Þa{n}ne his [he] gon, for he garte alle 2692 Þe denshe men biforn him falle. He felde browne, he felde blake, Þat he mouthe ouer-take. Was neuere non þat mouhte þaue 2696 Hise dintes, noyþer knith ne knaue, [Sidenote: He mows them down like grass.] Þat he felden so dos þe gres [Headnote: COMBAT BETWEEN GODRICH AND HAVELOK.] Bi-forn þe syþe þat ful sharp is. Hwan hauelok saw his folk so brittene, 2700 And his ferd so swiþe littene, He cam driuende up-on a stede, And bigan til him to grede, And seyde, “godrich, wat is þe 2704 Þat þou fare þus with me? [Sidenote: [Fol. 218, col. 1.]] And mine gode knihtes slos, Siker-like þou mis-gos. [Sidenote: Havelok reproves Godrich, and bids him perform his oaths.] Þou wost ful wel, yif þu wilt wite, 2708 Þat aþelwold þe dide site On knes, and sweren on messe-bok, On caliz, and on [pateyn][125] hok Þat þou hise douhter sholdest yelde, 2712 Þan she were wi{n}na{n}[126] of elde, Engelond eueril del: Godrich þe erl, þou wost it wel. Do nu wel with-uten fiht, 2716 Yeld hire þe lond, for þat is rith. Wile ich forgiue þe þe lathe, Al mi dede and al mi wrathe, For y se þu art so with, 2720 And of þi bodi so god knith.” [Sidenote: Godrich refuses.] “Þat ne wile ich neu{er}e mo,” Quoth erl godrich, “for ich shal slo Þe, and hire for-henge heye. 2724 I shal þrist ut þi rith eye Þat þou lokes with on me, But þu swiþe heþen fle.” He grop þe swerd ut sone anon, 2728 And hew on hauelok, ful god won, [Sidenote: He cleaves Havelok’s shield in two.] So þat he clef his sheld on two: Hwan hauelok saw þat shame do His bodi þer bi-forn his ferd, 2732 He drow ut sone his gode swerd, [Sidenote: Havelok smites him down.] And smot him so up-on þe crune, Þat godrich fel to þe erþe adune. But godrich stirt up swiþe sket, 2736 Lay he nowth longe at hise fet, [Sidenote: Godrich rises, and wounds Havelok in the shoulder.] And smot him on þe sholdre so, Þat he dide þare undo Of his brinie ri{n}ges mo, 2740 Þan þat ich kan tellen fro; And woundede hi{m} rith i{n} þe flesh, Þat tendre was, and swiþe nesh, So þat þe blod ran til his to: 2744 [Sidenote: Havelok is enraged, and cuts off his foe’s hand.] Þo was hauelok swiþe wo, Þat he hauede of him drawen Blod, and so sore him slawen. Hertelike til him he wente, 2748 And godrich þer fulike shente; For his swerd he hof up heye,