+On þe morwen, hwa{n} it was day, [Sidenote: [Fol. 208b, col. 1.]] He stirt up sone, and nouth ne lay; 812 [Sidenote: He carries a pannier full of fish, and sells them.] And cast a panier on his bac, With fish giueled als a stac; Also michel he bar him one, So he foure, bi mine mone![42] 816 Wel he it bar, and solde it wel, Þe siluer he brouthe hom il del; Al þat he þer-fore tok With-held he nouth a ferþinges nok. 820 So yede he forth ilke day, Þat he neuere at home lay. So wolde he his mester lere; [Sidenote: A great dearth arises.] Bifel it so a strong dere 824 Bigan to rise of korn of bred, That grim ne couþe no god red, Hw he sholde his meine fede; Of hauelok hauede he michel drede: 828 For he was strong, and wel mouthe ete More þa{n}ne heuere mouthe he gete; [Sidenote: They have not enough to eat.] Ne he ne mouthe on þe se take Neyþer le{n}ge, ne þorn[e]bake,[43] 832 Ne non oþer fish þat douthe His meyne fede{n} with he[r][44] mouthe. [Sidenote: Grim is sorry for Havelok.] Of hauelok he hauede kare, Hwilgat þat he micthe fare; 836 Of his childre{n} was him nouth, On hauelok was al hise þouth, And seyde, “hauelok, dere sone, I wene that we deye mone 840 For hu{n}ger, þis dere is so strong, And hure mete is uten long. [Sidenote: He advises him to go to Lincoln, and work there.] Betere is þat þu he{n}ne gonge, Þan þu here dwelle longe; 844 Heþen þow mayt ga{n}ge{n} to late; Thou canst ful wel þe ricthe gate To lincolne, þe gode borw, Þou hauest it gon ful ofte þoru; 848 Of me ne is me nouth a slo, Bet{er}e is þat þu þider go, For þer is mani god ma{n} inne, Þer þou mayt þi mete winne. 852 But wo is me! þou art so naked, [Sidenote: He makes him a coat of an old sail.] Of mi seyl y wolde þe were maked A cloth, þou mithest i{n}ne gongen, Sone, no cold þat þu ne fonge.” 856 [Headnote: HE HELPS THE EARL OF CORNWALL’S COOK.]