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Desonell knows not that it is for love of her.

Lytyll̴ wyst Desonell̴ that jente,

For whos love that he went 110

To fyght with that knave.

God give Torrent victory!

Now god, that Dyed appon a Rode,

Strengithe hym bothe bone and blod,

The fyld for to haue!

He that schall̴ wend soche a wey, 115

Yt were nede for hym to pray,

That Iesu hym schuld saue.

Yt ys in⁾ the boke of Rome,

Ther was no knyght of kyrstendome,

That jorney Durst crave. 120

TORRENT SEES THE GIANT SLEEPING.