With strokes grete and eke sure, 1332 They begin again. Eche of hem donge othir on̄, Alle the while thai myghte endu[rh]. Ferumbras brake his swerde Ferumbras breaks his On Olyueris helme on hye. 1336 sword on Oliver’s Tho wexe he ful sore a-ferde; helmet. He ranne for an othir redyly He runs for another And saide “Olyuere, yelde the to me and asks Oliver to And leve thy Cristen̄ laye, 1340 surrender. Thou shalte have alle[131] my kingdome free And alle aftir my daye.” “Fye, Saresyne” q«uo»d Olyuere than̄, “Trowest thou, that I were wode, 1344 To forsake him, þat made me man̄ And boght me with his hert blode.” He raught a stroke to Ferumbras, But Oliver aims at On his helme it gan down̄ glyde, 1348 Ferumbras a blow It brast his hawberke at þat ras which cuts his And carfe hym throughe-oute his syde, hauberk, so His bare guttis men mygħt see; that his bowels are The blode faste down̄ ranne. 1352 laid bare. “Hoo, Olyvere, I yelde me to the, Ferumbras implores And here I become thy man. his mercy, and I am so hurte, I may not stonde, I put me alle in thy grace. 1356 My goddis ben false by water and londe, consents to be I reneye hem alle here in this place,[132] christened, his gods Baptised nowe wole I be. having proved false. To Ih«es»u Crist I wole me take, 1360 That Charles the kinge shal sene,[133] And alle my goddes for-sake. Take myn hawberke and do it on the, He requested him to Thou shalte haue fu[l~l] grete nede. 1364 take his hauberk, to [p040 THE SARACENS RUSH OUT OF THE WOOD.]