Thy proude pride shall be atamed, By God and by seinte Qwyntyne. Thou hast stole on me that dynte, I shall quyte the thyn̄ hire.” 1300 A stroke than Olyue[rh] him lente, But Oliver returns That hym thought his eyen̄ we[rh] on him fearful stroke. fi[rh]. Kinge Charles in his pavilon̄ was Charles, seeing And loked towarde þat fyghte 1304 Oliver on his knees, And saugh, howe fiers Ferumbras Made Olyuere knele down̄ right. Wo was him tho in his herte; To Ih«es»u Criste he made his mone; 1308 prayed to Christ It was a sight of peynes smerte, That Olyuere kneled so sone: “O Lord, God in Trinite, That of myghtis thoᶙ arte moost, 1312 By vertue of thy maieste That alle knoweste and woste, Lete not this hethen man Thy seru«au»nte ouercome in fyght, 1316 That on the bileve ne kan, Ih«es»u, Lorde, for thy myghte! But gr«a»unte thy man the victorye, that he might grant And the Paynym̄ skomfited to be, 1320 the victory over the As thou arte Almyghty God of glorye! Pagan. Nowe mekely, Lorde, I pray to the.” To Charles anoone an Aungel came And broght him tidingges sone, 1324 An angel announces That God had herde his praie[rh] than̄ him, that his prayer And gr«a»unte him his bone. was heard. Charles Tho Charles thanked God aboue[130] thanks God. With herte and thought, worde and dede, 1328 And saide “blessed be thoᶙ, lorde almyghty,† That helpiste thy seru«au»nte in nede.” These Champions to-gedir thai gone [leaf 33] [p039 FERUMBRAS BEING WOUNDED CRIES MERCY.]