[Sidenote: He counsels himself to strive for her thanks,] My verray conſell is, that yow pretend This day, (ſen yow becu{m}myne art hir kny{ch}t Of hir comand, and fechtit in hir ſy{ch}t), 3284 And well yow ſchaw, ſen yow may do no mor, That of reſone ſche ſal the thank tharfore; [Sidenote: and to be ashamed of every point of cowardice.] Of euery poynt of cowardy yow ſcham, And in til armys purcheß the ſum nam.” 3288 W{i}t{h} that of love in to o new deſir [Sidenote: Swift as a crossbow-bolt he seeks the field.] His ſpere he ſtraucht, and ſwift as any wyre W{i}t{h} al his forß the n{er}eſt feld he ſoght; His ful ſtrenth in armys thar he vroght, 3292 In to the feld ruſching to and fro, Doune goith the man, doune goith the horß also; Sum throw the ſcheld is perſit to the hart, Sum throw the hed, he may It not aſtart. 3296 [Sidenote: His sword carves the head from some, and cuts the arms of others in twain.] His bludy ſuerd he dreuch, that carwit ſo Fro ſum the hed, and ſum the arm in two; Sum in the feld fellit is in ſwoñ, Throw ſum his ſuerd goith to the ſadill doune. 3300 His fois waren abaſit of his dedis, His mortell ſtrok ſo gretly for to dred Is; [Sidenote: When his foes see him, they leave the place for dread of death.] Whar thai hyme ſaw, w{i}t{h}in a lytall ſpace, For dreid of ded, thai levyng hyme the place, 3304 That many o ſtrok ful oft he haith forlorñ; The ſpedy horß away the kny{ch}t hath borñ. In to his wyrking neu{er}more he ſeſt, Nor non abaid he makith, nor areſt. 3308 [Sidenote: His knightly deeds assure his fellows.] His falowis, ſo in his kny{ch}thed aſſuryd, Thai ar reco{m}fort, thar manhed is recou{er}yt, And one thar fois ful ferſly thai ſoght, Thar goith the lyf of many o kny{ch}t to no{ch}t. 3312 So was the batell wond{er}ful to tell, Of kny{ch}t{is} to ſe the multitud that fell, [Sidenote: It was pitiful to see the knights gaping upon the green.] That pety was til ony kny{ch}t to ſeñ The kny{ch}t{is} lying gaping on the gren. 3316 The blak kny{ch}t ay {con}tinewit ſo faſt, Whill[T74] many one, diſcumfit at the laſt, Are fled, and planly of the feld thei pas: [Fol. 41a.] [Footnote T74: MS. “Whilk.”] [Headnote: GALIOT WONDERS WHY HIS MEN FLEE.]