He felle, and dyd the Norman rankes dyvide;
    So when an oke, that shotte ynto the skie,
    Feeles the broad axes peersynge his broade syde,
    Slowlie hee falls and on the grounde doth lie,
    Pressynge all downe that is wyth hym anighe, 685
    And stoppynge wearie travellers on the waie;
    So straught upon the playne the Norman hie

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    Bled, gron’d, and dyed; the Normanne knyghtes astound
  To see the bawsin champyon preste upon the grounde. 690

    As when the hygra of the Severne roars,
    And thunders ugsom on the sandes below,
    The cleembe reboundes to Wedecesters shore,
    And sweeps the black sande rounde its horie prowe;
    So bremie Alfwoulde thro the warre dyd goe; 695
    Hys Kenters and Brystowans slew ech syde,
    Betreinted all alonge with bloudless foe,
    And seemd to swymm alonge with bloudie tyde;
    Fromme place to place besmeard with bloud they went,
  And rounde aboute them swarthless corse besprente. 700

    A famous Normanne who yclepd Aubene,
    Of skyll in bow, in tylte, and handesworde fyghte
    That daie yn feelde han manie Saxons sleene,
    Forre hee in sothen was a manne of myghte;
    Fyrste dyd his swerde on Adelgar alyghte, 705
    As hee on horseback was, and peersd hys gryne,
    Then upwarde wente:  in everlastynge nyghte
    Hee closd hys rollyng and dymsyghted eyne. 
    Next Eadlyn, Tatwyn, and fam’d Adelred,
  Bie various causes sunken to the dead. 710

    But now to Alfwoulde he opposynge went,
    To whom compar’d hee was a man of stre,
    And wyth bothe hondes a myghtie blowe he sente
    At Alfwouldes head, as hard as hee could dree;
    But on hys payncted sheelde so bismarlie 715
    Aslaunte his swerde did go ynto the grounde;
    Then Alfwould him attack’d most furyouslie,
    Athrowe hys gaberdyne hee dyd him wounde,
    Then soone agayne hys swerde hee dyd upryne,
  And clove his creste and split hym to the eyne. 720

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[Footnote 1:  In Turgott’s tyme Holenwell braste of erthe so fierce that it threw a stone-mell carrying the same awaie.  J. Lydgate ne knowynge this lefte out o line.]

[Editor’s note:  l. 578 see Introduction p. xlij]

ONN OURE LADIES CHYRCHE.