It were pite the for to spille!” “Better” q«uo»d Olyue[rh] “shul we dele, By God that is in magiste, 1228 “Ere I yield to And of my strokes shaltow more fele, thee,” answered Er I to the shalle yelde me.” Oliver, “thou shalt Thai smeten togeder witħ egre mode, feel my strokes.” And nathir of othire dradde; 1232 They fight for a Thai p«er»sed he[rh] hauberk«es», that considerable time; were so goode, the blood ran from Tille both thayr bodyes bladde. both their bodies. By Thay foughten̄ soo longe, þat by assente mutual consent they Thai drewe hem a litil bysyde, 1236 stop to take breath. A litil while thaym to avente, And refresshed hem at þat tyde. “Generis” q«uo»d Ferumbras, Ferumbras asks Oliver “As thou arte here gentil knighte, 1240 again his name and Telle me nowe here in this place kin. Of thy kyn̄ and what thoᶙ hight; Me thenkith by the now evermore, Thou shuldist be one of the xij peris, 1244 “Thou must be one That maiste fighte with me so sore, of the douzepeers, And arte so stronge, worthy and fiers.” as thou fightest so Olyuere answered to hym agayn̄: well.” “For fe[rh] I leve it not ontoolde, 1248 “I am Oliver, cousin My name is Olyuere certayn̄, to Charlemagne.” Cousyn to kynge Charles the boolde, [leaf 31] To whome I shalle the sende Qwikke or dede this same daye, 1252 By conqueste here in this feelde, And make the to renye thy laye.” “O” q«uo»d Ferumbras than̄ to Olyue[rh], “Welcome thoᶙ arte in-to this place, 1256 “Thou art welcome I have desyrede many a yere here,” says To gyfe the harde grace. Ferumbras; “thou Thou slough myn̄ uncle Sir P«er»sagyne, slewest my uncle, The doughty kinge of Italye, 1260 The worthyeste kinge þat lyued of men, [p037 OLIVER RECEIVES A HEAVY BLOW.]