Hauelok lifte up þe dore-tre, [Sidenote: He kills them all.] And at a dint he slow he{m} þre; Was non of hem þat his h{er}nes 1808 Ne lay þer-ute ageyn þe sternes. [Sidenote: A fourth he knocks down with a blow on the head.] Þe ferþe þat he siþen mette, Wit þe barre so he him grette, Bifor þe heued, þat þe rith eye 1812 Vt of þe hole made he fleye, And siþe clapte him on þe crune, So þat he stan-ded fel þor dune. [Sidenote: A fifth he hits between the shoulders.] Þe fifte þat he ouer-tok, 1816 Gaf he a ful sor dint[e] ok, Bitwen þe sholdres, þer he stod, Þat he spen his herte blod. [Sidenote: A sixth he smites on the neck.] Þe sixte wende for to fle, 1820 And he clapte him with þe tre Rith in þe fule necke so, Þat he smot hise necke on to. Þa{n}ne þe sixe weren doun feld, 1824 [Sidenote: A seventh aims at Havelok’s eye.] Þe seuenþe brayd ut his swerd, And wolde hauelok Riht i{n} the eye; And haue{lok} le[t þe][81] barre fleye, [Sidenote: Havelok kills him.] And smot him sone ageyn þe brest, 1828 Þat hauede he neu{er}e sch[r]ifte of p{re}st; For he was ded on lesse hwile, Þan me{n} mouthe re{n}ne a mile. [Sidenote: The rest divide into two parties, and rush at him like dogs at a bear.] Alle þe oþere were{n} ful kene, 1832 A red þei taken hem bi-twene, þat he sholde him bi-halue, And brise{n} so, þat wit no salue Ne sholde him helen leche non: 1836 Þey drowen ut swerdes, ful god won, And shoten on him, so don on bere Dogges, þat wolden him to-tere, Þa{n}ne men doth þe bere beyte: 1840 Þe laddes were kaske and teyte, And vn-bi-yeden him ilkon, Su{m} smot with tre, and su{m} wit ston; Su{m}me putte{n} with gleyue, i{n} bac and side, 1844 [Sidenote: They wound Havelok in twenty places.] And yeue{n} wundes longe and wide; In twenti stedes, and wel mo, Fro þe croune til the to. Hwan he saw þat, he was wod, 1848 And was it ferlik hw he stod, [Sidenote: [Fol. 213, col. 2.]] For the blod ran of his sides So water þat fro þe welle glides; But þa{n}ne bigan he for to mowe 1852 With the barre, and let hem shewe, Hw he cowþe sore smite, [Sidenote: He at last succeeds in killing twenty of them.] For was þer non, long ne lite, Þat he Mouthe ouer-take, 1856 Þat he ne garte his croune krake; So þat on a litel stund, Felde he twenti to þe grund. [Footnote 78: _Sic_ in MS.] [Footnote 79: MS. ar; _but see_ l. 1894.]