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Torent went to that movnteyn⁾,

he stirs him up with his spear,

He put hys spere hyme a-geyne,

‘A-Ryse, fellow!’ gan he saye;

‘Who made the so bold here to dwell̴, 160

My lordes frethe thus to fell̴?

A-mendes the be-hovythe to pay.’

and makes him wild.

The gyant Rysythe, ase he had byn⁾ wod,

And Redyly by hyme stode,

Be-syd hyme on a lay, 165

And seyd: ‘Sertes, yf I leve,

Soche a wed I woll̴ the geff,

To meve the Euyr⁾ and ay.’

157. movnten MS.