At a posterne thai wente oute left the city by a Pryvely aboute mydnygħt, 380 postern at midnight, And passed through alle the route. and passed the enemy’s Of hem was war no wigħt. camp without being BVT let we nowe the messangeris goon̄, noticed by any wight. And speke we of Laban̄, 384 Howe he dide saile the Cite anoon̄, And co«m»maundid, þat every man Laban commanded every Shulde withe Pikeys or witħ bille man to throw pikes and The Wallis over throwe, 388 bills over the walls, That he myght the Romaynes kille, to kill the Romans. Playnly on a rowe, By water he ordeynede the shippes goon̄, He ordered the ships The bootis bownden to the maste, 392 to go up the water, That thai myght fight with hem anoon̄, with their boats bound Honde of honde, þat was here caste. to the mast, that they To the Toure a bastile stode, might fight in close An engyne was I-throwe— 396 combat. That was to the Cite ful goode— Near the tower there And brake down̄ towres both hie and lowe. stood a bastile which Tho sorowede alle the Citesyns formed a principal And were ful hevy than̄. 400 protection to the city. Tho wox prowde the Sarasyns, It was laid low by And than bispake sire laban stones hurled from an And saide “yolde youe here to me, engine. Ye may not longe endure, 404 Laban, growing proud, Or ellis shall ye al slayn̄ be, summoned the Romans to By mahounde I you ensure.” surrender. A Romayne drife a darte him to Instead of an answer, a And smote him on the breste plate, 408 Roman hurled a dart at Ne hadde his hawberke lasted tho, his breast-plate, but Mahounde had come to late. his hauberk shielded Tho was the Sowdon̄ more þan̄ wod, him. He cried to Ferumbras, 412 The soudan, more than “For Mahoundes loue, þat is so good, mad, charged Ferumbras Destroye vp bothe man and place. to destroy them all, [p013 ESTRAGOT IS CRUSHED BY A PORTCULLIS.]