By Mahounde, thou shalt abye!” now thou shalt pay Tho thai dongen̄ faste to-gede[rh] the penalty!” The While the longe day endured, 1264 fight continued the Nowe hithe[rh] and nowe thide[rh]; whole day. Fro strokes wytħ sheeld«es» here bodies þai couered. And at the laste Olyue[rh] smote him so At last Oliver, Vppon̄ the helme, þat was of stele, 1268 smiting Ferumbras That his swerde brake in two. upon the helmet, has Tho wepen̄ had he nevere a dele. his sword broken. Who was woo but Olyuere than? He saugh noone other remedy. 1272 He saide “si[rh], as thoᶙ arte gentile man, On me nowe here haue mercy. It were grete shame I-wis, And honu[rh] were it noon̄, 1276 To sle a man wepenles; That shame wolde neve[rh] goon̄.” “Nay traito«ur», thou getiste noon̄. Hade I here an hundred and moo! 1280 Knele down̄ and yelde the here anoon̄, And eles here I woole the sloo.” Olyue[rh] saugh, it wolde not be, To truste to moch in his grace. 1284 He ranne to the stede, þ«a»t stode by the He ran to the steed tr«e», at the tree and A swerde he raught in þat place, seized a sword that That was trussed on Ferumbras stede, was hanging there; Of fyne stele goode and stronge. 1288 He thought he quyte[129] Ferumbras his mede. Almoost hadde he abyde to longe; For in turnynge Ferumbras him smote, [leaf 32] That stroke he myghte welle fele, 1292 but in turning on It come on hym so hevy and hoote, Ferumbras he received That down it made hym to knele. a blow that made him Tho was Olyue[rh] sore ashamede kneel down. And saide “thou cursed Sarasyne, 1296 [p038 CHARLES PRAYS TO GOD.]