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Sir Torent yaue to hym) a brayd;
He levid that the aungell̴ said,
Of deth yaue he nought. 1600
In to the brest he hym) bare,
His spere hede lefte he thare,
So evill̴ was hitt bythought.
The Giant’s crook cuts through Torrent’s shield to his flesh,
The Giaunt hym ayen) smate
Thorough his sheld and his plate, 1605
In to the flesh it sought;
And sith he pullith at his croke, [1620]
and sticks there.
So fast in to the flesh it toke,
That oute myȝt he gete it nought.
1600. nought] no dynt MS.
1603. byth.] mynt MS.