abbess shuts the gates on us,